"Don't move too much, Jiao. Your body is badly injured," Meyleen replied as she helped the man turn around so he wouldn't face the ground again.
"The pills..."
Hearing the man's hanging words, Meyleen immediately reached into Jiao's trouser pocket and took out a small white porcelain bottle. She can't see anything about the contents of the bottle.
"G-give it to Miss Xie Lan, Me-Meyleen," said Jiao again.
"But your condition?"
"I am okay. I can come back later," replied Jiao breathlessly.
"Miss Xie Lan just regained consciousness, Jiao. Calm yourself," said Meyleen.
Suddenly, a sigh of relief escaped the man's lips. "Is that true?"
"Emm. Now, calm down. Don't move too much."
"In that case, keep giving the pills. Even though she's conscious, we don't know what happened to Miss Xie Lan's body, Meyleen."
"Okay," the woman replied nodding in agreement with Jiao's words.