|A standoff simmered between hospital staff and us over my dad's well being|
|The ambulance leaving our hotel the first time|
The hospital looked drab and since my mother, her good friend and I followed in a taxi, we weren't quite sure where to go look for my dad. We soon realized we were in new territory, as most of the patients were Uyghurs and some of the staff were Han Chinese.
After asking reception a few times in Mandarin, we finally got some directions and managed to find him in a nearby building with two of his doctor friends.
|Dad's medical booklet at the first hospital|
Our doctor friend tried very hard to explain where we were (we're in a remote area in China!) and the conditions of the hospitals here, but the insurance company didn't seem to care. I would later find out that flying in dad's condition would have been impossible.