The sack in his hand was thrown out, spilling various waste materials filled inside.
His action attracted onlookers.
Tang Huai stood up from the chair, acting as if he was unaware of anything happening, and looked over.
Tang Youming shook off the scorpion, fell onto the grass, clutching his stung leg, and begged the onlookers: "I've been stung by a scorpion. Help me, take me to the hospital!"
The crowd, hearing his words, lowered their heads, searching for the alleged scorpion in the grass.
They found nothing.
"It's so painful, please take me to the hospital, show some kindness and take me to the hospital," Tang Youming suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and dizziness.
"If it's a poisonous scorpion, it could be fatal."
"There's indeed a red spot on his foot, was he really stung by a scorpion?"
"It's summer, any kind of insect might appear in the grass, so scorpions are not unusual. Normally, it's better not to walk barefoot on the grass."
