"He just ran away all of a sudden, in that direction." Hanwen gestured to the place where the boy had left.

Concubine Ye sighed lightly, not knowing why he suddenly ran away.

It lasted for nearly two hours, and the group was busy, and Chu Zheng, Heiying and the others were all tired and sweaty, sitting in the corner panting.

Concubine Ye knew that even if they filled their stomachs today, there would be tomorrow and next year.

Some people may say that there are so many people in the world who don't have enough food and can't wear warmth, when will they be able to help.

But she always felt that since she had encountered it, she should do her best, maybe she couldn't save everyone, but if she could let some people continue their lives, it would be a good thing after all.

Seeing that Su Mohan and Black Eagle were talking about something, Concubine Ye pulled Han Wen and rushed over.

"How? Has there been any progress? ”

"Well, I heard that it was one of the few wealthy families in this village who brought the Asian boy back, and he has never been carried out since he was brought in." Black Hawk spoke in a deep voice.

Concubine Ye's heart was also a little heavy, and she still insisted: "Do you know the location?" ”

"Well, it's been confirmed, it's about twenty minutes by car, I plan to wait and see if I can hear anything else, and I plan to leave again in half an hour."

Concubine Ye did not refuse, and pulled Hanwen back to the shade and sat down.

Not long after, the child just went and returned, hid behind a wall, and quietly poked his head out to look at Concubine Ye and Hanwen, still a little timid.

Concubine Ye looked up, and he immediately shrank back and hid himself more secretly.

Hanwen said while sweating, "Why are you hiding there? Aren't you hot? Would you like to come and sit ......?"

The child couldn't understand what he was saying, but he understood that he should be talking to him, and stared at Hanwen fixedly, not saying a word.

"Mama, he's bleeding from the corners of his eyes." Hanwen turned his head to look at Concubine Ye and pointed at the boy.

Concubine Ye got up and brought him to her side and sat down, the boy was still very cramped, and sat a little nervously between Concubine Ye and Hanwen.

Concubine Ye sighed lightly, took out the sterilized cotton ball and said warmly: "It may hurt a little, you bear with it." ”

The boy stared at Concubine Ye with round eyes, unblinking, and the translator on the side dutifully translated for Concubine Ye.

"Why is it just you, your mother?" Concubine Ye asked gently, remembering that Black Eagle had just said that his mother was there.

The boy did not answer, quiet and well-behaved.

The interpreter said something to him again, and he was always timid, at most nodding slightly.

After Concubine Ye carefully disinfected the wound for him, she carefully put a bandage on the corner of his eye, rubbed some ointment on the bruises on his body, and finally picked up the pair of light little hands, put them on his legs, and carefully pasted a few small bandages.

Hanwen kept crouching beside her, dragging his chin and not making a sound.

The boy quietly looked up at her, then at Hanwen, and pointed to the medicine box, and the interpreter asked, "You want the medicine box?" ”

The boy finally nodded, a little embarrassed by the translation.

Concubine Ye said softly: "Give it to him, it must be his mother who is sick." ”

Although the boy has always been very shy, from a simple conversation, Concubine Ye still learned that he was not actually five or six years old, but already nine years old, and he just looked very small because of long-term malnutrition, which couldn't help but make Concubine Ye feel even more sad.