"It's just a car accident. Any ordinary doctor can handle it. I am going to hang up."
When I called him again, I was prompted with a message. [The one over the call can't be reached.]
The doctor had mentioned several times that my parents were in critical condition, so I hurriedly called Troy's parents and finally saw a glimmer of hope.
"I'll send someone over right away. Wait."
"I'll contact a doctor later."
With their response, I was slightly at ease in my heart.
The transfer procedures were done quickly. All the necessary examinations were arranged promptly.
Leaning against the wall, I was about to breathe a sigh of relief.
Unexpectedly, the doctors, who were supposed to enter my parents' operating room, were leaving in large numbers.
I quickly stopped them, but they pushed me away fiercely.
"Emergency call in the VIP ward. There will be other people coming in for surgery."
I stumbled as I tried to pull them back, but others dispersed me.
The surgical light was still on.
Ten minutes passed. Twenty minutes passed. Someone finally came.
But he went in and out quickly, looking sad.
"I did my best."
I stumbled a few steps, wondering what he meant by that.
Two beds were right in front of me.