"What's the use of crying? Quickly take the child to the clinic!"
An elderly woman in the queue scolded her.
Another middle-aged woman holding her daughter said to her, "Yes, you should go to the clinic!"
The mother clutched her child tightly and refused to leave.
A disciple of the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion advised her, "Why don't you go to the clinic first? If they can't treat him, then come find our young lady."
Meng Qianqian stopped in her tracks, looking at the woman and the child in her arms.
Chen Long also halted, following his sister's line of sight, and asked her, "What's wrong?"
Meng Qianqian said, "The child is seriously ill and needs immediate treatment, or he might suffer convulsions."
Just then, the sobbing woke the child in the woman's arms. He opened his wide eyes and stared at the crowd.
An elderly woman said, "Your child woke up; isn't he fine now?"
A man ahead took out a piece of candy and handed it to him. "Little one, do you want some?"
