The ward contained only Sun Dazhi at the time.
It was now obvious who had shouted.
People were shocked to the extreme.
The middle-aged physician who was about to tear up Zhang Xiaoshan's medical license had stopped in his tracks, his Adam's apple bobbing, frozen as if he were a statue.
Tang Guoming, who had been uncontrollably angry before, stood rooted to the spot, his breath halting.
Everyone was stunned.
"It hurts, it hurts..."
The continuous cries of pain from the ward jolted everyone back to reality.
"Dad."
"Old man."
Sun Youyou and Zhou Huifen were the first to rush into the ward.
Medical personnel, led by Director Zhao Qiumei, also stormed into the ward.
"Let's go, let's go and see."
Tang Guoming led his people and swiftly followed in behind.
In the ward.
Sun Dazhi was on the hospital bed, crying out in pain.
"Dad, it's me, it's me."
Sun Youyou tried to hold onto Sun Dazhi, but he pushed her away with great force.
Director Zhao Qiumei immediately said.