Chapter 547
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At the time, Song Qingchun was standing before the large canvas, completely ignoring the colorful paint on her face and hands. She was so engrossed in her painting that a motorcycle brushed past her, and at the same time, the person on the motorcycle yanked on her bag.
The motorcycle was moving very fast, and when her bag was yanked away, the force was so great that Song Qingchun was knocked to the ground.
The piercing pain almost caused her to faint.
When she recovered, she was already sitting on a bench about one hundred meters away from the plaza, and the bag that she saw with her own eyes was sitting quietly on her lap.
Song Qingchun was completely stunned. She blinked several times to make sure her eyes were not playing tricks on her.
She clearly fell to the ground, and her bag was snatched away … What is going on?
Song Qingchun raised her head with confusion and looked around her.
In a foreign country, people came and went. She didn't know how many unfamiliar faces she had seen since the moment she was in trouble. The people who passed by her now all looked like they had no idea about the dangerous episode she had just encountered.
Song Qingchun recovered and stood up from the bench. When she was about to leave, an old Japanese lady asked her in Japanese with a smile, "Miss, are you alright?"
Song Qingchun had learned some Japanese, so she understood what the old lady meant. She shook her head and used her limited Japanese to say, "I'm fine." Then she thanked her.
"It's good that you're fine … You're quite lucky that someone managed to find your bag after it was stolen … That man, he sure is amazing … He was the one who carried you here to rest …"
Song Qingchun's Japanese was not that good. The old lady gave her a long speech, but Song Qingchun barely understood what she was saying.
However, Song Qingchun understood what the old lady was trying to say. Her bag had been retrieved by a man, and it was that man who had carried her to this lounge. The man had been very kind and had even helped her buy the medicine.
Medicine … Even though Song Qingchun had no idea what the old lady was talking about, when the word 'medicine' appeared in her mind, she opened her bag unconsciously and saw a bottle of ointment in it.
Song Qingchun took out the ointment, and the old lady nodded immediately. Then, she spoke a long sentence in Japanese.
Similar to before, Song Qingchun still didn't understand everything, but she had a rough idea of what the old lady was trying to say. She was probably saying that the man squatted down before her and helped her with the medicine before leaving.
Song Qingchun wanted to ask some questions in Japanese, but she didn't know how to express herself in Japanese, so she switched to English. However, the old lady didn't understand English. She looked at Song Qingchun and shook her head. Finally, someone called her from afar. The old lady bade her goodbye and left.
Song Qingchun, who was injured from the fall, returned to the hotel early.
Fortunately, although the pain from the abrasion was excruciating, it was not serious.
After applying the ointment, it healed quickly. Although it still hurt faintly the next day, most of the scabs had already formed.
When the scabs on Song Qingchun's body fell off on their own seven days later, she was on a plane to Beijing.
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