He stealthily swallowed his saliva, not daring to look any further, and quickly accepted the silver. The person rescued was stiff in the joints, his body faintly turning blue, and even his hair was studded with ice. The clerks and servants of the inn, long residing at the foot of the Snow Mountain, had seen countless travelers suffer frostbite and naturally knew how to treat it. They promptly carried the unconscious youth into a guest room upstairs. Someone poured a few mouthfuls of strong liquor into the mouth of the comatose youth, and then brought in several basins of snow, undressed him, and rubbed his body repeatedly with snow until his skin turned red.
The young girl had been watching with keen interest, but suddenly she pursed her lips and looked away. That's because someone was chastising in her ear: "Turn your head! What's there to stare at?"
