Chapter 23

Chapter 23

It was late at night and everything was quiet.

The weak candlelight flickered.

Qin Luoxia brought over a wooden basin of water and wiped her son's body over and over again - his arms, face, hands.

Jiang Changtian removed the cloth from his son's forehead and discovered that the wound there seemed to have rotted, and was actually giving off a faint stench.

A normal wound would not be like this.

Even if it was caused by a dirty, blunt object, it would not rot so quickly.

When Jiang Changtian saw this wound, his mind rapidly thought of various medicinal herbs.

Yet now, he was completely unable to recall what herb could treat this.

Qin Luoxia also did not wail, but wiped her son's head, neck and body with a cloth over and over again - the hot areas.

"Luoxia, I will go find medicine. Don't panic, he will be alright," Jiang Changtian instructed.

Yet his gaze did not dare linger on his son.

He was worried that if he looked a moment longer, he would not be able to endure it.

He could only look at the candlelight in the room, its light was weak, swaying unsteadily.

Swaying in a way that made one's eyes hurt.

Jiang Yu had already carried her little sister on her back. At this time, she also did not dare make a sound, helping her mother wring out cloths and change the water.

Tears streamed down her face continuously.

Her usually lively and jumping around older brother now seemed as if dead. She was afraid.

Jiang Mianmian was also scared.

Nothing will happen, she had dripped spiritual spring water into the medicine, it would definitely be effective.

Jiang Mianmian tried to psych herself up, but was also uncertain, it felt unreal.

She only knew that getting a fever here could kill someone.

From next door came the "bang" sound of something falling over.UppTodated from nô/v/e/lb(i)n.c(o)/m

Qin Luoxia was a little worried and told her eldest daughter to change the water and wipe him down while she went to take a look.

When Qin Luoxia arrived at the next room, she saw her husband had actually pushed over the cabinet and crawled inside, looking very disheveled.

In all the years she had married him, she had never seen him look so disheveled.

Jiang Changtian groped around for a long time before finally taking something out.

This was his first child.

He himself was originally just like a child.

It was only after having Feng'er that he slowly became more responsible, and stopped being so reckless.

His former self had been like a trapped beast, disgruntled with the world and resentful of everything.

Watching his wife forcefully pry open their son's jaw to open his mouth,

Jiang Changtian said with shaking hands, "It's no use like this. His throat is closed up and he can't swallow it down. I'll press on the acupoint under his chin, Yu'er you feed him."

Jiang Yu took over the bowl of medicine, nervously stirring the medicine repeatedly.

Jiang Mianmian watched this scene and was also very afraid. She had not expected her easygoing, giggling brother who carried her and played with her to actually have so many injuries big and small on his body.

All she could do was, while her sister took over stirring the medicine bowl, quickly lean over the rim while no one was looking, and with great effort, drip all her remaining spiritual spring water into it until it was depleted - likely just a thin layer covering the bottom of the bowl, maybe just one spoonful.

After she finished dripping it in, she slumped over exhaustedly, softly lying against her sister's back.

She did not care that her urine-soaked diaper was still on. She felt that if she soaked any longer, her urine would evaporate.

Jiang Yu fed her elder brother mouthful by mouthful like feeding gruel to a baby. Spit up medicine was scraped up with the spoon and fed back to him.

Jiang Changtian supported his son with one hand, and firmly pressed the acupoint on the right side of his son's neck to get the medicine down.

They did not know if it would work.

At least the medicine had all gone in.

Red marks also appeared on Jiang Feng's jaw and neck.

Jiang Changtian continued to wipe down his son's arms and body.

The family members took turns. The medicine was fed, all they could do was bring down his temperature. Everything else was left up to fate.

Jiang Changtian's eyes were red, his long hair draped over his thin shoulders. For some reason, seeing her father like this made Jiang Mianmian feel he looked so pitiful.

Their whole family's personalities seemed quite lively, except for father.

Father walked lightly, spoke lightly, even laughed lightly. Father also held her very lightly, carefully.

He seldom showed emotion. Except for that night he had collapsed into mother's arms crying.

Although he was father, he did not seem mature, nor brave.

Outside, the insects' chirping grew lower and lower.

Inside, the candlelight dimmed little by little.

Nearly burned out.