"It's okay, it's okay, don't be nervous." Zhang Huayao said to the child, using his right hand to stabilize the laryngoscope, while his left hand gently held the child's small face to keep it still. "Come on, look at uncle, there's nothing to be afraid of. We'll take you to the hospital in a bit and remove the thing inside."
Sisi's little eyes were forced to roll slightly, focusing on the stubbled chin of the uncle in front of her, her pupils widening in surprise: Uncle, are you telling the truth or not? The more I listen, the more scared I get. Remove what?
"Remove the cotton you inhaled." Zhang Huayao said, taking this moment to give the child a warning, hoping she'd remember this bloody lesson for a lifetime. After all, several doctors were watching the scene, making it impossible for the child to cause any more commotion.
That said, this child should be most grateful not to him, her uncle, but to the young lady holding the forceps.
