"Thud thud thud!" The sound of hurried footsteps echoed as a middle-aged man rushed toward the emergency room, tears welling in his eyes.
"Zhenguo!" A woman holding a child stood in a corner, waving at him.
The man called Long Zhenguo looked toward her, and the boy in her arms softly called, "Daddy!"
Long Zhenguo was shocked as he looked at the little boy, almost unable to believe his eyes. He rubbed his eyes hard before realizing it was true. Two hot tears slid down from the corners of his eyes as he ran over like mad and embraced the mother and son.
"Xiaoyu, you're alive, you're alive, this is so wonderful!" Long Zhenguo choked up as he spoke.
The family of three hugged each other excitedly for quite a while before Long Zhenguo slowly came to his senses and said solemnly, "Lulu, what happened? Didn't you say on the phone…" His wife Ruan Lu, with a lingering fear, said, "It was a young Divine Doctor who revived our son."
