Ying Hai gave the child an injection of Potion.
Xu Huo saw that it was meant to restore his strength and asked whether the child could handle a stronger Potion.
"Thanks for the offer." Ying Hai shook his head, holding the child's hand. "He can't even use medicine anymore."
Silence spread through the crowd. In the end, Ying Yu couldn't take it anymore. He kicked aside the stool beside him and stormed out.
The old man quickly told Ying Hai to follow and check on him, in case he did anything rash.
The child seemed a little calmer after the injection, but his faint breathing showed that his life was slipping away.
His mother knelt beside the bed, tears streaming down her face as she murmured in despair, "I don't understand... Why do we have to suffer like this? If Heaven doesn't want us to live, why not just kill us? Why torment my child like this..."
Her pain was everyone else's pain, too.
Fan Yunhong slowly took two steps back, then spun around and shouted, "I've made up my mind. I don't want to stay here! I don't want to be the last one to die!"
Then he turned back to Xu Huo. "Let's go!"
Just then, the woman kneeling by the bed suddenly turned and crawled to Xu Huo's feet. She touched the edge of his shoe, humbly and tentatively. "Please... Take him with you... There must be a way to save him in another Sub-district... Please take him with you..."
No one came to pull her away. They, too, harbored a glimmer of hope—that this unknown passerby might take pity on them and rescue them from their misery for good.
"...Mom..." The child on the bed stirred groggily, then said he wanted candy.
His mother crawled over