Qiao Xiaon'an withdrew her gaze from Lu Yichen's face, looking out the window of the hospital. Below were throngs of people coming and going, all headed to the hospital for treatment - the elderly who could barely walk, infants in swaddling clothes, and the young. In just a few short minutes, she saw two ambulances arrive.
A hospital is a place that bears witness to life and death.
Babies are born in hospitals, and it is also where individuals succumb to illnesses or unexpected accidents.
Standing in the ultrasound room of the hospital's obstetrics and gynecology department, Qiao Xiaon'an felt an indescribable sense of melancholy.
Those who died in the hospital, their loved ones could at least see their bodies. But where on earth was her Amo?
It was now April 25.
It had been exactly seven days since the incident involving Amo.
For these past seven days, the news of Flight MXXX's crash had been overwhelmingly negative.
