A few minutes later, they arrived at the Agricultural Machinery Institute District.
The old man living on the first floor saw them and, just like last time, eagerly led the way.
Third floor.
Dr. Fang and Nurse Yin Qiao'Er began the rescue.
"The child is called Yuanyuan, right? Has your mom been experiencing any unusual symptoms recently, gone to the doctor, had any surgery, or taken any medication?"
Zhang Lingchuan once again questioned the little girl in pink.
"Doctor Uncle, no, no. My mom, she fell, she fell off a chair."
The little girl named Yuanyuan answered in an innocent voice.
"Do you remember your grandma's phone number?"
Zhang Lingchuan asked once more.
It seems she hasn't been to the hospital recently, but checking medical history is a crucial step in determining the cause of death.
"I don't remember, but my mom's phone has my grandma's number."
Yuanyuan pointed to the phone with a cracked screen on the table.
