"Comrade, the next stop is the terminal. Please gather your belongings and prepare to alight," said the bus conductor.
Kang Li was jolted back to reality by this reminder and realized that, at some point, she was the only passenger left on the bus besides the driver and the conductor.
She thanked the conductor, and as the bus slowly came to a stop, she picked up her luggage and walked to the rear door.
Considering the not-so-short walk ahead of her, Kang Li had worn a pair of flat white shoes today, complemented by a white shirt, a coffee-colored cargo harness pants, and a light blue cardigan.
These clothes were given to Kang Li by Mrs. Qi one week ago, who had them purchased through someone she knew from the Friendship Store, tailored to Kang Li’s size, effectively silencing any objections Kang Li might have had.
The research institute was located in a remote area; as Kang Li walked, she looked around occasionally, but saw no one on the road. However, soon after she turned onto another street, she faintly heard cries for help coming from a grove not far away.
As she drew closer, Kang Li smelled a faint scent of blood.
This...
"Help... help..."
Kang Li stopped walking, her ears now clearly catching the cries for help.
Should she go check it out?
Kang Li hesitated.
"...Help... please help us..."
Kang Li: "..."
Us?
Save us?
"Thank you..."
"You’re welcome, I just happened to pass by, and it’s fortunate I could help. But let’s hope this doesn’t turn into a scam, or I’ll be so upset it’ll make me sick!"
With a "snip, snip," she cut open the unconscious teenager’s shirt, exposed the wound to the air, and with a composed expression, she cleaned the wound, applied medicine, and bandaged it.
After finishing, she carefully checked the teenager from head to toe again, noticing only a quail egg-sized bump on the back of his head and the shoulder wound, with no other injuries.
"He’s your friend, isn’t he?!"
"Yes."
"I’ve bandaged your friend, and his vital signs are normal. He’s just unconscious now, which could be related to the impact on the back of his head, but I’m not a professional doctor, so it’s still best to take him to the hospital for a check-up."
Having said this, Kang Li looked at the conscious teenager. "Your arm seems to be dislocated. Let me check."

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