The town hospital wasn't big; with only a few doctors available, Zhao Juhua had held them all back here. Hearing the commotion, they couldn't help but become anxious.
"No, Comrade Zhao, there are patients outside who need us!"
Zhao Juhua, impatient, raised her hand, signaling them to stay put.
"What's the harm in checking it out?"
Since the hospital director was away studying, she was the most senior staff there; everyone had to listen to her.
Upon exiting the door, she immediately spotted Lin Anning outside.
Her eyes darted about, and she quickly came up with an idea.
"Don't say I never give you a chance. Go and see how that patient is doing."
"If they're not dead, don't come back here calling for us; we're busy."
Lin Anning frowned and quickly ran out.
She saw an elderly comrade with white hair lying at the entrance of the hospital, her face pale and a cold sweat on her forehead.
There were two young male comrades by her side; it was they who had called for help.
