That truly scared them all to the point their souls flew out.
With screams in their throats, they rushed forward, trying to snatch the pesticide bottles, patting Qiu Mingyan's back, trying to make him vomit.
But none of it was useful.
No one knew how long Qiu Mingyan had been drinking, how much he had drunk. Moreover, in the remote village, with poor medical knowledge, none of them knew how to perform emergency rescue!
In the end, in a panic, they pressed Qiu Mingyan to the ground, squeezed his abdomen, but still saw no sign of him vomiting out any pesticide.
Instead, as they pressed down, Qiu Mingyan's frothy spit increased, and his consciousness grew fainter.
They were in despair—poverty and backwardness, their hopes pinned on a doctor, their wishes for the future, all the weight was placed on one person, and they only thought about themselves, ignoring others.
