With a few quick steps toward the direction of the shouting, Zhao Heng saw many people forming a circle ahead, and in the center of the crowd on the ground, a middle-aged, corpulent woman was holding a chubby child, helplessly shouting.
Upon closer look, the chubby child in the woman's arms was clutching his throat, pale-faced and lips bluish, constantly making "hiss hiss" sounds, his legs kicking wildly.
"Help!"
"My little treasure!"
The middle-aged, corpulent woman clutched the chubby child, shaking him and crying out desperately.
"What's going on?!"
"I don't know, suddenly, he couldn't breathe!"
"Look, his neck's getting thicker; he's probably going to suffocate!"
The crowd kept making noisy comments.
"Everyone, disperse!"
Zhao Heng glanced at the onlookers and shouted loudly.
After speaking, Zhao Heng squatted down and gently said to the middle-aged woman, who seemed lost and dazed, "I'm a doctor from Eastern Hospital. Let me take a look at the child."
