"No, I'm not from Wangjiazhen. I'm heading to Luoling Village to pick some herbs on Daqing Mountain," the man explained with a smile, taking out a Xin'anjiang Cigarette from his shirt pocket and offering it to Zhong Fugao.
"Oh, so you're a doctor! No wonder you look so refined!" Zhong Fugao accepted the cigarette, tucking it behind his ear and immediately becoming enthusiastic. Doctors are always respected.
"I'm not really a doctor; I just know a bit about medicine." The man modestly said. A gust of cold wind blew by, and he started coughing again, more severely this time, for quite a while without stopping. The boy kept patting the man's back and took a water flask from the backpack he was carrying to give the man a drink.
Tian Sisi couldn't help but feel pained; she really felt it strange, what was going on with her today, why did she care so much about a stranger she didn't know?
"Comrade, what's wrong? You seem unwell?" Zhong Fugao asked with concern.
