Healing His Paranoia

chapter 09 : scald

His injuries were mostly in the form of long strips.

Deep and shallow, crisscrossing, there were both deep scars and shallow red marks on the surface, indicating the passage of time.

At first glance, Ating was attracted by the circular burn mark on his arm.

It seemed as if something had bitten off a piece of flesh, leaving it empty and desolate.

The surrounding skin was necrotic and suppurating.

The dark purplish-black color spread everywhere, and half of his arm was red and swollen.

It was truly shocking.

“My...”

Wang Jun's favorite phrase was 'oh my god', but it was clearly not enough at this moment.

Her facial features twisted together and she exclaimed, “Oh my ancestors, who turned this little monster into such a state?

Of course, it was Axiang.”

Lulu Xun is a trapped beast in this room, poor to the end but still full of attack power.

No matter if it's an adult man or a group of inexperienced children with rocks, they can't hurt him at all.

Only the woman who gave him life and blood.

That heartless Ah Xiang, before she died, actually gave him such a cruel inheritance.

Ah Ting takes two more steps, wanting to get closer to him.

Lulu Xun leans against the wall, hiding under the stairs, his face pale and his eyelids half drooping.

His eyes were originally somewhat scattered, but because of Ah Ting's bold two steps, he suddenly became fierce.

His amber eyes narrowed, beautiful yet wicked.

He gradually propped himself up, his bony fingers surprisingly large, like a monster's claw, pressed against the ground.

His back tense and arched, forming a cat's attack posture.

Take one more step and I will tear you apart.

He conveyed this message with his body language.

“Meow?”

The black cat definitely recognized this posture, but couldn't understand the hatred between the half-human, half-cat Lulu Xun and the harmless girl Ah Ting.

It wandered between the two, circling.

Its tail impatiently tapped the floor, it was getting annoyed too.

“Ah Ting!”

Seeing that Ah Ting still didn't know any better and wanted to go over, Wang Jun quickly grabbed her and raised his voice:

“Don't get closer to him!”

Tiger just wanted to catch him, and almost had half of his ear bitten off!”

“But I'm not going to catch him,” Ating explained seriously, “He's injured, I'm just checking on him.”

At first, it sounded reasonable.

Wang Jun thought about it and suddenly realized something was wrong, “What's the use if only you know?

Does he know that you want to help him instead of catching him?

Look at him, his eyes and actions are like a cat, he can't speak at all, and he doesn't understand what you're saying, right?”

Ating looked at him, and he looked at Ating as well, with the eyes of an enemy.

“Go find an adult, we can't handle this.”

After all, it's a life.

Wang Jun didn't have any good or bad feelings towards the little monster.

No matter what kind of creature he was, a brave female hero would never ignore him.

She had a quick mind and immediately thought of someone, “Let's find the old village chief, he's the one who doesn't mind the little monster the most in the whole village.”

It used to be him, and now it might be silly Ating.

“Stop looking, let's go.”

“Wang Jun interrupted their gaze and pulled Ating out of the door.

“Wait.”

“Wait for me.”

Ating turned into a light breeze and ran off, returning with a bowl of white congee and a peeled boiled egg in his hand.

She stubbornly walked towards him, lowering her body lower and lower, finally squatting into a small ball.

Lower and smaller than him, like another fragile little animal just born.

Ating moved half a meter closer than before, and Lu Xun maintained a defensive attitude, not launching an attack rashly.

But she was not allowed to come closer.

He picked up a small stone and threw it near her knee.

His fingers played with two other stones, intimidating her.

Ating obediently stopped and only pushed the porcelain bowl and the cloth-wrapped egg in front of him, pushing them under his eyelids.

“Eggs and congee.”

“Eat them.”

She pointed to her own arm, treating him like an ignorant child, and coaxed him softly, “If you eat it, you'll have strength and it won't hurt as much.”

Wang Jun beside them scratched his head, unable to understand the silent game and communication between them, and even more unable to understand Ating's actions.

“It's useless.”

She couldn't help but say, “He doesn't eat things given by others.

My mother served him food and meat eight hundred years ago.”

How many mothers are there in the Sunset Village?

More than half of them have tried to sympathize with this wild child with no love from his mother and no knowledge of his father.

They gave him rice, delicious pork ribs, and even the clothes and shoes of their own children.

But Lu Xun never showed any gratitude.

He would spill his food, tear his shoes and socks, and would rather go barefoot, huddling in the corner with his cat, picking at crumbs and scraps in the freezing cold.

Wang Jun couldn't understand Ating's occasional care for this little monster.

All she knew was that it was a waste of time and emotions.

Tomorrow, the results of the entrance exam would be announced, and as the new leader, Ating was duty-bound to stop her:

'Don't bother with him, let's go straight to the village chief, we'll be back in half an hour.

We haven't eaten for days, a little more hunger won't kill us.

' But Ating refused to listen, placing her hands on her toes, looking at him determinedly and said, 'Lu Xun, you need to eat.

' 'Oh my goodness.

' Wang Jun leaned against the door, wanting to leave but unable to let go.

The old Ating used to annoy her, but the new Ating was beyond her control.

'Stop calling him, can't you see that he won't pay attention to you?

' 'Even if the sky falls, he won't eat your...

' Her words abruptly stopped, and Wang Jun stared at him in disbelief.

He ate.

Lu Xun lowered his face to the ground, nonchalantly took a few sips of the porridge.

Then he laid back in his nest and quickly finished the egg yolk with a few bites, throwing away the egg white.

