She lifted the curtain of the carriage door and said to the driver, "Young man, please stop for a moment."

The coachman stopped the carriage: "Miss Xiao, what's wrong?"

He kept listening to the sounds behind him; the sheep shouldn't be lost.

Xiao Yunying waited for the carriage to stop, then jumped down and said, "Wait for me, I see someone I know."

She quickly walked to the back of the carriage and called out to the three people who had already passed by: "Yingying."

Duan Yingying turned around: "Sister Yunying."

Xiao Yunying walked over, and the woman next to Duan Yingying also turned around, her face anxious as she barely managed to greet her.

"Young lady, I'm in a hurry to get to the city, so I won't chat with you any longer."

The woman was probably Duan Yingying's mother, carrying her younger sister Duan Xiaoxiao on her back.

The little girl's eyes were tightly closed, and her cheeks were flushed; she clearly had a fever, and a fairly high one at that.

He reached out and touched Duan Xiaoxiao's forehead: "Why is her fever so high? Why didn't you take her to see a doctor sooner?"

Duan Yingying's mother was a soft-hearted person, and her eyes immediately reddened upon hearing this: "It's my fault. I was so focused on doing my embroidery that I didn't notice that the door wasn't closed properly when the child was sleeping in her room yesterday noon. She was exposed to the cold wind for a long time and caught a cold last night."

I didn't think it was serious, so I didn't take her to the doctor. I made her some ginger soup, and she felt better in the morning, but then her fever spiked so high around noon.

Duan Yingying glanced at the carriage, her eyes filled with expectation and pleading: "Sister Yunying, is this your carriage?"

"It's not mine, but you can borrow it. Hurry up and get on the bus, don't waste any time."

Xiao Yunying felt that it was a bit strange for the three of them to come to the city together, so she stopped them to ask if they needed any help.