Chapter 92 Picked up the child
The moment he touched her body, Zhao Yuanxi was shocked by how thin she was.
Although it was already winter, she was only wearing a thin layer of clothing, with her collarbone almost protruding from below the collar. She had no shoes on her feet, and her feet, which had little flesh, were covered with frostbite, and her toes were purple and swollen.
Her breath was extremely weak, her hair was covered with frost and snow, and her body was so terribly cold that Zhao Yuanxi even doubted whether the person he was holding was still alive.
She quickly took off her coat and wrapped herself up tightly.
Fortunately, Zhao Yuanxi often wandered around here these days and remembered that there was a clinic nearby, so he immediately sent the person there.
The doctor was probably used to this kind of scene. After taking her pulse, he withdrew his hand and said calmly, "She won't survive. Please find a place to bury her!"
Zhao Yuanxi frowned, "She's still breathing."
The doctor then looked at the person standing in front of him and said, "Do you really want to save her? It will cost a lot of money. Even if you save her, it will be useless. Her body is already frozen. If she is not properly cared for, she will die."
You can save someone temporarily, but you can’t save them forever.
This child is quite lucky. In the end, there are still people willing to save her. He doesn't know how many people like this his clinic saves every winter.
But even if they were saved, what would it matter? They would still die in a few days.
They may have starved to death, frozen to death, or died of a cold. No one can save them.
Zhao Yuanxi's face was heavy. "Just save her. You don't need to worry about anything else."
The doctor was not surprised. There are many miserable people in this world, but there are always some kind-hearted people. It is good to be able to help a little.
He gave the child a bowl of medicine and applied ointment to her wound.
After drinking a bowl of hot medicine, the child's pale face regained some color. Her eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes. She huddled up in fear. Seeing the doctor here, tears fell silently. She knelt on the ground, her thin arms tightly grasping the doctor's hand, "Doctor, doctor! Please save my mother!"
Her voice was not much louder than the kitten's, but her eyes were still bright and full of vitality.
"What happened to your mother?"
The child burst into tears, "She has been sleeping all the time. No matter how I call her, she won't wake up. I had no choice but to run out and ask you to save her!"
Everyone could sense that something was wrong.
The doctor looked embarrassed. If he had to provide free treatment to everyone who came to him for help, he would then be the one kneeling on the ground begging others to save him.
"Where is your home?" Zhao Yuanxi suddenly asked.
The child then noticed the person next to her. She looked down at her clothes and felt that they were familiar. Then she remembered that she seemed to have bumped into someone just now.
But she had no time to be afraid. She grasped the last hope and kowtowed to Zhao Yuanxi repeatedly, "My home is in Tongmu Lane in the west of the city. Please save her."
Zhao Yuanxi asked her to lead the way.
She burst into tears with excitement and was about to go out immediately, but was pulled back by Zhao Yuanxi.
The child thought she wanted his clothes, so he quickly took them off. Seeing that his clothes were soiled, he trembled with fear and said, "I, I can wash them for you."
"It's okay, you put it on first." Zhao Yuanxi is afraid of cold, so he wears very thick clothes when going out. In fact, it is not a big problem to take off one or two pieces.
Zhao Yuanxi turned around and asked the staff at the clinic to buy her a pair of shoes. The shoes were made of hemp rope and straw. They were not very warm, but at least they allowed her to avoid walking barefoot on the ground.
The child's eyes turned red again and he couldn't help wiping away his tears.
The people living in Tongmu Lane are all poor. On weekdays, they work for rich families. The men do all kinds of hard labor, while the women do the work of washing clothes and pounding rice, just to get a full meal.
The heavy snow these days has obviously cut off the livelihoods of many people.
They had no work to do, and if they didn't have any extra food at home, they obviously wouldn't be able to survive this cold winter.
Along the way, Zhao Yuanxi felt like his ears and eyes were almost frozen.
On the roadside, ragged people were hiding in dilapidated houses, shivering, staring outside. Only when they saw someone coming did their eyes move, and when the person left, they returned to their previous numbness.
Zhao Yuanxi even saw that some people's bodies had become stiff, with the snow covering most of their bodies, but people on the road were coming and going in a hurry, as if they had already gotten used to it.
"They--" Zhao Yuanxi opened his mouth, but was speechless.
Jang Geum took two steps forward, blocking Zhao Yuanxi's sight, and held her hand. "Madam, these officials will come and take care of it."
Many people freeze to death every winter. This year's winter came especially early, so more people will probably die.
Jang Geum also struggled out of such a place, and she had seen too many such scenes.
If someone in a family froze to death and no one came to collect the body, officials would come to the house and bury them.
The cruelty of reality made Zhao Yuanxi feel suffocated. She lowered her eyes, feeling very annoyed.
Too slow! Still too slow!
Now she can't even help the people in the small city of Yong survive the winter, let alone make sure everyone in the world has enough food and clothing.
Zhao Yuanxi clenched his fists, and flames seemed to be burning in his eyes.
The child's home only occupied a small house in the yard. Other people lived in the neighboring houses. When they saw someone approaching, they were scared and hid back inside.
They lay by the window, secretly looking at Zhao Yuanxi and the others.
The child pushed the door open impatiently and said, "Mom! Mom! I've called a doctor to save you!"
There was complete silence all around, and the room was as cold as an ice cellar.
Zhao Yuanxi's eyes fell on the woman lying in the haystack. Her clothes were very tattered, her arms and calves were exposed, her body was red, swollen and black, her fingers were cracked, and there were bloodstains all over the ground where she had scratched.
She is dead.
No one knew whether she died of freezing or starvation, or perhaps both, but the person was already dead, and the cause seemed unimportant.
The doctor came forward to check and shook his head at Zhao Yuanxi.
The child stared blankly at the woman lying on the ground, hugged her arms, and sobbed softly, "Mom, wake up! I found a doctor to save you!"
The woman's body was already stiff, and even if the child cried again, she would not wake up again.
The child's voice started out as sobs, and then became louder and louder until she finally ran out of strength and fell into the haystack. Her eyes were still filled with tears, but she could no longer make any sound.
Zhao Yuanxi squatted down, stretched out his hand to her and said, "Come with me!"
Since they have met, it is fate between them. Zhao Yuanxi cannot bear to see this child staying here alone, waiting for the impending death.
She couldn't save everyone, but at least she could save this one now.
The child's eyes moved, and his skinny hands rested on Zhao Yuanxi's hands. One was white, one was black, one was big, one was small. The contrast was particularly obvious, until the big hand closed and grabbed the small hand.
The fate of this child is about to be rewritten.
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