"Ai Ma!" The startled cry of Wang Cuihua emanated from the doorway.
Suizi and her husband rushed out to see what was happening.
Wang Cuihua was standing at the gateway, pointing outwards and shouting:
"Why is there a man there? Tiegen, quick, get a small twig to poke him with, see if he's still breathing!"
The man lay face down on the ground, donned in ragged and tattered clothes, his status between life and death a mystery.
Yu Jingting turned the man over, and through the grime smeared across his face, he could barely distinguish the facial features. He looked familiar.
"Isn't this your sixth aunt's boy, Yang Wei, from our village?" Wang Cuihua recognized him.
Suizi thought to herself, what a peculiar name... full of medical connotations and a hint of helplessness with life, isn't it?
"Quick, bring him inside," Wang Cuihua instructed her son to carry the man into the house.
Before long, he regained consciousness.
"Big Wei, why are you here?"
