Xia Wenjin tilted her head and glanced at the villagers, and Lin Zhonglun chuckled, "Little Brother Xia, you're right to heed this gentleman's advice. Treating everyone's illness shouldn't make you fall sick first; you do need to rest!"
"Yes, go on!" An elderly woman came over and pressed three eggs wrapped in a handkerchief into her hands, showing a kindly smile on her face full of wrinkles: "I heard you haven't eaten, specially boiled these for you, eat them on the way!"
Then others came, offering cakes and food, filling Xia Wenjin's hands completely.
Xia Wenjin said, "Thank you!"
"It's us who should thank you, Little Brother Xia!"
