Haitao and Beryl stood outside the emergency room, their faces etched with worry. The sterile smell of the hospital mixed with the faint scent of antiseptic, creating an atmosphere of urgency and tension. Haitao's team of doctors and nurses, clad in scrubs and masks, were poised and ready as the ambulance pulled up to the entrance.
"Take her directly to the operating room," Haitao commanded, his voice steady but urgent. The nurses swiftly wheeled Amelia out of the ambulance, her pale face barely visible under the oxygen mask. The head of the medical team from the ambulance quickly briefed Haitao on Amelia's condition and the first aid measures they had administered. Without wasting a moment, Haitao ran alongside the gurney with Amelia.