At the entrance of the city hospital, it was already surrounded.
There was a stretcher on the ground, with a middle-aged man lying on it, his face deathly pale, and a middle-aged woman wearing a headscarf was kneeling beside him, sobbing and crying, surrounded by more than a dozen burly men dressed as migrant workers.
Some held wreaths, others carried shovels and axes.
"Incompetent doctors disregard life, may they never rest in peace."
"You must give us an explanation, a life for a life."
These people kept shouting, and many passing citizens joined them, quickly gathering hundreds of people on the scene. The hospital security couldn't manage, and the situation had gone out of control.
As Sun Zhigang emerged from the outpatient building, he was also stunned by the scene before him.
He lowered his voice, turning to Liu Feng by his side, and said,
"How did you let things get so out of hand? If something goes wrong, how can we settle it?"
"This impact is too dire."
