Feng Qingxue smiled, "My surname is Feng, called Feng Qingxue. I'm just a passerby from out of town, here to buy some things to take back, I won't be staying. You should hurry and take the child and the mother to the hospital, it's cold, don't delay."
Zhu Mother remembered the name in her heart, hurriedly pleading for everyone to help, and carried the mother, whose lower half was wrapped in an old quilt, downstairs to the entrance.
A flatbed cart was already prepared at the door, with an old quilt laid on top.
Feng Qingxue only accompanied them downstairs, watched as the mother lay steadily on the cart, didn't go to the hospital, found a place to wash her hands, changed out of the blood-stained clothes, returned to the building, to buy the high-priced silk she had her eye on.
When passing the stairway entrance, someone was already clearing the bloodstains on the floor, they greeted Feng Qingxue upon seeing her.
Feng Qingxue nodded to them and directly went upstairs.
