"Stop arguing."
When Du Heng spoke, his voice was forceful yet repressed. It sounded as if the words were bellowed directly from his throat.
His tone was highly effective, immediately silencing the chattering man behind him.
With the man no longer chattering beside him, Du Heng's ears found sudden peace, and his pace towards the Emergency Room quickened.
Inside the Hospital room, nurses bustled about, connecting instruments and monitoring data. Dr. Cao and several other Western Medicine Doctors were reviewing the treatment record that had arrived with the ambulance.
Du Heng didn't disturb them, instead finding a place to begin the child's Check-up. However, as soon as he began, his heart didn't just feel half-chilled; it felt utterly frozen, chilling him to the core.
The six pulses were erratic as silk threads, the noodles ashen, limbs cold yet the child was covered in a drenching sweat, and their throat rasped with gasps like a bellowing bull.
