After all, we were all tired from the long drive.
Sheridan handed Bobbie a bottle of water and some bread, and we ate by car. While eating, Bobbie said, "There are twenty seven families in this village, but most of them are big families. Each family has about seven or eight children. I will take you to see them later. If there is no problem, I will contact the doctor as soon as possible to perform the operation."
I was a little perplexed. Looking at him, I frowned and said, "Can the surgery be done so soon? Compatible bone marrow and kidneys are not easy to find."
He ignored me and shoveled the bread into his mouth. Then he took a few gulps of water and said, "Let's go!"
The villagers lived halfway up the mountain. Probably because of the recent rain, the dirt road was muddy and covered in puddles. There was mud all over my shoes, and even the hem of my pants was covered in dark yellow mud. It was very difficult to walk. The viscous sludge was sticking to my shoes. I could not lift my foot up after stepping into it.
Bobbie was probably used to walking such roads. Seeing that we were a little slow, he frowned slightly and said, "Don't step blindly. Look for places where there are stones and follow the trail that other people have made in the mud."
I nodded and looked at the few hundred meters ahead. The reason why we didn't drive was because it was impossible to drive the car up this dirt road at all. Bobbie said that cars couldn't drive down these roads, especially on rainy days. These roads were meant for oxcarts, not cars.
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