When Yi Roujing arrived at the clinic, that child had already been stripped of her clothes, changed into clean, warm old innerwear, and covered with a blanket. The nurse had also taken a few empty infusion bottles filled with hot water to warm the child's hands and feet.
The doctor examined the child's limbs and did some tests. The child's hands and feet had sensation, so he breathed a sigh of relief. Her hands and feet could definitely be saved; she just needed good care afterward. The worry was that she might catch a cold after warming up.
Yi Roujing retrieved her own cotton-padded coat, quickly returned Han Xiangxi's to her, and put on her own. She was still concerned about the child, so she went inside to have a look. The girl was very frail, but now that she was warm, a faint smile blossomed on her face.
"Hey, why does this child look a bit familiar to me?" Han Xiangxi wondered aloud, then clapped her hands, "Hey, isn't this Pan Meixin's eldest daughter?"
