The hospital in Tiegou Town had become a mess.
The ward of Old Ma was crowded with reporters from all over.
Each of them holding a microphone, they scrambled to get to the front to interview Old Ma.
Old Ma, an honest and simple carpenter, had never seen such a scene.
Even his wife and children were frightened, shrinking at the edge of the bed, heads down, not knowing what to do.
"Would you please be quiet? This is a hospital, not a marketplace!"
The doctors and nurses of the hospital, all with faces full of anger, loudly scolded these noisy reporters.
But their words went unheard; the crowd kept pushing and shouting as before.
Zhang Xiaowei looked at the scene before him, his head aching.
"Please make way!" he said, furrowing his brow and stepping forward, shouting angrily.
His voice, full of authority, instantly quieted the noisy crowd.
A group of reporters turned around, looked at Zhang Xiaowei carefully, and then their faces lit up with surprise.