As a result, she lost her balance and fell to the side. Although a small tree stopped her, her head still hit the tree. She saw stars, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes.
The hatchet in her hand also flew out of her hand and into the grass not far from the hillside.
At this time, a burly man wearing a rabbit-skin vest and carrying a basket of arrows on his back quickly scuttled out from the side. When he saw her, he was stunned for a moment and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, miss. Are you hurt?"
"Maybe not a concussion, but there's definitely a big bump on my head." After Zhou Ying stood up, she rubbed the back of her head and glared at him.
The burly man was taken aback. Although he didn't understand what a concussion was, he understood that she must have hit her head.
"I'm sorry, miss. I really didn't see you. Do take this wild chicken as an apology." He scratched his head with a dry smile.
