The scene was chaotic, everyone busy helping the paramedics lift the patient and packing up the dish of baked snails that was suspected to be the allergen.
Those who couldn't lend a hand were packing up the entire table of dishes, just to be on the safe side.
Lola held the African grey parrot, Polly, and followed close by the stretcher. As she walked ahead, she gave Bai Xiaosheng a deep look.
The African grey parrot Polly even tossed out a "goodbye" to Bai Xiaosheng—this time in English. Who knew if the bird could speak German, too.
Chen Ming rushed over from the crowd, his forehead already glossy with a fine layer of sweat.
"I'm sorry, Sheng, but I have to follow them! I can't stay with you today. I'll treat you another day, I promise," Chen Ming said apologetically.
"It's okay, important matters come first. Go ahead, Elder Chen. If you need anything from me, just say the word," Bai Xiaosheng said with a sincere smile.
