The next day, Xiaomu ran to the doctor's hospital again, kneeling down as always, even a little scoundrel, her knees through the hole and the cold ground pressed together.

The doctor was a little impatient: "You have come to me to kneel several times, and I also run a medical clinic to do business, and I also have to support my family." ”

Xiao Mu pulled the doctor's pants and prayed for the doctor's kindness to save her relatives lying on the hospital bed.

She was crying more sadly than yesterday, tears rolling across her round face.

Xiao Mu said with a crying voice: "Doctor, I beg you, as long as you give me some more medicine, let me do anything, I really have no choice." ”

The doctor turned his head, and for the first time he looked at Xiao Mu attentively.

Xiaomu is eleven years old this year, not yet an adult, and the beautiful curves of women have not yet been conceived.

She exudes the unique temperament of girls when they are underage, that kind of temperament is very short, no matter how extraordinary a woman is, once she is older, this temperament will disappear, without exception.

Xiao Mu's neck, her little hands, and her tears quietly played that temperament.

The doctor looked a little stupid, he turned his gaze, looked around, and after confirming that there was no one, he looked inside the infirmary and closed the door vigilantly.

The sunlight streaming in through the crack in the door barely illuminated the inside of the room.

The doctor stroked his mustache and asked, "Are you really willing to do anything?"

Xiao Mu nodded, she was very sincere.

The doctor said, "Stand up." ”

Xiaomu stood up.

The doctor said, "Take off your coat." ”

Xiao Mu took off his coat.

The doctor said, "Take it off again." ”

Xiaomu continued to take it off.

The doctor said, "Take off your underwear too." ”

There was some fear in Xiao Mu's eyes, and she hesitated.

The doctor waved his hand and said, "You put on your clothes and go, let your eldest brother die of illness." ”

Xiao Mu didn't hesitate at this time, she took it off, just like she knelt down in front of the doctor without hesitation.

The sunlight swept across Xiaomu's young body, causing goosebumps on her.

The doctor swallowed his saliva and approached Xiaomu stupidly.

Xiao Mu was scared and retreated step by step, until there was no way to escape in the corner.

The doctor said, "Don't worry, I won't do anything, I'm just touching your body and studying the growth of the child's bones, which is called bone touching for us who practice medicine." ”

Xiao Mu didn't know if what he said was true or not, but for the sake of the doctor's ancestral secret recipe, she believed it.

The doctor's hands glowed gray, and the thick calluses were as rough as tree bark, in stark contrast to the skin that could be broken by the small wood.

The hands moved slowly like caterpillars on Xiao Mu's body, touching parts that shouldn't have been touched.

Xiao Mu, whose mind was blank, stood in place, she knew that this was a kind of injury, but she didn't know how to eliminate it.

The doctor's face turned red, his hands trembled a little, he had never touched such a tender skin as Xiao Mu, he was very intoxicated.

The hands squirmed without mercy, and with a little force, they could leave a faint scratch on Xiao Mu's body, and his movements began to become rapid like the sound of his breathing.

"Take off your pants too!" the doctor's tone became a little fierce.

Xiao Mu hesitated again, fear penetrated her whole body like a bolt of lightning, and like a bucket of cold water drenched her, except for the cold fingertips trembling slightly because of fear, Xiao Mu's whole body froze at a loss.

The doctor was about to say something, when there was a knock on the closed door of a patient who came to seek medical treatment.

After skipping a trace of unwillingness, his eyes froze and said in a low voice: "Quick, put on your clothes quickly." ”

The doctor was very trustworthy, and he gave Xiaomu a packet of medicine that was enough for Ye Yu to take for a few days.

Xiao Mu didn't quite understand that these medicines were exchanged for her own body, and it wasn't until many years later that she understood the truth that women could exchange their bodies for everything.

She didn't feel too much gratitude to the doctor, and from the moment the doctor let her loosen her clothes, she decided that touching the bones was nothing more than his nonsense.

Xiao Mu didn't tell Ye Yu about this, and she had a fear in her heart that came out of nowhere that she hid this matter.

Ye Yu didn't notice Xiao Mu's trance-like eyes, and the violent coughing made him mentally on the verge of collapse.

Xiao Mu brought a bowl of pungent decoction, very careful, for fear that he would accidentally spill this hard-won medicine.

The freedom was given to her by Ye Yu, and now, she uses her body as a reward, and all the gratitude that cannot be expressed in words in this weak life is condensed into this bowl of thick soup at this moment.

If Ye Yu knew the origin of this bowl of medicine, he would not be willing to drink it even if he died of illness.

But he didn't know, what was even more sad was that after this bowl of medicine went down, Ye Yu's complexion did not improve.

Ye Yu said to Xiao Mu angrily: "Xiao Mu, I feel like I'm going to die. ”

Xiao Mu's composure lasted only a moment, and tears came out of her eyes like a spring.

She suffers, she is sad, she tears.

