The doors to the operating room were tightly shut, a throbbing red light flashing above them. From the corridor outside, wails echoed—it was Zhao Qirou's mother, Wang Xiulian, and her father, Zhao Kangming. Zhang Cuimei hurried over to them. "Xiulian, how is Qirou? How could the poor girl just jump off a building like that?"
When she saw Zhao Dong's family arrive, Wang Xiulian completely broke down. "My daughter!" she wailed. "Qirou… if you die, how am I supposed to live?"
Zhao Dong's hands were shaking. He took several deep drags from his cigarette before dropping the butt and stamping it out. He walked over, his voice hoarse as he asked, "Uncle, Aunt, how long has Qirou been in there?"
Tears streamed silently down Zhao Kangming's face. "It's been close to four hours…"
A sharp pain seized Zhao Dong's heart. "Which floor did she jump from? Are there any security cameras nearby? How bad were her injuries when they found her?"
