Yang PeiMin finally felt herself easing out of the shock.
Her stomach still clenched in pain, but her ears finally recovered their hearing, catching Shen Yixiang's voice amidst the chaos.
Only now she hazily remembered that she was about to give herself away.
"The wind is so cold, can someone help to fetch a quilt from the dorm?"
"Sure, I'll go. I'm in her dorm, I'll get it for her."
"Check to see if there's any bleeding."
"You can't really see anything even if there is, the pants are too thick."
"Stop it, can't you see her sister is freaking out?"
"That's not her sister, I think it's her cousin."
Suppressing the urge to pass out, Yang PeiMin steadied herself, her vision wavering, as Shen Yixiang's face—a mix of snot and tears—hovered above her.
"Sister-in-law, you have to hang in there...sob...Mother will definitely kill me..."
Li Yue, too, clung close to the stretcher. "Pei Min, you're going to be alright, don't be afraid, we'll get to the hospital soon..."
