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March 16, 2006, was a very ordinary day, except that Valentine's Day in the West had just passed, but for Young's grocery store in Nassau County, near San Francisco, it was like the end of the world. big event. Because just now Zhang Lan, the proprietress of Yang's grocery store, received an emergency call from St. Mary's Hospital in downtown San Francisco. Before the other party said a word, Zhang Lan, the proprietress of the grocery store, was already slumped on the ground. God, he was so nervous that his face was pale and his whole body was shaking. After a while, Zhang Lan burst into tears, grabbed the clothes behind the counter, and rushed out of the grocery store without locking the door.

   madly ran to the opposite street. Although the location of the grocery store was in Nassau County, San Francisco, there were a lot of vehicles coming and going, and a few cars almost hit Zhang Lan who was running. Facing the scolding sound of the driver and the scolding of insults, Zhang Lan ran unmoved as if he didn't feel it, and stopped a taxi coming from the opposite side.

The "creaky" taxi came to an emergency brake. The black driver's head almost hit the steering wheel. When he looked up, it was a Chinese woman who stopped his taxi, but the driver still angrily leaned out the window and cursed. . "Do you want to die? You got water in the head of a taxi in the middle of the road."

   Zhang Lan's crazy behavior made the taxi driver trembling and cursing. Just a few seconds ago, the speeding taxi was just a few centimeters away from Zhang Lan who was blocking the car. It was too dangerous. But in the face of the taxi driver's malicious words, Zhang Lan didn't respond. She was just wiping her tears, frantically pulling open the passenger door of the taxi, and got into the cab, crying and begging the taxi driver. "Sir, please help. My son is seriously injured and is now receiving treatment at St. Mary's Hospital. It has been moved to the operating room. Please send me to St. Mary's Hospital, please."

   The seemingly vicious black taxi driver was taken aback when he heard Zhang Lan's words, and then he stepped on the accelerator to the end and played drifting on the busy highway. This black taxi driver doesn't look ferocious, but he has a kind heart. He can see that the crying Zhang Lan is because his son has an accident, so he will act irrationally and crazy. After all, every mother hears that her son has an accident. No one could calm down after being sent to the operating room. Yang's grocery store is located in Nassau County, which is more than 20 kilometers away from the city. The taxi driver ran all the way and ran through more than a dozen red lights for 15 minutes before arriving at Santa Maria Hospital. Seeing the hospital in front of her, Zhang Lan took out her wallet, took out a $100 bill, threw it to the driver and ran into the hospital without turning her head, leaving the black taxi driver with a wry smile, shaking his head and muttering to himself. said. "$100 is enough for the fare, but the ticket for running a red light is a few hundred dollars! It's really hard to go out after doing nothing this week." Bian murmured and drove out of St. Mary's Hospital.

  Zhang Lan stumbled into St. Mary's Hospital crying and ran into St. Mary's Hospital. After asking the receptionist, she learned that her son, Yang Yong, suffered an open fracture in the left cranial cavity due to a severe blow to the head. He has been urgently sent to the operating room for treatment, and now the situation is very crisis and may die at any time.

   Zhang Lan almost fainted when she heard the news, and was supported by a kind female nurse to the operating room on the 6th floor of the hospital. He wanted to force his way in, but was stopped by the doctor outside the surgery door, and received a warning. If there is more trouble, the hospital may notify the police to stop Zhang Lan. Unable to do anything, Zhang Lan could only squat by the door of the operating room and cry. Her mind was full of images of her son Yang Yong's head covered in blood. The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became. On the ground, if it weren't for the two corners dragging Zhang Lan's body, Zhang Lan would have collapsed in front of the door of the operating room.

  Zhang Lan cried and begged to the gods and Buddhas to bless her son Yang Yong to survive this. Although Zhang Lan is not a medical practitioner, she also knows what kind of state an open fracture of the right cranial cavity is. In layman's terms, he was opened by someone, and he coveted between life and death. Yang Yong was his only son, and he was old enough to have a son. The couple gave birth to such a precious son as Yang Yong when they were 30 years old. Now Yang Yong's father has been dead for more than ten years, and Yang Yong, who was raised by Zhang Lan who worked hard to run Yang's grocery store, did not expect that his son Yang Yong, who had just passed his 20th birthday, didn't go home overnight last night. While playing outside, he was beaten with a red wine bottle and shattered his right cranial cavity. The entire Yang family has been passed down for three generations, and Yang Yong is the only seedling left. I didn't expect such a serious accident today. Zhang Lan really doesn't know if her son Yang Yong can't be rescued, if she can persist in living. But Zhang Lan knows that the only thing she can do now is to pray to the gods and Buddhas in the sky to bless her son Yang Yong, even if Yang Yong becomes a vegetable. As long as she saves her son's life, Zhang Lan can give everything, even her own life, because Yang Yong is her hope of survival. If her son is gone, what's the point of living.

  Zhang Lan knelt on the ground and kept begging to the gods and Buddhas, and the door of the operating room, which was closed for a long time, was suddenly opened. The loud noise awakened Zhang Lan, who was kneeling on the ground. When she looked up, she saw a few nurses pushing a young guy with tubes all over his body and came out. Without looking at the boy's face, Zhang Lan could feel that he was being pushed out of the operating room. The person is his own son Yang Yong. Sure enough, the surgeon who came out later took off his mask and asked around, "Who are the family members of patient Yang Yong, please come out."

Zhang Lan used all her strength to stand up from the icy concrete floor, stumbled to the doctor, grabbed the doctor's hand and said nothing before tears flowed involuntarily, Zhang Lan asked hopefully road. "Doctor, I'm Yang Yong's mother. I don't know how my son's surgery is going? Is there any danger?" This white doctor in his 40s has 20 years of professional experience and is used to seeing life and death for 20 years. The patients and their families continued to comfort Zhang Lan in the face of the excited Zhang Lan. "You are Yang Yong's mother." Zhang Lan nodded, wiping away tears, "Yes, I am Yang Yong's mother. You can tell me anything you want." The doctor looked at the strong Chinese mother in front of him. At the time, I didn't feel good in my heart, but the professional training of doctors does not allow doctors to lie, so white doctors can only sigh and tell the truth.

"Yang Yong was in a very critical condition when he was sent, with an open skull fracture. Although he was out of danger after surgery, the massive hemorrhage in the cranial cavity may damage the patient's left cranial nerve, so you must be mentally prepared. That's all I can say." After listening to the doctor's words, Zhang Lan stood up and fainted without any reaction. The front door of the operating room was in chaos, and the doctor who had not walked two steps turned back and began to rescue the Chinese mother.