The first floor lobby was particularly crowded, with patients and their families, passing nurses, and security guards hearing the commotion and coming over to maintain order.
Many patients, enduring their own pains, also wanted to join in the excitement.
Tuanzi was also curious, using her small stature to squeeze through the crowd. She managed to get to the front row and saw it was a family quarrel.
Although they were family, they were divided into two sides.
On one side was a middle-aged woman with sallow skin, holding a four or five-year-old boy in her arms.
The boy was thin, with a sickly look and somewhat vacant eyes.
Beside the middle-aged woman stood a seven or eight-year-old girl, also very thin, dressed plainly, with tears in her eyes, clutching her mother's clothes in fear.