He looked at Ating without any gratitude, his eyes cold and proud, as if saying, 'Is this enough now?

' Wang Jun was even more shocked:

“How can he eat your stuff and still act so arrogant?”

Lu Xun gave her a contemptuous look.

In front of him, Ating just raised her eyebrows and smiled quietly at him.

The old village chief slipped in the field and is currently receiving treatment at the county hospital.

When Ating and Wang Jun heard the news, they happened to see the village chief's son coming out of the house with a large bundle tied to his bicycle.

The mute daughter-in-law was babbling and gesturing next to him, but he didn't have the mood to look and just responded with a mouthful of “I know, I know,” before sitting on the bike seat.

Upon seeing this, Wang Jun said, “Let's go back.”

Ating looked at her incomprehensibly, her gaze clear and transparent.

In front of her eyes that could speak, Wang Jun often felt helpless.

The boss of the Tiger Gang no longer had his arrogance.

She patiently explained, “It's not that I don't want to take you there.

The village chief is willing to take care of the little monster, but his son is not.

Even if we go, it won't help, you know?”

Since Ating neither nodded nor shook her head, she suddenly ran to the middle of the road and raised her hand to stop the famous Phoenix brand bicycle in the village.

The village chief's son was scared and slammed on the brakes, shouting rudely, “You damn girl, get out of my way!”

Ating didn't move, she just said, “Lu Xun is sick.”

This naughty girl.

She looks delicate and quiet, but deep down she's stubborn and rebellious.

She's incredibly foolish when she doesn't have a plan, but when she does, she becomes even more stubborn.

Just this afternoon, she quietly did a few big things?

Wang Jun watched with anger and amusement, shouting at the man, “Well done Ah Qiang, I caught you bullying my little brother again!”

Ah Qiang was someone who only bullied the weak and feared the strong, and seeing this fighter-like Wang Jun gave him a headache.

Headache, foot pain, stomach pain, his whole body ached, and the area kicked by Wang Jun was even more painful.

“I don't have time to play with you, my dad is still lying in the hospital waiting for me.”

He glanced at A Ting unkindly, “What's the matter with you?

Why are you blocking my car?”

“Lu Xun is sick, can you help him?”

A Ting looked at him.

“It's none of my business.”

“It's very serious.”

A Ting pursed her lips and cautiously said, “He might die.”

Fever, chills, severe wound infection.

If Lu Xun continued to stay in the dirty, dim corner of the house, there was a real possibility that he would die alone in the beautiful early summer.

Death, in A Ting's eyes, was not a joking matter, it was very, very serious.

Unexpectedly, Ah Qiang chuckled, “Anyway, he's a useless animal that nobody wants.

If he dies, it saves us trouble.”

Taking advantage of their guard being down, he pedaled his bicycle wheels rapidly and moved several meters away in an instant.

He turned around and made a face, humming a tune as he walked away.

A Ting's face remained expressionless.

Wang Jun pulled her and cursed Ah Qiang, this heartless person.

“Who is that?”

Ating's gaze turned to the mute woman.

“Ah Qiang's wife from out of town, a timid mute.”

Ating walked towards the beautiful woman and repeated the words.

The mute wife's face showed a bit of confusion and unease.

She kept rubbing her hands on her pants.

She made a few complicated gestures and realized that the girls couldn't understand, so she pulled Ating into the house.

There was a row of white pills, carefully cut into three pieces.

There was also a small amount of ointment and two red eggs.

She wrapped them in newspaper and handed them to them.

Ating said softly, “Thank you.”

Wang Jun reacted and also said thank you.

The mute wife smiled slightly, without showing her teeth, and reached out as if she wanted to touch their heads, but shyly withdrew her hand.

As they walked out of Ah Qiang's house, the two girls went home with the orange-yellow sunset.

Ating looked into the silent mountains behind the house and suddenly asked, “Are there any herbs on the mountain?”

“I only know about pigweed.”

“There are dozens of wild dogs up there.

We children can't go in without adults.

Except for the little monster, he has never been bitten by the dogs.”

That's why the villagers were sure he was a wild creature reincarnated.

Ating kept her head down and didn't speak, knowing in her heart that just two fever-reducing pills and the folk remedy plaster could at most keep Lu Xun alive.

Whether it would be three days, seven days or half a month, it all depended on luck.

The medical environment in 1984 was too poor and too expensive.

She had to climb that mountain.

But who would accompany her?

Ating sat at the door for four hours, and as soon as she saw Song Yuqiu's flashlight, she immediately brought out the food.

Song Yuqiu didn't eat spicy food, his chopsticks were always on the onion potato pancake.

“Dad.”

The dim light bulb swung above her head, Ating stared at her shapeless shadow, and said softly:

“If I do well in the middle school entrance exam, can you take me to the back mountain?”

Often she heard that parents would reward children who did well.

For example, taking her to the amusement park, or eating a KFC family bucket.

Ating didn't have this experience, and she had never asked elders for anything.

She wasn't quite sure if her request was too much, so she lifted her eyelids and quietly observed her dad's expression.

“We'll talk about it tomorrow.”

Song Yuqiu put away his bowl and chopsticks and went to take a bath.

Tomorrow was the day the middle school entrance exam results were announced.

Ating couldn't tell if this was a promise or not, but she thought, Lu Xun would be okay.

The abused child did nothing wrong and shouldn't have to suffer.

There will always be someone who wants him in this world.

Because he has such beautiful eyes and a strong character.

At least she really likes him.