The operating room door opened, Director Han, Dean Sun, Director Zhao came out, standing at the doorway, no names having yet been called.
A woman rushed up: "What happened to my daughter?"
"Her heartbeat and respiration have stopped, we're trying to resuscitate her, but hope is slim." Director Zhao said with a sigh.
The woman immediately grabbed Director Zhao's shirt front, sobbing uncontrollably, questioning how it had come to this, why it had come to this.
A man put down his mobile phone, pulled the woman's hand away. Security also rushed up, separated the woman, and Director Zhao straightened his collar.
"The injuries are severe; we're doing our utmost. Be prepared mentally."
Medical science is as cold as iron in its objectivity. Director Zhao could only objectively inform them of the patient's condition.
