"It's alright, please help me lead the goat down the hill," the old man said while getting down from the motorbike. His body swayed and he had to hold on to the wall for support.
"Don't go into the house. Quick, let me take you to the hospital!" the young man swiftly said, having recalled Wang Yao's words earlier.
"I'll just go home and sit down. There's no need to go to the hospital!" the old man exclaimed.
His son allowed no explanation and dragged the old man back up onto the motorbike and drove straight to the hospital.
"Quietly stay here and graze on the grass, don't wander anywhere else," Wang Yao sat by the road and muttered to the three goats.
Before long, a middle-aged woman hurried up the hill towards his direction.
"Hello Ma'am."
"Hey, Yao, sorry to trouble you," the woman said.
"It's alright. Where did that older gentleman go?" Wang Yao asked.
"His son took him to the hospital."
