"Hiss!" Lin Qingshui took a sharp breath, feeling a bit dizzy.
Staring at the blood on the ground, his eyes rolled back as he collapsed to one side.
Lin Tang hurried to support her second brother and said, "Qingmu, don't go in, just set up the tent around the perimeter."
She had forgotten that Qingmu was a bit squeamish about blood.
After all, someone needed to take care of the miscellaneous chores outside.
Lin Qingshui knew his own condition well and didn't add to the chaos, agreeing immediately.
... And somebody had to prepare the food anyway.
Lin Tang and the others hustled over, but before they reached the area, they were stopped by a man in a green military uniform.
"What's this?"
"... Coming to help," Lin Tang said. "I have medicine, and I have food."
She looked at the twisted train carriages not far away, the metal sheets and screws scattered haphazardly on the ground... A sharp sting in her eyes.
