The sickly little one was adopted by a wealthy foreigner and became a favorite.

Just like when she was a child, Wu Tu nestled in her blankets, crying out her tears and pain.

It was as if the blanket had absorbed his tears, making everything feel incredibly heavy.

The private doctor that Dad called came to the house and skillfully gave him an injection and an IV drip.

The little guy just looked on with red eyes. Even when faced with a very thick needle, even though he was scared, he just turned his head away and wouldn't look.

Having practiced medicine for so many years, every time he treats Wutu, he marvels at how well he has ever seen a child who can endure discomfort and force himself to overcome fear.

Whether it was overcoming his instinct to fear sharp objects or his fearless attitude on the ice, he felt that this child was different from ordinary people.

At first, he thought that Wu Tu had inherited the Winston family's madness gene and was emotionally detached.

However, after spending a long time together, the doctor realized that the black rabbit's emotional needs were even higher than those of ordinary children.

The little guy is just used to paying the price with his own body.

His self-destructive instincts will not change even if he is psychologically healed.

Only pain can make him feel at ease reaping these benefits.

Even adults wouldn't suppress themselves like that.

Although they are not naturally similar, the obsession of the Black Tortoise and the other members of the Winston family complement each other in a way.

The Winston family needs unwavering dedication.

And the little guy needs his love and care all by himself.

Perhaps it is when they fit together that the soul feels complete.

However, from a doctor's perspective, this pathological condition also needs to be corrected.

Looking at the black rabbit in front of him, he felt that this child's problems were bigger than those of the rest of the Winston family.

Winston couldn't possibly have been unaware, but aside from the little guy directly harming himself, Winston mostly indulged him.

The doctor tried talking to the little guy, but he always avoided those topics.

"Okay," the doctor said, pressing the cotton ball onto the little guy's arm and asking him casually, "Is that all?"

"Why do you have a fever?"

The black crow said, "The wind blew during the day yesterday..."

However, the doctor had already realized that there were more reasons than those.

He asked the little guy:

"Did you overtrain before the competition? Fatigue caused your body to develop a low-grade fever, which already put your body in a weakened immune state. Combined with catching a cold yesterday, that's why you developed a fever."

The doctor and the black rabbit looked at each other, and after a while, the black rabbit lowered its head:

"Since you already know, why are you asking me?"

The doctor said, "I'm just checking."

"You must really want to win, right? Yu Jue said he's never worried about you slacking off, he's only worried about you overdoing it."

"Actually, you and Winston are very similar, equally obsessive, and willing to pay any price to accomplish what must be done."

In fact, this kind of person is the most suitable to become a champion.

Those who can stand in that position need not only talent, but also an almost obsessive kind of fanaticism.

The soft and tender black tuna is completely different on ice.

That complete control over his own destiny and the manipulation of the audience's vision were gradually feeding his ambition.

That's why it's slowly revealing itself now, at this moment.

However, this trait of the little guy is not usually visible. His family spoils him, so he doesn't need to reveal his obsessive side.

However, if no one had saved him, perhaps Wu Tu's personality would have been very different from what it is now.

Wu Tu had had similar dreams before.

He dreamt that everything he encountered was fake, actually just his delusions before he died.

Moreover, it happened more than once.

Wu Tu still remembers those scenes.

He wasn't scared.

But... I can't bear living without my father.

Perhaps to confirm the doctor's idea, the little guy told the doctor about the dream.

……

In that dream, when Wu Tu embarked on his journey abroad for medical treatment, he did not encounter his father at the hospital.

Nobody cared about him, nobody paid attention to him.

Wu Tu endured the pain of daily drug trials and the side effects of chemotherapy, suffering from pain that kept her awake all night.

He didn't have much money or the energy to work, so he spent every day trying to find ways to fill his stomach.

Fortunately, the little guy had a phone that was practically stuck, and he managed to find out online that he could rummage through the garbage dumps in restaurant kitchens.

Fortunately... the little guy didn't encounter any bad people here. Even though the kitchen staff found him rummaging through the trash, they turned a blind eye when they saw the twelve-year-old Wutu, who was thin and struggling on the verge of death.

Cooper, the head of St. Ottoman Hospital, is still in charge of matters related to the black worm.

In fact, all he needed to do was take Wutu to the hospital; the rest was no longer his concern.

But in Cooper's heart, there was always a shadow, a cautious image of a black eagle, that lingered in his mind.

In addition, the doctor who was treating the little guy recently mentioned that he had been rummaging through trash cans to find food to eat...

After thinking about it, he decided to go find Wu Tu.

By this time, the little guy's hair had grown long, but since he couldn't get a haircut, he cut it off himself, leaving it sticking out in a messy, sticky mess.

His clothes were still those thin and worn-out garments, wrapped up layer by layer like a rice dumpling.

He sat alone on the hospital bed, swallowing a discarded, expired pizza from a bakery with just water.

Regardless, at this point, Wutu still thought the pizza was quite delicious.

Although his stomach stung after eating, the little guy learned to ignore the pain and mechanically swallowed it bite by bite, maintaining his last instinct.

Cooper's hand gripped the door frame, gradually tightening.

The doctor also said that the little guy rejects other people's kindness. The nurses wanted to donate money to him, but he returned it all.

Perhaps it was despair.

Knowing that their days were numbered and they would never be able to repay the kindness shown to them by strangers, they simply decided to let it go.

Actually, Wutu is already quite satisfied.

At least he slept in a clean hospital room, and the bed was warm.

At least he didn't die without dignity.

At this point, Wu Tu, having lost the person with that specific identity who appeared to save him, was unable to open his heart.

Everyone in the hospital could only silently pray for the little one.

Fortunately, the black worm survived.

The newly developed drug is useful.

But her aunt's phone call did not shatter the black rabbit's spirit of that time.

Because by then he was numb and cold, and had already prepared to die. He was no longer afraid of death. He simply sent a text message to his aunt, saying that he would not cause them any more trouble, and then threw his phone card and luggage into the sea.

Despite his death wish, he was tricked by fate and survived.

But Wu Tu can't live in the hospital forever. After being discharged, how will he survive on the streets of a foreign country?