Lin Qingyuan stared at the person who had appeared out of the blue, just as shocked as she had been when she saw the snake.
The tears stopped rolling down her cheeks, seemingly frozen in place.
"Chen Xuping, why are you here?"
Without answering her, Chen Xuping squatted down in front of her and examined her injured foot swiftly.
Frowning, he said apprehensively, "We need to get you to a physician in the city now, or it'll be too late."
His words sent Lin Qingyuan into another panicked fit of tears. "What should I do? Am I going to die?" She was only seventeen—she did not want to die when she had not yet enjoyed her life enough.
Chen Xuping pursed his lips and glanced at her. Seeing how distressed she was, he reassured her in a low voice, "No. I won't let you die."
Lin Qingyuan stared at him, so stunned that she had forgotten her fear.
