The Municipal First Hospital Emergency Department was particularly crowded at the moment, and unusually strange.
There were simple, even somewhat shabby farmers, looking around bewildered at all the commotion around them; and people covered in dirt, whose appearance and clothes were indistinct, clutching their arms and limping, waiting blankly; and also some people dressed in mourning clothes, anxiously weaving through the crowd, busy paying fees, busy finding doctors for everyone.
"Quanzi, where is the head of my household?"
Zhang Sumei rushed into the emergency hall in a panic, and saw that most people were from her village. At this moment, she couldn't bother to ask about others' situations, so she quickly grabbed a familiar person to inquire about Du Ping.
"Auntie, you're here." The young man named Quanzi was also covered entirely in dirt, with the same condition on his hair and face, "Uncle Ping is in the consultation room on the left. Go take a look."
