She was being treated like a doll, pulled here and there yet she didn't resist. Or to be more precise, she had been drained of strength to the point that she couldn't resist or fight back.
She was basically on the verge of collapse. Yet these people didn't seem to notice and were arguing about who should be treated first.
"Your son isn't worse than my nephew. Let her treat my nephew first." One woman dressed in what looked like an outdated designer dress said aggressively.
"How is my son not worse than your nephew? My son is literally hanging by a thread while your nephew can still open his eyes and talk. How can you even compare them?
You are just plain selfish. You are wasting precious time. Let her at least treat my son for a minute to give him the strength to breathe. Otherwise, he won't last even an hour." Another woman holding onto Chu Miao's mother said tearfully.
Other doctors were busy with patients while two of them tried to persuade the two women.
