If something really happened to Jinbao, Aunt Zheng would probably go crazy. If San Ya rushed over at this time, the consequences would be predictable and all the plans would be useless.
After Lin Ran gave his instructions, he walked towards the crowd in front.
There were too many people, probably almost everyone in the team had come, and Lin Ran couldn't squeeze in at all.
She could only see through the gaps in the crowd that Jinbao was lying on the ground, wet and unconscious.
A young gay man in a white shirt was riding on him and pressing his chest.
Aunt Zheng kept kowtowing, and even though she was kowtowing on the muddy ground, her forehead was already red and swollen.
From this perspective, she is indeed a loving mother, but she is only like this to her son. Isn’t her daughter just a piece of flesh that fell from her body?
Lin Ran was sighing when she heard a few people talking nearby.
"Do you think it's useful for Shi Zhiqing to keep pressing like this?"
"Whether it works or not, it's better than doing nothing, right?"
"Yes, I've already called the barefoot doctor. He should be here soon."
Some people also feel sympathetic:
"Looks like I have to keep a close eye on the kids from now on. I can't let them play in the water at the reservoir. It's so dangerous! I don't even know if Jinbao can be saved!"
"It was just bad luck for him. Who could have thought that the riverbank would suddenly collapse?"
"It must have been washed away by the continuous heavy rains in the past few days. At that time, the team was busy with the rice paddies, so no one paid attention to this. I didn't expect it to collapse completely today."
"Hey, he's only nine years old. I hope he's okay."
"I think it's very likely. I heard it wasn't very alive when it was first pulled out of the water."
“…”
Lin Ran also understood the cause and effect from their conversation.
She looked at Jinbao again. In fact, she was also curious whether it was really useful for the educated youth to press his chest continuously.
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