Finally arriving at the hospital, Samuel Johnson dashed out of the car and rushed toward the operating room. A crowd had already gathered at the entrance of the operating room, consisting of the Johnson family's servants and the hurried Mrs. Johnson.
Mrs. Johnson's face was a mixture of shock and fear. Seeing Samuel rushing over, she was just about to ask why Amanda Smith, who had been fine last night, had turned out like this by morning but sealed her lips shut at the sight of her son's ashen face.
Samuel gasped for air, his eyes almost completely bloodshot. He held his mother's hand, trembling uncontrollably, his palms slick with cold sweat.
He stared fixedly at Mrs. Johnson, his voice hoarse, "How is she...?"
His mother was frightened by his appearance, having never seen him so scared before. Even in the most dangerous moments, Samuel had never been this panicked. And now, she felt that if she said one careless word, the young man in front of her might collapse.