Dozens of villagers knelt at the entrance to the small clinic.
Chu Yang looked at the dozens of villagers kneeling on the ground, feeling at a loss. What had happened? What did they want to do?
Chu Yang glanced over the kneeling villagers, many of whom were workers from Wang Dehong's factory. The others were family members of these workers, with children around seven or eight years old among them.
Chu Yang felt overwhelmed. What did these villagers want?
Han Qingqing got dressed and came out of the small clinic. Upon seeing the scene before her, she was startled, "Brother Chu Yang... what are they doing?"
Chu Yang shook his head helplessly, "I don't know either!"
The villagers kneeling on the ground became suddenly agitated upon seeing Han Qingqing.
A few older villagers pointed at Han Qingqing, "You... you... you..."
Han Qingqing was startled and quickly hid behind Chu Yang, "What's wrong with me? I didn't provoke any of you."
