The young man was so anxious that tears fell from his eyes. He hurriedly ran to the side to find a garbage-filled rice dumpling, but her father kept turning and fighting, unable to stabilize himself. Just as she took his shoulder, she couldn't free herself to take the rice dumpling. After grabbing the rice dumpling, her father began to fight again.
"Yan Er, take the Zongzi. I'll come to your father's aid."
I held her father's shoulder tightly and prevented him from moving. The young man looked at me blankly. He wiped his tears and held the Zongzi in his hand, hoping that her father would vomit quickly so that he would be able to wake up.
"Dad spit it out, but it won't be so uncomfortable. Spit it out, what's wrong? Can't you spit it out? Open your mouth, I'll help you."
"Are you kiddin
