"Ayan, does it still hurt a lot? Take the medicated wine back, I'll rub it on for you..."
Lin Ziyan's mind was buzzing, as if a lot of bees were swarming inside, and she couldn't hear what the fat girl was saying at all.
The old doctor walked to her side, lifted her right hand, and moved it around.
Suddenly, there was a tug, "snap".
A sharp pain shot through her head, and Lin Ziyan's eyes instantly reddened. Even though she was mentally prepared, she was still shocked.
The chubby girl was stunned and didn't say a word.
"Old woman, come out and help," Dr. Chen called out to the inner room.
After a while, Lin Ziyan felt her right hand warm and less numb.
Aunt Chen helped from the side, tears streaming down her face, which she quickly wiped away.
Only after she finished bandaging the girl did the chubby girl dare to speak.
“Ayan, even if the shrimp paste factory closes down, we still have shrimp farms and seafood markets, we won’t starve…” she said, her voice choked with emotion.
Lin Ziyan, "..."
Giving up? Then all that suffering would have been for nothing!
Aunt Chen didn't speak, she just pursed her lips tightly.
“We can just sell those machines and stop making them,” the chubby girl continued, her voice very nasal.
She didn't dare to exert any force while supporting Lin Ziyan, for fear of touching her right hand.
Lin Ziyan: "Then aren't we at a huge loss?"
She wanted to refuse the chubby girl's help, but she was afraid that the girl would overthink it, so she let her keep walking with her.
Actually, after the bandage was applied, my arm felt cool and didn't hurt at all.
"Then we still need to do it?" the chubby girl asked, looking at her with a mournful expression.
Lin Ziyan nodded, adding in her mind, "Not only do we have to do it, but we have to do it well."
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