C47 Leave

"How is old Mr. Zhao?" I asked.

"He's already awake. He was carried to a barefoot doctor's house. Nothing bad should happen to him." "No," he said.

I nodded.

After that, he didn't pay any more attention to me. He brought the villagers and carried the corpses of my big brother and his wife away.

After a night of rest, my spirit had also recovered