"Xiaoqiang will really be alright?" Miao Xuanxuan had been staring intently at Song Xiaodong for over twenty minutes. The moment Song Xiaodong opened his eyes, she asked anxiously.
Turning his head to look at the unconscious Wang Xiaoqiang, Song Xiaodong said, "He'll be fine. He's my own brother; how could I let him die?"
Miao Xuanxuan, sitting at the end of the bed in a chair with her elbows on the bed's metal rail and her hands supporting her chin, said, "But I heard the other doctors say that his kind of splenic rupture can only be removed through surgery."
The young nurse had been in the ward the whole time and was now all ears too. She had never seen a doctor treat patients in such a miraculous way.
Song Xiaodong stood up and stretched his arms, saying, "I really don't want my brother to be missing a part."
