Song Zimo was resting in the office, leaning back in his chair, his eyes closed.
Footsteps came from afar, heavy and urgent, it could only be Xiong Shihai. In the entire emergency department, only he walked like driving in stakes, every step seemed determined to break through the floor.
"Director Song," Xiong Shihai's voice was low, yet the urgency could not be suppressed, "that child has woken up."
Song Zimo opened his eyes.
"Which child?"
"Zhang Ke, the one from the car accident yesterday, both parents are gone." Xiong Shihai paused, "He's been looking for his mom, the nurses can't calm him, he's crying and fussing, you see…"
Song Zimo was silent for a moment.
He recalled the scene from yesterday. When the child was carried off the ambulance, his face was covered in blood, already unconscious. He performed emergency debridement and found it was only superficial wounds plus a fracture in his left arm, the real injury was in the heart.
"I'll go take a look."
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