The pain surely did weaken Xiao Lu, because he was in no condition to get up anymore. And the fact that nobody was around, made it worse. He was weak, yes, but for him to live, he had to rely on the only person here, which was the woman. Hearing her shout for help, made him think that it would be useless. "Qǐng..." he spoke weakly, turning his head to look at the woman. "Qǐng dài wǒ qù wǒ shūshu... Wǒ de shūshu..." he spoke to her. He was in a lot of pain, but if he could get the woman to take him to his Uncle, maybe his life could be saved. His Uncle worked for natural herbs and remedies. His business allowed those with pained muscles to go and relax. Like a massage parlour, but a old fashioned one.

Forcing himself to move his wounded arm, he reached into his pocket, pulling out the paper that had his Uncle's address written on it. He hissed in pain, the look of hurt on his face. Pulling the paper out, he forced his blood covered hand out to the woman, slipping the paper into her hand. "Wǒ de shūshu... My Uncle... Bao-Zhi.. Take me there..." he managed to say. "Take me to Uncle Bao-Zhi... Bùrán wǒ huì sǐ de.. Or I will die..." he was pleading now. He needed help. Nobody would be around at this time of day, only his Uncle would be able to help. Unless he is taken to Bao-Zhi, his Uncle, will he even have a chance at surviving.