Chapter 215
The ambulance doors swung open, and the medics emerged with a stretcher. On it lay a small figure, pale and still, connected to oxygen and monitors. Mei. The six-year-old girl from the eastern district.
I was at her side in an instant, my eyes scanning her vitals, my hands gently checking her pulse. Weak, but present. Her breathing was shallow but steady. The medics had done their job well.
"Room 307 is prepared," a nurse said, appearing at my elbow. "Isolation protocol, full monitoring setup."
"Let's move," I said, walking alongside the stretcher as they wheeled her inside.
The pediatric ICU was a flurry of activity. Nurses adjusted monitors, doctors reviewed charts, equipment was positioned and tested. In the center of it all, Mei lay sleeping, unaware of the army of medical professionals fighting for her life.
