"Master, am I going to die? I can still see you..." Mr. Xie squinted his eyes into a slit and saw a blurry face, thinking it might be Lin Miao and wondering if he was so feverish that he was hallucinating.
"You're not dead; you're alive and well, just saying some discouraging words." Lin Miao saw that Mr. Xie had woken up, and luckily, he had brought a large first aid kit this time.
This was just in case, for himself and for Mr. Xie. As a doctor traveling outside, these are essential.
"Master, is it really you?" Mr. Xie finally fully opened his eyes and clearly saw Lin Miao's true face.
"Who else could it be if it's not me?" Lin Miao chuckled, carried Mr. Xie into a cave, laid some dry grass on the ground, and then began treating his wounds.
Maybe the medicine given earlier had taken effect. After Mr. Xie's fever subsided, the pain from his broken legs woke him up.
"Master, it's so good to see you. You saved me again..."