Ye Yu's hand wiped her tears, caressed her cheeks lovingly, and his eyes also depicted the same sadness and reluctance as Xiao Mu.

Ye Yu's hand was warm and powerful, this hand had given Xiao Mu the most sincere warmth, and these hands took her to many landscapes that she thought she would never see in her life.

Now, the owner of these hands is dying, and if she could, how she wished that it was not the doctor who touched her body, but the hands of the man with these hands.

Ye Yu said: "Don't cry, death is not terrible." ”

Xiao Mu said: "Really?"

"When a person dies, he just disappears from this world, and there is no pain at all. Ye Yu said: "Before I was born, I didn't exist in the world, I had no memory at that time, I had no consciousness, it was like being asleep, and the feeling after death was the same as the feeling before birth." ”

After death and birth are relative, this is the truth that Ye Yu realized after killing enough people.

On that dead night, Xiao Mu turned his prayer to God into tears, and grabbed Ye Yu's hand and cried almost all night.

Ye Yu didn't know at that time, maybe to some extent, that night was the last time he saw Xiaomu.

No matter how painful Xiao Mu's cry was, the ruthless hands of the sick man still pressed Ye Yu down.

He fell into a deep coma, and before his consciousness had died, Ye Yu felt that he had come to the end of his life.

However, Ye Yu still had a trace of breath that was so weak that he couldn't feel it, like a ray of light, passing through the fingers of death.

Ye Yu still survived, because during the time he was unconscious, there was a pair of small hands that kept feeding him medicine, wiping his body, and covering him with a quilt.

Ye Yu couldn't feel the passage of time, and his occasional vague consciousness felt that every once in a while, those little hands would hold a warm towel to wipe his face and massage himself.

Those little hands had very little strength.

After each massage, the little hands will put their heads around and feed the medicine with a moderate temperature spoonful by spoonful.

If his consciousness can be restored and he can speak, how much Ye Yu wants to say thank you to the owner of the little hand.

This feeling lasted for a long time, and what those little hands did was repeated every day, but Ye Yu strangely felt that the decoction fed into his mouth was gradually fading day by day.

In the casserole where Xiaoshou boils medicine every day, the medicinal herbs are getting less and less day by day, and she has no money to buy more medicine.

The bowl of medicine that Xiao Mu personally boiled out for Ye Yu for the last time was already as light as a cup of tea, such a small measurement, after drinking for a lifetime, Ye Yu who was lying on the bed could not recover half a point.

When Xiaomu walked into the room with the bowl of medicine, she tripped over the threshold.

After a crisp sound, the medicine bowl bloomed on the ground like a firework, and the medicine as light as tea was scattered all over the ground, and the cold ground rubbed through Xiaomu's forehead.

Xiao Mu cried, she lay on the ground and cried heartbreakingly, crying as sad as the night before Ye Yu fell into a coma.

It was as if she had been pressed to the ground by an invisible, merciless hand.

Ye Yu didn't know at all.

In the coma, Ye Yu couldn't feel the changes in this world, he couldn't see Xiao Mu's sadness, and he couldn't hear the child's cry.

All he could feel was that the small hands were gone, replaced by a pair of powerful big hands of an adult man.

The big hands did the same thing as the little hands, wiping him, feeding him medicine, massaging him.

Unlike the decoction that was already as light as tea before, the medicine that these big hands fed into his mouth was bitter and strong.

Ye Yu didn't know whose big hand it was, at least it wouldn't be Xiao Mu's little hand.

These big rough hands are covered with calluses, and although their movements are skillful and sophisticated, they do not have the carefulness and love of the previous small hands.

Ye Yu was in a coma for forty days.

On an early morning with the fragrance of grass and flowers, the warm sunlight sprinkled on Ye Yu's eyelids that had not opened for forty days.

Ye Yu became conscious, he slowly opened his eyes, and returned to the world from the hell he thought he had fallen into.

The first person he saw when he woke up was the owner of the big hands, who was the shopkeeper of the small inn.

The wood is gone.

The shopkeeper said that ten days ago, the child named Xiaomu gave him a large bag of medicine and a few pieces of broken silver, and then he didn't know where he went.

Ye Yu asked him where the medicine and silver came from, and the shopkeeper said that the medicine must have been taken by the doctor, so he didn't know the silver.

Ye Yu asked him about the situation before Xiao Mu left, and the shopkeeper also shook his head and couldn't say anything, only replied that Xiao Mu left crying before leaving.

Ye Yu's scalp was numb on the bed, he felt a hint of ominousness, and he asked the shopkeeper to invite the doctor over to see if he knew something.

The shopkeeper ran out to take a stick of incense and came back, he shook his head again, and told Ye Yu that the doctor was unwilling to come.

Ye Yu didn't like the movement of the shopkeeper shaking his head, and his intuition told him that Xiao Mu's departure must have something to do with the doctor.

He struggled to get up from the bed, he was going to ask the doctor himself, and before leaving, he picked up the knife.

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