"Hey, little one..."
Wang Jian beckoned to Xiao Yuan, signaling her to come over. Han Youzhen and Chairman Kang glanced at Wang Jian, then let the little girl go.
The crowd of onlookers, seeing the young doctor suddenly stop his treatment, assumed he had given up. Why is he calling for the little girl? What could a child possibly do? The murmurs in the crowd grew louder. Some were anxious for the fallen man, others were just spouting nonsense, and a few were simply enjoying the drama.
All sorts of comments flew around, and a few thoughtless ones reached Xiao Yuan's ears, nearly making her cry again. She fought back the tears welling in her eyes and mumbled, "Doctor brother, my name is Xiao Yuan."
Wang Jian noticed the little girl's brimming eyes and comforted her in a soft voice, "Xiao Yuan is such a cute name. Do you trust me, Xiao Yuan?"
