Before Zhang Huayao came, he'd already taken some precautions: he contacted the nearby police station, had a police car parked right at the gate to hold the line, locked the main entrance, and left only a small side gate for patients and family to pass through after their identities were checked. These measures only treated the symptoms, not the root cause; outside the gate, the street was packed solid with people and cars.
By the time he, Ren Chongda, arrived, he had to squeeze his way in for ages. Once inside, his most important task as counselor was to find his own student, Student Wei Shangquan. Now he was standing next to Student Wei, pressing down on his shoulder, like a mother dog pressing down a little pup that kept running and jumping around.
"How's the patient?" Zhu Huicang asked.
When it happened, the child's mother was injured more severely than the child.
