Xiao Weiguo had a deep impression of the dilapidated minivan parked outside the county hospital.
Not only was the vehicle drafty on all sides, but the moment it started up, it sounded like an aging, exhausted ox struggling to pull a broken-down cart, rattling with a series of clangs as if it might fall apart at any second. Driving it was extraordinarily difficult, and the speed was agonizingly slow.
The doctor before him spoke the absolute truth: if they really had to rely on that rickety minivan to transport Huzi to the Provincial Capital for treatment, Huzi would likely face certain death.
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