"Yes!" The emergency doctor was stunned for a moment before waving his hand to motion the other medical personnel nearby to send Zhang Lisheng and the three others into the ambulance. He then whispered solemnly to the middle-aged officer after lowering his voice, "Mr. Major, you can tell that his current mental state is not stable with how he's hugging that weird strange figure so tightly. By asking such a question in front of him, if it causes the patient to…"
"I'm sorry, doctor. I'll head to the ship." Now that he had obtained the answer he was looking for, the middle-aged officer smiled apologetically before turning around to hurriedly leave.
At this moment, the ambulance that was carrying Zhang Lisheng and the others had already sped out of New York Harbor. Very soon, it sent the young man to the Presbyterian Hospital.