Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

Old Liu opened the first-aid kit, his movements somewhat hurried.

It wasn't because of the cold.

He was shocked by the horrific state of the wound.

The flesh on Jiang Yue's thigh was so rotten that it was unsightly.

The yellowish-green pus mixed with blackish blood, emitting a nauseating stench.

"These little brats, it's one thing to be wild all the time, but they don't even make a sound when a dog bites them!"

Old Liu cursed as he took out iodine from the first-aid kit.

He unscrewed the cap and poured half a bottle of iodine directly onto the festering wound.

A sharp pain struck.

Jiang Yue, who was unconscious, was convulsing in pain.

Xu Qing rushed over and used her frail body to press down hard on Jiang Yue's shoulders.

Old Liu roughly wrapped the gauze around twice.

"No, this lousy medicine won't suppress the fire."

"This girl is delirious with fever."

"If we don't go to the hospital soon, we'll have to take her to the crematorium to queue up for a number tomorrow morning."

Old Liu stood up and pulled a worn-out old-fashioned mobile phone from his cigarette-smelling pocket.

He immediately dialed Lao Zhang's number.

"Stop shuffling the cards!"

"Hurry up and bring your beat-up bread truck over here!"

"Someone has died!"

"Go to the communal sleeping area and call Li Mazi over there too, let him come and carry people!"

Old Zhang on the other end of the phone was clearly still drunk, his words were still slurred.

"What's wrong with you in the middle of the night?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"Jiang Yue is dying!"

After yelling, Lao Liu hung up the phone immediately.

He turned to look at Xu Qing beside him.

Xu Qing's face was covered in mud and water.

This kid just threatened him by holding an old chopstick to his femoral artery.

Now he's obediently kneeling by the bed, pressing down on Jiang Yue.

Old Liu snorted coldly.

"You little mute, you never utter a sound, but deep down you're a real bandit."

"If it weren't for me today, she would be dead."

Less than ten minutes later, the roar of an engine could be heard outside.

Old Zhang's dilapidated bread cart was parked in the courtyard of the welfare home.

Li Mazi yawned and pushed open the door to the dormitory, his face full of morning grumpiness.

Where are they?

"They can't even let me have a moment's peace in the middle of the night!"

"Come over here and lend a hand!" Old Liu directed.

Li Mazi walked to the bedside, saw Jiang Yue on the bed, and was so frightened that he took two steps back.

The three of them hurriedly carried Jiang Yue out.

Xu Qing followed closely behind, not wanting to fall behind even for a moment.

Li Mazi turned around and glared at him irritably.

"Why are you causing trouble?"

"Go back to sleep!"

Xu Qing completely ignored Li Mazi's warning.

He climbed straight into the back seat of the van.

Old Liu, afraid of wasting time, waved his hand impatiently.

"Let him come along, this kid is really weird."

Xu Qing sat on the cold car seat.

He carefully placed Jiang Yue's head on his thin legs.

Old Zhang stepped on the gas.

The wrecked bread truck sped through the snow, its wheels constantly slipping.

The town's health center was deserted in the early hours of the morning; there wasn't a soul in sight.

The doctor on duty was awakened by the urgent banging on the door.

Upon seeing the injury on Jiang Yue's leg, the doctor on duty immediately started cursing.

"How do you care for the children at your orphanage?"

"They were only brought in when they were already showing signs of pre-septicemia!"

"Get him to the emergency room immediately!"

Xu Qing was ruthlessly blocked outside the iron door of the emergency room.

He slid down to the floor, leaning against the cold wall.

This seven-year-old body is already severely overworked.

But he dared not close his eyes.

He had to stay and watch over the person inside.

The tomboy in it who would risk his life for half a steamed bun.

The emergency room lights stayed on for a full three hours.

The nurse ran out in a cold sweat several times to get the medicine.

The doctor didn't emerge until dawn, looking exhausted.

"The fever has subsided."

"I also got a tetanus shot."

"A large chunk of inflamed, necrotic flesh was removed."

"My life is temporarily saved."

Old Liu and Old Zhang both breathed a sigh of relief.

Xu Qing's taut nerves finally snapped.

He slumped onto the bench and fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up again, it was already noon the next day.

Xu Qing opened her eyes.

I found myself covered with an old adult coat.

A heated argument broke out in the ward.

It was the voice of the hospital director.

"Doctor, our orphanage simply cannot afford to pay for the hospitalization."

"Last month's relief payments haven't been issued yet."

"The cost of these few days of emergency treatment has already covered the hospital's food expenses."

The dean's mother looked worried.

She was clutching a payment reminder slip tightly in her hand.

The doctor sighed helplessly.

"Her condition is very unstable right now."

"Although the fever has subsided, the wound is healing very poorly."

"If we take it back and it gets infected again, even Hua Tuo couldn't save it."

The dean's eyes reddened, and her voice was full of sorrow.

"I also want her to receive treatment here."

"But there are still dozens of mouths to feed in the hospital."

"We'll take it back and apply the medicine ourselves."

