The mother and son looked intently at the injured man being wheeled into the hospital. The young boy was about to step forward, but was pulled back by his mother.
The mother and son, dressed plainly, had distinctive looks: the woman's face bore the marks of years, while the boy's face was filled with youthful innocence.
The woman's hands, roughened by years of labor, were gripping the boy's arm tightly.
Qin Han observed the mother and son with curiosity. They must be the family of the man who had just been admitted, but why weren't they going inside?
"Mom, why aren't we going in? Dad is being resuscitated in there!" the boy said, his face a picture of urgency.
The woman didn't speak but looked through the glass at the scene inside the hospital. Seeing the man being rushed into the emergency room, she visibly relaxed.
Gently pulling the boy, her face filled with tension, she walked into the hospital.