Chapter 3

The two short words from the driver's cabin hit me like two heavy stones!

They struck me hard!

I stared at him in disbelief.

"What did you say?! Why won't you go?! The child can't wait any longer, didn't you hear?!"

I craned my neck, questioning the driver with a frantic, hoarse voice.

But he pulled out his phone and casually scrolled through TikTok, blandly muttering,

"I heard you! But without the director's word, I'm not moving!"

"If something goes wrong, who's going to be responsible?!"

I was about to retort when I suddenly remembered an overheard conversation between two nurses in the restroom earlier.

They were saying that Mark, the driver, was Director Brenda's cousin or something...

It seemed the driver and Brenda were indeed related; I certainly couldn't order him around!

I wiped the sweat from my forehead, my chest feeling like it was stuffed with a huge wad of cotton.

Cramped and suffocated.

Just then, my phone rang again.

"Doctor! My son really can't hold on much longer, my clothes are soaked red, there's blood everywhere... We can only last 10 more minutes at most..."

The man's desperate cries came through the phone,

Like a sharp knife piercing my heart.

I paced frantically, wishing I could grow wings and fly there myself.

I once again tried to calm the family, giving them simple first-aid instructions.

After hanging up, I was about to call the hospital, asking dispatch to send another ambulance.

Perhaps there was still hope.

Just then, the door "bang!" opened.

Brenda was finally back!

I felt like I was seeing a savior, urgently beginning to explain the injured child's condition.

But Brenda's mind was clearly elsewhere.

She smiled, handed the shrimp to Mark, and only relaxed once she saw him place it on the passenger seat.

After all that, she finally spared me a glance.

"Director Brenda, the child's situation is extremely critical. According to the parents, he likely injured a major artery and is probably going into shock. We have at most 10 minutes left..."

I was on the verge of tears.

To my surprise, Brenda snorted with laughter after hearing me out.

"Chloe Roberts, you haven't changed a bit, still so eager to show off!"

She patted my shoulder.

"Didn't I just tell you, people love to exaggerate! Especially parents!"

She gave me a sneer, like a seasoned veteran looking at a rookie.

"No! I don't think this is an exaggeration. I believe the real situation is probably even worse!"

I directly stated my assessment.

Brenda, however, calmly shook her head.

"If it's true, then it's just fate."

"As the saying goes, life and death are predestined. If he can't be saved, it just means that kid was meant to be a goner. Who can you blame for that?!"

Listening to her words, my eyes nearly bugged out of my head.

I couldn't believe such words would come from her, the esteemed director of the emergency room.

My soaked back felt even colder.

But this wasn't the time to argue.

Seeing the ambulance finally start moving, hope surged in me again.

It wasn't far now; we'd be at the accident site in just 5 minutes.

I watched my wrist-watch, time ticking by second by second.

As the amusement park's outline came into view, my heart grew even more anxious.

I silently prayed in my mind.

"Child! You have to hold on! We're coming!"

But at this critical moment, the ambulance slowed down.

And then, it stopped moving altogether!

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"Mark, what's going on? Why are we stopped?!"

"Are you blind? Can't you see the traffic jam?"