"I promise to personally disinfect her every day."

At 3 p.m., Jiang Yue was taken back to the welfare home by Lao Zhang's van.

She wasn't fully awake yet.

She was so weak that she didn't even have the strength to open her eyes.

The air in the welfare home was cold and harsh, mixed with the smell of coal smoke.

Li Mazi stopped the dean who was about to carry Jiang Yue back to the dormitory.

"Dean, we can't put it in this room."

"Look at her wound, it's oozing yellow fluid and smells terrible."

"What if it's rabies or some other serious infectious disease?"

"All these dozens of children in the dormitory will suffer."

Li Mazi laid things out on the table.

The children watching the commotion all kept their distance.

Erlei covered his nose and peered out from behind the door.

The dean looked troubled.

"Where should we put it?"

"We can't just leave her out in the snow."

Li Mazi pointed towards the backyard.

"The small storage room in the backyard has always been empty."

"Clean out the broken brooms inside and make a bed."

"Isolating her alone is the safest option."

The headmistress hesitated for a long time.

She looked at the terrified children and could only nod helplessly.

Jiang Yue was carried into the storage room in the backyard.

There is no heating equipment here.

There wasn't even a proper window.

The cold wind poured into the room without any obstruction.

Old Zhang found some broken wooden planks and nailed the window shut.

He then carried a pile of rotten cotton and spread it on the damp ground.

This is Jiang Yue's private isolation ward.

It was late at night.

Xu Qing skillfully slipped out of the dormitory.

He was holding a broken enamel mug in his hand.

Inside was half a bowl of rice porridge that he had secretly saved from lunch.

He jogged all the way to the door of the storage room.

The door was secured with a rusty iron lock.

This is completely ineffective against Xu Qing.

He picked up a sharp-edged stone from the ground and smashed it against the lock.

They smashed the lock in just a few moments.

Xu Qing pushed open the door and went in.

A strong smell of mold and medicine wafted over.

Jiang Yue lay in a pile of rotten cotton.

By the light of the moonlight filtering in, Xu Qing saw that she had opened her eyes.

"wood."

Jiang Yue's voice was very soft; it was almost inaudible unless you listened carefully.

Xu Qing quickly ran over and squatted down.

He held the enamel mug to Jiang Yue's chapped lips.

Jiang Yue managed to swallow two mouthfuls.

"Ugh, this tastes awful."

"Did that fat old woman, Wang Po, add water to it again?"

Even in this miserable state, this girl still couldn't resist complaining about the cafeteria food.

Xu Qing ignored her stubbornness.

He pulled the tattered cotton-padded coat over Jiang Yue and covered her up completely.

"Alright, stop wasting your time."

"I'm not dead yet."

Jiang Yue tried to turn over.

The movement aggravated the wound on her leg, causing her to gasp in pain.

"That damned black dog."

"Once my leg heals, I'm going to skin it and stew it."

Xu Qing watched her quietly from the side.

He raised his hands and forcefully made a smashing gesture.

He meant, "I'll help you fight it."

Jiang Yue smiled when she saw his serious expression.

"Just two ounces of meat like you?"

"You can't even twist that dog's hind leg."

"You'd better save your energy for me to steal a couple of meat buns from the kitchen tomorrow."

Xu Qing nodded solemnly.

The next four days.

Jiang Yue was kept locked in a cramped storage room.

Her high fever kept recurring and never completely subsided.

The hospital director comes to change her dressing every day on time.

They used the cheapest gentian violet and anti-inflammatory powder available in town.

Xu Qing took on the entire task of smuggling her three meals a day.

He stuffed all the food he could get his hands on into Jiang Yue's mouth.

The afternoon of the fourth day.

The doctor from the town's health center arrived riding his old, worn-out bicycle.

He was dragged here for a follow-up appointment by the hospital director.

Because Jiang Yue's wound started to smell strange.

That wasn't just the smell of decaying flesh.

Instead, it had a strange smell with a pungent, fishy odor.

The doctor carried his medical kit into the storage room.

Xu Qing hid outside the half-open door and secretly observed.

The doctor put on a white mask, his brows furrowed tightly.

He carefully cut open the yellowed gauze on Jiang Yue's leg.

The gauze was just removed.

The doctor's hand froze in mid-air.

Gentian violet did not have any bactericidal effect at all.

The bite wound was originally only the size of a fist.

It has now spread completely to the entire thigh.

A strange white membrane grew from the edges where the rotten flesh had been removed.

Black blood vessels were constantly moving beneath the white membrane.

This could not possibly be a simple dog bite infection.

The doctor took out a long cotton swab and scraped it on the wound.

It brought out several strands of extremely viscous, unidentified liquid.

The doctor's face turned deathly pale instantly.

"This is definitely not right."

"This is not a normal wound infection and suppuration."

The dean's mother was so anxious that she kept rubbing her hands, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Doctor, what kind of strange illness is this?"

"I've noticed she's been talking nonsense late at night for the past few days, and she can't even recognize people anymore."