It was a Japanese woman in a kimono, about thirty years old, wearing a pair of wooden clogs. At this moment, she stood behind her, looking at the man lying next to her with concern.
Ye Ning couldn’t understand Japanese, but at this time, she couldn’t care less about what she was saying. She jumped to her feet and ran in front of her: "please. Help me!"
"What are you talking about?"
"I beg you to save him. He’s really dangerous!"
The two exchanged several sentences back and forth, but in the end, neither could understand the other.
It wasn’t until then, from behind the Japanese woman, that more shouting was heard. Ye Ning lifted her head and realized that a farm truck had stopped on the road nearby, and at this moment, someone in the truck was shouting toward them.
Did they just happen to be passing by here?
Fearing that the woman might be called away, Ye Ning, in her urgency, reached out and grabbed her wrist: "please. Help me!"
Observing this, the Japanese woman finally turned to look at the man who was calling her. Ye Ning watched as she loudly said a few words to him, prompting him to also get off the truck.
"What happened to you?"
To Ye Ning’s delight, the man who approached could speak English, although it wasn’t very fluent, but at least, communication was no longer an issue.
So, without delay, she began speaking: "He suddenly fainted, it’s very serious, can you help me take him to the hospital?"
(To avoid reading difficulty, the following dialogue is presented in Chinese.)
Upon hearing this, the Japanese man finally came over. Seeing Ou Mucen lying on the ground and the blood on the corner of his mouth, his complexion changed abruptly: "It does seem very serious."
"Right? So, let’s take him to the hospital first."
"But we have to go to the village for a performance..."
Watching Ou Mucen lying on the ground, Ye Ning could read a hint of dispute from their faces as the two conversed.
Fortunately, it seemed the man was willing to listen to the woman, and the concern was already evident on her face upon seeing the unconscious Mucen.
Ye Ning, squatting there, saw them argue for a while, but they finally decided to help her take him to the hospital.
"All right, I will take him to the hospital."
"Thank you, thank you so much!" Ye Ning was truly on the verge of kneeling down in gratitude.
The Japanese man, having helped the unconscious Mucen off the ground, then shouldered him. Together, the group of four got into the truck and began rushing towards the nearest hospital.
As for Japan, Ye Ning really wasn’t familiar with it. She didn’t know what this place was? Or who lived here? What were the medical facilities like?
She knew none of it; the only thing she knew was that she had to get him to a place where he could be saved, no matter what.
The truck sped down the road, with Ye Ning sitting in the back, guarding the man. She didn’t dare to look at the scenery passing by, holding on to his hand, anxiously staring ahead, waiting for the hospital to appear.
However, to her disappointment, after about twenty minutes of driving, what they came upon was a very secluded small village.
And the so-called hospital they referred to was nothing more than a clinic similar to the rural health stations found in China.