A bunch of parents were in the corridor talking among themselves, anxious to the point of collapse. Since the doctors had said the parents weren't at fault, now the responsibility was on the doctors' heads. You've figured out what's wrong with my kid, so why aren't you doing anything—are you planning to just leave my child here to die?
Every passing minute, every second, the parents felt they couldn't wait any longer.
In less than ten minutes, several parents rushed into the office. Some slammed the table in front of the doctors, demanding an explanation; some begged them to save their children, almost dropping to their knees.
The families were frantic, and the emergency admitting doctors felt the flames licking at their own brows too.
The whole scene was like a pot of porridge boiling over, the atmosphere in complete chaos.
