He weakly pushed himself up from the ground, his voice faintly asking, "Is it, is it all right now, Beichuan Mage?"
Beichuan Si thrust the shovel into the muddy ground and calmly replied, "As you can see."
Hearing this, Suzuki Fumi finally breathed a sigh of relief as if comforted. He tenderly patted his unsettled chest and struggled to stand up from the ground, "This, this time I've troubled Beichuan Mage."
"About the payment, I'll have someone transfer it to you in a while."
His legs were so weak from the immense shock that he barely had any strength to stand.
"Forget the payment for now; I'll take you to the hospital building," Beichuan Si said, picking up the entrenching tool.
"Then I must trouble Beichuan Mage."
Suzuki Fumi didn't try to act tough. He nodded weakly, his face pale, and followed the path to the main hospital building.
Along the way, he thanked Beichuan Si numerous times, and his color gradually returned to normal.
