The car sped down the long street, silence enveloping the inside. Ping'an tightly held his grandpa's hand, the tears he had been holding back still hadn't fallen.
He couldn't cry, because if he did, grandma would be gone.
The little boy understood what hospital emergency meant. Last time, a friend's grandpa was rushed to the hospital, and later his friend cried because his grandpa never returned.
He remembered asking mom, and she said that the elderly went to heaven. But he knew, from books, that it meant passing away, that is, death, end of story.
Grandma would take him to the theater, to the concert hall, to Old Mo's, to the Beijing Restaurant, and to many other nice places...
She would make grandpa laugh, sing to grandpa, dance for him; he loved seeing grandpa burst into laughter...
When the car braked, as soon as the doors opened, Zhou Xiaozheng held Ping'an and Zhang Guoqing simultaneously got out. A crowd immediately surged towards the emergency room.
