Qi Yusen leaned down.
"Don't!" Qiao Qing grabbed his wrist and stopped him from sitting down.
She took over the shovel in his hand, "You don't understand the roots of this herb. It would be bad if you harm it while digging."
Plus, to ask someone with OCD to dig up this plant from a pile of mud would make a scene.
Of course, she didn't say that out loud.
Since Qiao Qing had spoken, Qi Yusen had to give up on his intention to help. Instead, he observed her.
Just as she was about to dig, he shouted, "You forgot to put on gloves."
Qiao Qing didn't stop her movements, "Gloves just get in my way."
By then, she had already dug up the plant and had placed it in the basket the subordinate was carrying.
Afterward, the group continued to walk.
After Qiao Qing collected all the herbs she was looking for, she asked to walk back the way they came from, feeling that she didn't have the time to rest and drink water.
