"How is it?"
"The pulse is stable now, it should have passed the critical stage."
"Keep observing."
"Young Master, that boy named Wang is gone, he couldn't hold on, massive bleeding..." Yue Mei'Er ran over to inform Lin Miao of the grim news.
"Let's go, let's send off this child." Lin Miao sighed. There are some things even he cannot change; after all, the path to the Yellow Springs shows no distinction between young and old.
He had done his best in treating this child.
"Wang's grandmother probably won't make it either!"
"How long until the quarantine treatment center can officially go into operation?" Lin Miao's heart sank, but as a doctor, he's seen life and death often, and now is not the time to be sentimental.
"At least two more days."
"Speed it up."
...
"How many died yesterday?"
"Thirty-seven people; today it might be more. The number of infected and sick might surge today..." the clerk reported with sweat dripping down his forehead.
