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Chapter 397 The Child and the Painting, Spitting Blood
It took more than ten seconds for the child's eyes to refocus.

Li Chengxiao removed his hand from his shoulder and touched his thin, chicken-claw-like hand, which was icy cold to the touch.

Silent fear is even more heart-wrenching.

"Not afraid!"

The phone camera could only capture half of the two people's faces at this moment, but Jiang Hanying also noticed that something was wrong with the child, so she silently stopped asking any further questions.

Just then, Pei Yuan knocked on the door. Li Chengxiao heard the knocking on the video and said, "You're busy, I'll hang up now."

He was a little afraid that if Jiang Hanying said another few words, the child might not live to see his brother and Que Lu return.

eye.

What kind of eye could make a child so terrified just by being asked about it, yet still force him to endure the fear and draw it so he could see it?
What do the vortex black hole and those hands in the painting represent?

"Oh, then I'll come over to your place after I finish work tonight?"

"……it is good."

With his brother and Que Lu protecting him, he shouldn't have to be afraid of Jiang Hanying's outspoken and unrestrained mouth.

"Sister," Pei Yuan said as she opened the door and looked at Jiang Hanying, who had already finished washing up, "you're up so early again?"

“Hmm,” Jiang Hanying said calmly, “I went to bed early last night, so of course I got up early today.”

Even though the monkey that had been kicked under the sofa to catch its nap was still asleep, it couldn't help but scratch its mouth when it heard Jiang Hanying's words.

This person is lying through their teeth without even realizing it!

"Oh, right," Jiang Hanying suddenly said halfway through breakfast, "I have to go out after I finish work this afternoon, so you'll have to eat dinner by yourself."

Pei Yuan's forehead antennae immediately stood up. "Excuse me, where are we going this time?"

"Go find the instructor."

Pei Yuan let out a long "Oh," and then asked, "Will you be back tonight?"

"Of course I'll go back. If I didn't, I'd have to get up early the next morning and rush here."

"Okay, then I'm relieved." Pei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, then thought for a moment and added, "But if you two are having dinner alone outside, you must be careful that no one is taking pictures of you..."

"Stop, stop, stop," Jiang Hanying quickly interrupted, "I went to see him because I had other things to do, and eating was just a side thing."

Pei Yuan nodded meaningfully, indicating, "I understand, I understand."

Jiang Hanying: "..."

The assistant is a bit strange!
She was genuinely just curious about why the child had drawn that picture!

She hadn't initially thought the child was anything special, and the painting didn't seem particularly remarkable. But now, combining the two, things started to look interesting.

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After some effort, Li Chengxiao finally found the best way to soothe the child: watch cartoons!

It's the kind of show that even two- or three-year-olds can understand seven or eight parts of, it's lighthearted and funny, and you don't have to use your brain at all.

The child, wrapped in a small blanket, lay in the rocking chair, clutching Que Lu's tablet, watching with rapt attention.

It seems the attention shift was quite successful.

As for that pencil drawing, let the adults discuss it privately, away from the children.

Li Chengxiao looked away and texted his brother: [Where are you guys?]

Li Jingmo replied with a voice message: "I stopped to buy breakfast halfway, we'll be there soon."

After listening to the voice message and putting his phone away, he glanced at the child again and saw the child grinning silently at the tablet, probably having seen something interesting.

But as he laughed, a bright red streak of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Before Li Chengxiao could even manage a smile, he abruptly stood up.

The child was completely unaware of what was happening, but was startled by the older boy's sudden movement of getting up and looked away from the tablet.

It wasn't until blood dripped from his chin onto his clothes that he belatedly lowered his head, and upon seeing the blood on his clothes, his first reaction was regret.

He got his newly changed clothes dirty!
Li Chengxiao was so shocked by this turn of events that his mind went blank for a moment. He instinctively reached forward to cover the child's mouth, while his other hand reached for his phone, which he had just put back in his pocket. Without even sending a message, he made a call. When the call connected, he cried out, "Come back quickly, the child is vomiting blood!"

The person who answered the phone was Li Jingmo, who was sitting in the passenger seat. Que Lu was driving, but he also heard the words. The two of them immediately changed their expressions. Que Lu stepped on the gas, and the car sped off.

Just as Li Chengxiao hung up the phone, he felt the child squeeze his hand. His gaze swept over the large patch of glaring red and moved upwards. "Does it hurt?"

As soon as he finished asking the question, the child gently shook his head at him.

Thinking about how the child was slow to realize it, it's possible that he really didn't feel any pain, or it's possible that, as Que Lu said before, he couldn't feel any pain at all.

But no matter which one it is, it's not something to be happy about.

Not being able to feel pain is not a good thing!

"Hold on a little longer."

Que Lu almost floored the accelerator.

He kept muttering "impossible" as he drove.

He has always been confident in his medical skills. The medicine he prescribed for the child before, although it could only temporarily stop the body's decline, was made with high-quality medicinal herbs grown deep in Que Mountain, which were far more effective than those available on the market.

He expected that this dose of medicine would last for three to five days, giving him more time to research a complete cure.

But how long has it been?
Forget two days, was there even two hours?
The child who drank his medicine vomited blood!
He was starting to doubt himself!

They rushed as fast as they could, and as soon as the car came to a stop at the gate, the two of them pushed open the car doors on either side and jumped out, then ran into the gate and into the yard one after the other.

As for the still-hot breakfast left in the back seat, who cares about eating it now!
In fact, only less than five minutes had passed, since the place where we bought breakfast was not far from the alley entrance.

But in those few minutes, simply covering the mouth was not enough to stop the bleeding.

Even if it's just a little bit leaking out, in just a short while, the child's clothes were covered in red stains.

His face turned deathly pale from blood loss.

Que Lu ran up to him, grabbed one of his wrists, and began to take his pulse.

Seeing this, Li Jingmo grabbed the other wrist as well.

Although he majored in pharmacy and pathology, he also studied traditional Chinese medicine and could still diagnose simple pulse conditions.

He couldn't help but hiss softly, "So messy."

Honestly, it's a miracle that anyone is still alive in this mess.

Que Lu looked at Li Chengxiao, whose hands were covered in blood and who didn't even bother to wipe them, with a dark expression. "Didn't he have any warning signs before he vomited blood?"

Li Chengxiao shook his head, "I found him some cartoons, and while he was watching them, he suddenly vomited blood."

What type of animated film?

"A lighthearted and humorous film, also good for children's early education."

“There were no signs at all…” Que Lu frowned and shook his head, then looked at Li Jingmo, “Never mind, I’ll try to stop the bleeding with acupuncture.”

Li Jingmo nodded and added, "I still need a blood transfusion. Do you have a blood typing kit? I'll get the blood pack ready."

"Yes, I'll get it right away."

Li Chengxiao silently stepped aside and watched the two busy around the child until he felt a burning sensation in his palm.

Looking down, I saw that my blood-stained palm had only one spot that was clean.

It was the mark that Jiang Hanying had left on his palm before.

It was as if the blood chose to detour when it reached this place, or as if it was directly absorbed by that mark.

As he was deep in thought, the phone that he had casually tossed on the table earlier vibrated twice.

"You killed someone?"

Where did all this blood come from?