It Is Too Late

Duan Yixin looked at Chi Xinru's frowning face and said, "We can only hope that the rain will stop soon. Otherwise, we will not only have to face floods, but we may also need to prepare for the plague."

After Duan Yixin finished speaking, Chi Xinru's heart sank. Although she had only learned medical skills from Grandpa Duan for a few weeks, Chi Xinru knew that the terrible thing was not the flood but the plague that followed after the flood.

Duan Yixin saw Chi Xinru's gloomy expression, walked to the wooden table, and sat on the wooden stool. She took out two steamed buns from the bamboo basket, handed one to Chi Xinru, and said, "There is no use worrying about things that haven't happened yet."

Chi Xinru looked at the steamed bun in Duan Yixin's hand for a moment and then took it. She nodded and said, "Xin Xin, you are right. There is no use worrying about things that have not happened yet."