After feeding the child half a bowl of milk powder, Xiaomi went to the kitchen to boil hot water, preparing to wipe the dirt off the child's body and apply some medicine to the wounds.
But when the clothes were removed, Xiaomi gasped sharply, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Who could be so cruel, to inflict such severe wounds on a child!"
The dirt on the body had obscured it before, but now that the clothes were off, she could see wounds from swords and knives everywhere, mostly on the back, as if it were some kind of cruel game.
The person ran ahead, swords and knives chased from behind.
The shoes were worn through, the feet were bloody, and some wounds had even turned black and begun to fester.
It took Xiaomi a while to calm down, taking a deep breath to regain her composure.
She brought over a box of anti-inflammatory medicine, felt his forehead, and indeed he had a fever, so she added a fever-reducing pill.
