"Wanfeng, you and the kids go sit over there and wait for me. I'll queue here by myself." At this rate, it would be at least noon before it was his turn. It would take so long, and Cao Xiangnan didn't want Wanfeng and the kids to queue with him.

"No, An'an and I will stay here with you." Qi Wanfeng shook his head. He wanted to stay here with his husband.

As soon as they stood up, people started to queue up behind them. After a while, there were quite a few people in the queue. The patients who came in to see the doctor came out and took their place, but no matter how fast they were, they couldn't catch up with the patients coming in. The sun rose gradually, and time passed by little by little.

There was a chaotic sound of footsteps, and a group of people ran towards Luo's Clinic. The man in front was holding a child in his arms, and many people followed behind him, running into the clinic anxiously.

People outside were talking about what happened in front. But it didn't look like a good thing for such a group of people to rush into the clinic to find a doctor.

"What happened?"

"I don't know either."

Cao Xiangnan and his friends also saw a group of people running into Luo's Clinic from behind. Curious people outside blocked the door of the clinic. He didn't know what happened in front, but he and Wanfeng had no intention of getting close to the front.

"The child fell into the water. I don't think he can be saved." The news spread one by one and soon spread outside. Drowning? Cao Xiangnan's face changed when he realized what happened to the child he had just brought in. "Wanfeng, look at An'an, I'll go over and take a look first." He said.

"Hey, husband, what are you going to do?" Qi Wanfeng picked up the child and saw her husband squeeze into the crowd with a cane. She was worried and anxious behind him. She followed him and was worried that her husband would be knocked down.

The doctor in the clinic was Dr. Luo from Luo's Clinic. He was in his sixties and had been a doctor for most of his life. He had seen many difficult and complicated cases. But the child was already dead, and he was embarrassed, "This..."

"The child is already dead, there is nothing I can do, you should prepare for the funeral as soon as possible."

"No, no, please, Doctor Luo, please save my child."

"Doctor Luo, please, please..." The brother kneeled on the ground holding the child, crying and kowtowing to Doctor Luo, this child is his lifeblood, if he really died like this, he himself would not be able to live.

"Make way, make way." Cao Xiangnan jumped in from outside on one foot with a cane, and was almost pushed to the ground. After finally squeezing in, he saw the pale child on the ground, who was about seven or eight years old, "I have a way to save him, let me try." He shouted.

When he shouted like this, everyone's attention fell on him.

"You, you really have a way?" The guy still had tears on his face, as if he had grabbed a piece of driftwood.

"You?" There was doubt in Dr. Luo's eyes. He has been practicing medicine for most of his life and knows that most people who drown will not survive.

"Let me try." Cao Xiangnan's eyes were firm.

He knew the value of time and had no time to explain to them here. He jumped to the side of the child with his crutches, threw the crutches aside, pressed the artery on the child's neck, and felt that the pulse under his hand was almost non-existent.