After the village head left.
Qin Xin immediately walked to the spot where the next-door yard and the bamboo courtyard were closest.
"Hey, Old Wang, can you hear me? It's you, right?"
She shouted to the neighbor.
Soon, a surprised response sounded from the neighboring yard: "Miss Qingxin, is that you? Oh no, Miss Qingxin, don't talk to us or come close, we're sick, it's contagious…"
Qin Xin: "It's a long distance away, so it's not that severe. Do you have food? You're staying in Miss Xiao's yard, her kitchen has a rice jar, and she also has a fridge in the main room. Check what's there to eat. If there's not enough, I can support you from here. You need good meals to have the strength to fight the illness. Hang in there, Old Wang!"
Old Wang next door: "Oh, I thank you on behalf of the brothers, Miss Qingxin. You're truly a great person."
