Ye Que gently laid Chi Zaozao down on the bed, turned around to look at the boy and asked, "How far is it to the county town from here? Is there a hospital nearby? Or a clinic would do as well."
The boy ignored his question and came over to sit beside Chi Zaozao. He reached out to squeeze her leg, looking deeply at Ye Que.
"Her leg is broken."
Ye Que could not deny it—as a matter of fact, Chi Zaozao's leg was indeed broken. If they didn't find a hospital to treat her soon, she might never recover from it in this lifetime.
"Don't worry."
The boy stood up, staring at Ye Que as he spoke, "You take good care of her now. I'll go out to find some herbs for setting bones. You probably haven't eaten yet, right? I've got a few cooked corn cobs; just make do with those for now. I'll head out."
Hearing this, Ye Que felt so grateful he didn't know what to say.
