On a rainy night, there was a cough in the dilapidated farmhouse.

There was medicine boiling on the stove, and the medicine had been boiled, but the owner was seriously ill and bedridden.

I can only let the medicine slowly suffer, and I don't know when it will be boiled dry.

Inside the house, surrounded by walls, a sour smell penetrated the smell of medicine.

On the bed, the coughing man was covered with a hard, thin quilt, and through the holes in it, he could see that he was wearing ragged clothes.

He struggled to get the medicine, and finally supported half of his body with his hands, but the next moment he lost his strength and fell back to the bed with a thud.

He fell to his head, red blood running down his sideburns.

I screamed and hurried forward to inspect his wounds, but my hands pierced him

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