The villagers of Big Sea Village are simple and hospitable.
Rong Yan, with sweat pouring down her forehead, stepped out of Ye Qi's room, already so exhausted she was on the verge of collapse. A middle-aged woman who bore a striking resemblance to Ye Qi in her features followed closely behind her.
"Doctor Rong, are you tired? Thirsty? Why don't you sit down and rest for a bit? I'll get you a glass of water."
Her thin face, weathered from years of hard labor and exposure to the elements, was etched with fine wrinkles, even though she was barely past forty. She looked as aged as a city-dwelling woman in her sixties. Let alone compared to someone like Jiang Meiqi—a wealthy lady who had lived a life of privilege and frequented beauty salons for upkeep.
