His fingernails dug deep into his palms, leaving crescent-shaped white marks on the wood-grained tabletop.
"The leaders at the Health Bureau patted their chests and promised their support, pledging to pull personnel from the municipal hospital and the maternal and child health hospital."
Memories flooded back like a tide. Director Song recalled his first trip to the municipal hospital, where doctors in white coats huddled around a radiator, rubbing their hands together as he described how the freezing winds of Beidahuang could turn a runny nose into shards of ice.
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