Now it looks even more like he's lost all hope in life, making people feel extremely sorry for him.
"This medicine, do you think it'll work?"
"No, no, he hasn't vomited."
"I've checked his temperature, no fever. But his heart rate is very fast, almost like... like after intense exercise."
"Child, are you... constipated?"
"He just had diarrhea!"
"What should we do?"
Four or five maids discussed the strategy.
"The nearest hospital, even by car, is more than half an hour away, and he seems to be in a lot of pain."
"Child, do you need to lie down for a bit?"
After their well-intentioned discussion, Little Momo felt that the few jumps he had just made were about to return.
"I, I have to go to the bathroom again..." He immediately got off the bench and ran to the bathroom.
"Do you remember the way?"
Little Momo waved without turning back, "I remember."
Finally, Lisa decided, "I'll call the doctor."
