As soon as he turned his head, he was bumped hard from behind, causing him to stumble forward involuntarily, and the child's crying grew even louder.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my child is injured, and we are in a hurry to go to another hospital. I walked too fast, I'm really sorry." Du Heng had just steadied himself when he heard an urgent voice from a lady behind him.
Du Heng looked at the lady who was speaking, seeing her anxious face, and beside her was a man holding a wailing child.
Du Heng shrugged. "It's okay, I'm fine. Just be careful with your child."
As he spoke, Du Heng glanced at the wailing child, a boy of around three years old, leaning his head on the man's shoulder and crying loudly. This made Du Heng ask, "Isn't this a hospital? Can't they treat him here?"
The woman's face was a mask of anxiety and anger. "This is a terrible hospital, and the doctors here are garbage! They only know how to take money but can't even treat illnesses."
