Su Qing followed the sound and saw an elderly woman, perhaps in her sixties or seventies, collapsed on the ground. Her eyes were shut tight, and she was unconscious. A woman who looked to be in her fifties was beside her, calling out anxiously.
"The county hospital isn't far from here. I can help you get her there to see a doctor." Since she'd stumbled upon the scene, Su Qing couldn't just ignore it. She hurried over to the woman in her fifties and spoke, while discreetly sending a wisp of green mist into the elderly woman's body.
"Ah, it's you!" The woman in her fifties looked up at Su Qing's voice, clearly startled. She hadn't expected the person offering to help would be the very girl she had been investigating.
This woman in her fifties was none other than Mrs. Lin, and the unconscious elderly woman on the ground was Old Mrs. An.
The woman's reaction puzzled Su Qing. 'Why do I get the feeling she knows me?'
