Mother Shen furrowed her brows with worry and said, "Yingying, go back to the delivery room, it's too chaotic out here."
"Mhm," Han Yingying also feared complications at such a critical time and nodded repeatedly.
The two had just turned around when they heard a parent shrieking as they rushed in: "Where's the doctor? Save them, please save them…"
Han Yingying turned back and saw a man carrying a child about three or four years old on his back, his eyes red as he dashed inside.
The child's face had already turned the color of a pig's liver, they were exhaling more than inhaling.
She was startled and immediately shouted, "Quickly put the child down, you're going to kill her!"
The parent glanced at her, ignored her advice, and kept walking.
"Hey, you…" Han Yingying was so anxious that she was about to chase after them; if the child was delayed any longer, there would be no saving them.
"Yingying." Mother Shen's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly supported her.
