Lin Yang's bump almost knocked the urn that Wen Yuli was carefully holding in his hands over.
Fortunately, he reacted quickly and grabbed the urn that was about to fall.
He hugged the urn tightly, as if it were a priceless treasure, almost holding the entire urn in his arms.
"I'm so sorry, Senior Wen. I was looking at my phone the whole time and didn't see you walking ahead of me." Lin Yang turned off her phone screen, bent over several times at a 90-degree angle between her waist and legs to apologize.
Wen Yuli's lips were pale, and his face was bloodless; he looked very unwell.
He was as gentle as ever. After carefully checking that not a single drop of the urn had spilled, he said comforting words to Lin Yang, fearing she might feel guilty. "It's alright, it's alright. You're fine, aren't you? Just be careful when you walk next time. I'm not afraid of bumping into people, but I'm afraid there might be cars on the road. Safety first, you know, Lin Yang?"
If Wen Yuli's voice was usually gentle and soft, then the voice he just spoke was barely audible.
Lin Yang, whose voice was weak, almost didn't hear what he was saying.
"Senior Wen, are you alright? You don't look well. Should I call a doctor to take a look?" Lin Yang noticed that something was wrong with him and reached out to support Wen Yuli, who was almost weak in the knees.
"I'm fine, I'm fine..." Wen Yuli's lips grew paler and paler as he grabbed Lin Yang's hand and slowly sat down on the ground.
He held onto the urn containing the ashes tightly the whole way, gritting his teeth and persevering until he was almost at the summit.
But that place is getting more and more uncomfortable.
Wen Yuli gently put down the urn, one hand clutching his throat in pain as if he couldn't breathe, the other hand gripping the left side of his chest, where his heart was, his hand trembling violently in pain.
"Senior Wen, what's wrong? Don't scare me! Senior Wen!" Lin Yang knelt down with Wen Yuli, and was so frightened by the scene before her that she was at a loss for what to do.
They dared not touch any part of Wen Yuli's body, for fear of aggravating his pain.
"Medicine..." Wen Yuli uttered a weak, pained sound, "I have medicine in my bag... medicine..."
Lin Yang leaned down, almost touching Wen Yuli's lips, before she could barely hear what he was saying.
"Okay, hang in there, Senior Wen!" Lin Yang unzipped the bag on his back and began trembling as she searched for the medicine inside.
After turning it upside down, they finally found the bottle in a hidden compartment. It made a clear, ringing sound when shaken, and there weren't many pills left.
"The medicine is here, the medicine is here. Senior Wen, how many pills do you want to take?" Lin Yang looked at the already torn-off packaging on the medicine bottle, unscrewed the cap, and didn't know how many pills to pour for him.
She was afraid that if she poured too much, it would kill people, and if she poured too little, the medicine wouldn't be effective enough.
"Six pills..." Wen Yuli tremblingly gestured a number, his mouth opening and closing but barely making a sound.
6 pills... 6 pills...
Lin Yang poured the bottle, trembling and stopping intermittently. There were six pills in her palm, and the bottom of the bottle was now empty.
Without thinking too much, Lin Yang quickly handed the medicine to Wen Yuli's lips and made him swallow it.
Without water, he almost choked to death by swallowing six raw grains.
Fortunately, he was used to swallowing medicine without water, and he managed to swallow the medicine with difficulty.
After lying on the ground for a while, Wen Yuli's breathing gradually returned to normal.
"Thank you, Lin Yang. If it weren't for you, I might have died here today." Wen Yuli lay on the ground, too weak to move, and weakly thanked Lin Yang.
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