Ding Zhong, the second son of the Ding family sauntered to the waiting room beside the ICU.
As family members of patients were not allowed to enter and exit the wards in the ICU at will, all members of the Ding family gathered in the waiting room and waited in agitation. They were like ants on a hot pan, and looked toward the door every time there was the slightest movement.
"Brother, what's going on? Why was there suddenly so much bleeding?" The youngest daughter of the Ding family was almost forty years old, and she was the first one to speak out.
"What's going on? Why the heck would I know?" Ding Zhong's expression was dark as he muttered a reply in annoyance to avoid being responsible for what had happened. He then continued, "They said that dad's condition is complicated, and there was major bleeding during the surgery. Apparently he lost more than 135 ounces of blood…"