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Chapter 395 Children's Abstract Painting: No Pain or Taste

But what surprised the two even more was that the child's reaction to those words was unusually calm.

It's as if I already knew I had been sentenced by fate.

"You, you know?"

The child nodded, and even gave a slight smile to the two people standing by the bed, as if to say that it was no big deal.

But how could this be unrelated!
"What have you revealed? Last night..."

Speaking of last night, Que Lu's face showed a hint of regret. "Multiple organs are rapidly failing, and the child's vitality is continuously declining. The situation last night was clearly not nearly this serious. Judging from the current pulse, this child wouldn't have survived until now."

After saying that, she couldn't help but scratch her hair in exasperation, making her already messy hair even messier. "I'm not talking to you anymore. I have to try to prescribe some medicine for him first, at least to slow down the rate of deterioration before finding the cause. Otherwise, he'll be gone before we even find the cause."

"Then go quickly."

Que Lu walked to the table, picked up a pen, and began racking his brains to think of a prescription.

As for going back to bed to catch up on sleep, what's the point of catching up on sleep at this point? He'd probably start thinking about his pulse, prescriptions, and how to treat him as soon as he closed his eyes.

Unable to help him with medical skills, Li Chengxiao dragged over a chair and sat down in front of the bed. After thinking for a moment, he took out his phone and made a call.

I only realized the time after dialing, and was about to hang up and call again when it got light when the call connected.

"elder brother."

"Hmm, Shu Heng, what happened? Why are you calling me at this hour?"

"Yes, something's wrong. Last night, no, the night before last, I picked up a child, and he has some serious problems."

The sound of someone getting out of bed and lifting the covers came from the receiver, and the voice that came back was noticeably more awake: "Go on, I'm listening."

"When Que Lu took his pulse a day ago, the problem wasn't too serious, but the pulse diagnosis just now showed rapid multiple organ failure and a sharp decline in his life force. He's busy prescribing medicine right now. I just wanted to ask if you've ever seen anything like this before?"

"With organ failure and rapid decline in vitality within a day, even a time accelerator wouldn't work that fast, unless his body was already on the verge of collapse."

Li Chengxiao immediately recalled the child's calm demeanor when he learned he was going to die, "Then why before..."

"I suspect it's been temporarily suppressed by some substance, but that substance has a limited lifespan, just like how people with diabetes need to inject insulin from time to time to maintain their condition. It's no longer effective. However, I'll need to see it in person to confirm the specifics. Are you with Que Lu now?"

"Yes, his residence here in Queshan."

"I'll check the flights now and try to get to your place before dawn. I'll send you a message before boarding."

Li Chengxiao didn't say there was no need to rush, but simply said, "Okay, I'll wait for you."

After hanging up the phone, I saw the child lying on his side, quietly looking over, and my heart softened.

He reached out and touched the child's soft hair, gently comforting him, "It's okay, it will be alright."

People always need to have confidence!
As I withdrew my hand, a small hand gently tickled my palm.

Li Chengxiao was taken aback, and tentatively asked, "Is there something you want to tell me?"

The child nodded eagerly.

"Can you write? I'll get you paper and pen so you can write it down."

The child shook his head again.

Just then, Que Lu came to get the medicine, having written and revised it repeatedly. As the two passed by, he saw them and interjected, "If you can't write, you can at least draw, right?"

The child's eyes lit up, and he nodded to indicate that he knew how to do it.

Li Chengxiao took Que Lu's paper and pen and handed them to him. He watched Que Lu sit cross-legged on the bed, wrapped in a blanket, and draw for a while before turning to Que Lu, who had just finished preparing the medicine. "I just called my brother. He said he'll be here at dawn." Que Lu was taken aback, then nodded. "That's good. We're researching in completely different directions, so this is a good opportunity to discuss the child's problem properly. Here, go to the kitchen to brew the medicine. Boil three bowls of water down to one bowl. I don't need to teach you, right?"

Li Chengxiao resigned himself to his fate, took the wrapped medicine, and went to the kitchen.

While they were frying, Que Lu came in with a piece of paper. "I didn't expect that kid to be into abstract art. Come and take a look. I can't figure out what this is supposed to be no matter how I look at it."

Li Chengxiao accepted the painting.

He gave the child a pencil, and at that moment the paper showed only three colors: black, white, and gray.

The blurry outlines and messy lines do indeed look quite abstract.

He simply walked over to the stove where the medicine was being decocted, sat down, and carefully examined it.

Que Lu didn't have that kind of patience. He glanced at the medicine that was still decocting, then turned around and left.

After boiling three bowls of water down to one bowl, Li Chengxiao filtered the medicinal liquid and poured it into the bowl. Holding the bowl in one hand and the painting in the other, he walked back to the clinic.

When I went outside, I noticed that the sky above had already broken through with a sliver of light.

After arriving at the clinic and putting down the medicine bowl, I took out my phone and saw a message I'd received fifteen minutes earlier: "Preparing to board, landing in two hours."

The medicine was still a bit hot and couldn't be drunk yet, so Li Chengxiao took out the painting first. "What you've painted, is that a sun in the middle? And above that... clouds? And what's all that below, grass? You want to sit on the grass and watch the sunrise?"

He stared at the painting for a long time before he could barely recognize it and figure out what the child was trying to express.

The child listened intently, then gently shook his head.

Li Chengxiao: "..."

It feels like spending ages working on a problem only to be told it's all wrong!
Hearing Que Lu's laughter from the side, she asked, "Have you checked his voice? Can it be cured?"

"Cough," Que Lu immediately regained his seriousness, "I've seen it. His throat must have been burned by something he shouldn't have eaten. I'm confident I can heal it, but it will take time. He'll have to maintain his voice for a while longer. Actually, his throat must be hurting every minute right now. Even swallowing hurts. This kid either doesn't feel pain or he's incredibly resilient."

Li Chengxiao looked at the medicine bowl placed to the side.

Que Lu looked over and shrugged, "There's nothing we can do, this medicine can only be taken orally."

As soon as he finished speaking, the child nodded, indicating that he could drink it.

Li Chengxiao checked the temperature of the medicine bowl and picked it up. Before he could feed the child, the child took it himself, lowered his head, and drank a sip without hesitation, without even wrinkling his face.

Que Lu, watching from the side, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

He prescribed the medicine himself, and he knew very well how bitter it was.

Could it be that this child not only lacks the sense of pain, but also the sense of taste?

What did she go through before she was so young?

"By the way, I took a picture of this painting and sent it to Xiaoyunduo to see if she can figure out what's in it. But I'll probably have to wait until noon, that girl can sleep even longer than me."

Li Chengxiao was watching the child taking small sips of medicine when he heard Que Lu say this, so he simply took out his phone, took a picture of the painting on the table, and then sent it to Jiang Hanying's phone.

Que Lu: "..."

He thought it was meant to be sent to Jingmo.

"By the way, what exactly is your relationship with Jiang Hanying?"

The person who comes to mind right away, wow!

It's not simple, it's definitely not simple!