"Yingying is a girl, you shouldn't lean on her to cry. If you need to cry, grab the monitor's hand." Each boy warned him, not believing his own words.
The patient's family arrived, and Mrs. Zhao came up to accompany her son to the operating room.
The classmates made way for Student Zhao's mother.
Clutching her son's hand tightly, Mrs. Zhao's eyes brimmed with tears as she held back her sadness to comfort her son, "Don't be afraid. Your dad said Dr. Tao is even better than your grandpa; there is no need to worry."
"Mom, you don't have to cry. I'll be out soon," Zhao Zhaowei looked at his mother, feeling saddened because he had made her cry again.
"I'm not crying, I haven't cried," Mrs. Zhao quickly wiped her eyes.
It was the weekend, and the hallways were empty. They quickly reached the door to the operating room, where those not allowed in could only stand outside and wait.
