If it were not for Ni Yang's interference, she would already be taking Guobao to the clinic now! How could it be delayed till now.
Ni Yang glanced up at the elderly woman, soothing her with a warm voice, "Don't worry, Guobao is OK. He'll wake up soon."
No sooner had Ni Yang's words dropped when the child's consciousness began to gradually recover and his face turned ruddy. Ni Yang pulled back her hand, then took out a tissue she was carrying and carefully wiped off the froth from the child's mouth.
Upon seeing this, the crowd displayed varied expressions. No one had imagined that Ni Yang really had some skills.
The crowd, which had been enjoying the spectacle, quietened down abruptly.
"Just a fluke?" A sarcastic voice rang out from the crowd.
The speaker was a young girl named Wang Hongxiu, about sixteen or seventeen years old. She was pretty attractive with her clear eyes and was considered a belle in the village.