"Is this 120? My son has heart disease, please come and save him quickly!"
As soon as she uttered the words, tears sprang from her eyes like a wellspring.
The operator on the other end immediately said, "Miss, calm down, please tell us your address first."
Emma Smith's speech was already incoherent due to her anxiety, it took her some time to say: "I, I live in Perfume Community Building 9 on South City Willow Village South Road, please hurry! My son has a congenital heart disease, he doesn't look good!"
"Understood, please wait." Then, the operator hung up abruptly.
While waiting, Emma Smith felt like ants on a hot pot: restless and agitated.
She dared not wake him up but didn't know how to cope with the situation, so she could only stay by her son's side. Grasping her son's little hand tightly seemed to transfer her inner strength to him.
Five minutes.
Ten minutes.
Fifteen minutes.
