My car slammed into the hospital after a long time, alerting the dean.

"Mr. Donald?"   The Dean rushed over to meet.

"Where is she? Where is the girl who was sent in from the car accident?" I snatched his collar and inquired.

"Calm down, Mr. Donald... Please, this way!"

I shook free his collar and followed him to the third-floor VIP emergency room.

"How long has the operation been going?" I said, turning around in the emergency room's light.

"The patient has just entered," the dean stated, his voice quivering. Please be psychologically prepared, Mr. Donald. The patient has lost too much blood and has a poor probability of surviving....