The rain in late spring is always sticky and sticky, making the bluestone road in Qingshi Town wet. Shen Qingci squatted behind the medicine stall and dried mugwort. As soon as his fingertips touched the warm bamboo plaque, he heard a burst of panicked footsteps from across the street.
"Miss Shen! Miss Shen, help!"
When she looked up, she saw Wang, the shopkeeper of the grocery store, running towards this side with a purple-faced child on his back. His coarse short coat was soaked with sweat. Shen Qingci immediately lifted the medicine curtain and led the person to the couch in the inner hall. The child clenched his teeth, making a snoring sound in his throat, and the whites of his eyes almost covered his pupils.
