Lu Xuan pushed his way through the crowd and saw Wang Youqing just hang up the phone, so he stepped forward and asked, "Uncle, what's going on?"
"When they were drawing blood just now, the child was probably a bit scared and wouldn't cooperate. Her mother scolded her a couple of times, and unexpectedly, she didn't hold her hand well, and the child fell off the blood drawing table. She probably hit the back of her head.
The child cried a couple of times and then fell into a coma. I've already called 120, and since the Ninth Hospital is relatively close, the ambulance should arrive in about ten minutes."
Wang Youqing had just been arranging work in the laboratory department and happened to see the child fall, so he explained the situation clearly.
Lu Xuan listened quietly, crouching down as he listened to check on the little girl's condition.
"Ma'am, how old is your child?"
