"Sister-in-law, why are you here?"
The woman who rushed in now was named Du Xiuyun. She was the sister-in-law of Zheng Xinai.
Du Xiuyun looked at the man that laid on the stretcher, "Can't you see?! We found Xiaozhi on the mountain, passed out. We rushed him over here. Wait, where's Wenli? Is he okay?"
Zheng Xinai's pea-sized tears started to fall again, "Wenli isn't good. He died… Wuuuuu….."
Du Xiuyun's entire body shook. She originally wasn't that worried. But now, she felt thunderstruck.
"You're telling me that Wenli wasn't cured?! And he died?! What do I do then?! My son has the same symptoms as him!"
Since her son was concerned, Du Xiuyun didn't have the energy to comfort Zheng Xinai and was instead, dead worried about her son.
Everyone else could tell that the two men shared the same symptoms.
