The crowd stirred, nobody daring to touch her.
"No, she's vomiting, vomiting up foam; we can't touch that!"
"Go, go and call a doctor!"
Lin Anning jumped down from the ox cart and squeezed into the crowd.
A middle-aged female comrade was holding a teenage girl by the roadside; the girl's face was purplish-blue, her body convulsing, her eyes already rolled back.
The female comrade was sobbing hysterically, crying for help, while also clutching at Huo Wenchang's trousers.
Huo Wenchang's trousers had been pulled down to his knees, and he was gripping them tightly, both embarrassed and angry.
He was stunned the moment he saw Lin Anning.
"An...Anning? Is it really you?"
Lin Anning ignored him and knelt down to carefully check the girl's condition.
"Auntie, I'm a doctor. Has your daughter had any illnesses before?"
"Is this the first time this has happened?"
While speaking, she didn't forget to call a male comrade over.
