Lin Qingqian turned her head and looked over. Not far away was a small garden. The street lamps were dim, and she could vaguely see a person sitting on a bench.
His breathing was rapid, as if he couldn't breathe. And his body was trembling.
Lin Qingqian no longer hesitated. She lifted her skirt and walked over. Under the light, she saw that the other party was a young man. His face was even paler under the moonlight, and his breathing was getting heavier and heavier, as if he was about to suffocate at any moment.
"Are you all right, sir? Sir?" She bent to pat him on the back to help him catch his breath.
"Medicine… medicine…" The man's expression was pained as he squeezed out a blurry word with great difficulty.
"Medicine?" Lin Qingqian reacted quickly. "You have medicine on you?"
The man was in so much pain that he could not speak. His fingers gripped his chest tightly as he looked at the ground beside him.