Zhang Guifang's words instantly attracted everyone's attention.
Yang Erxiu had been fine just a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye, he began clutching at his own throat, scratching desperately while his eyes rolled back, struggling for breath.
"He's choking! He's choking!" the elderly woman at the door pointed at Yang Erxiu and exclaimed, "The child was just picking up grapes from the ground to eat!"
"My son! My life's treasure!" Feng Chunhua cried, rushing over and forcefully patting the child's back after picking him up from the ground.
Zhang Guifang and Mei Ying also came over to help.
"Everybody step back, let me do it!" An Hao, who had studied medicine and lived through two lifetimes, knew very well how to treat someone whose airway was blocked by something.
"Get out of the way! You don't need to help!" Feng Chunhua pushed An Hao away as she tried to help, "Would you even care that much? You probably wish my son were dead."