"Lu Yi, please save my daughter, please save my daughter... You have to save my daughter."
Her voice was shrill, screaming like a lunatic. Many people in the hospital had gathered around her, as they began pointing fingers at Lu Yi and Zhu Xianglan.
"Please save my daughter, you have to save my daughter…" Zhu Xianglan screamed and yelled endlessly, refusing to let go of Lu Yi's shirt.
The child in Lu Yi's arms was woken up by the racket. She pursed her tiny lips, while her eyes turned a shade redder, as she curled up her small hands into little fists. They looked like two walnuts, that seemed pitifully fragile.
Then, she pursed her lips further and clenched her mini fists tighter.
Zhu Xianglan's deafening screams frightened the little one. So, she held her little fist against her tiny mouth and started to cry, sounding like a caterwauling kitten. The onlookers could not help but feel miserable for her.
