Chapter 97 99 The Stolen Ointment
"Wow" a child's cry came from the camp next door.
"What's wrong, Wenwen, why are you crying?" A slightly sharp voice asked anxiously, it should be the child's mother.
"It's so itchy and painful here...wow," the child said with sobs, and then started crying again.
"Let me take a look. It's okay, Wenwen. It's just a small bump. Don't scratch it. The more you scratch it, the more it itches. It must have been bitten by something." The child's mother comforted him with some concern.
However, it was of no use. The more the mother coaxed the child, the louder the child cried. Some people in the car were preparing to sleep, but they were upset by the child's crying. Some of them cursed and made indirect accusations, while others deliberately tore things, making crackling noises.
"Who has anti-inflammatory and antipruritic ointment? Give it to us!" The child's mother saw that the small bumps on the child's arms turned into big bumps in the blink of an eye, swollen, red and shiny, and hard at the base. She couldn't hold back her anger and shouted to her companions in the car.
There was silence in the carriage.
"Xiaoyuan, don't you have one? I saw you using it just now. Look at how miserable the child is, how come you don't feel sorry for him at all? You are so cruel." The speaker was Bian Cuiping, a neighbor of Wenwen's mother. They had a good relationship before the end of the world. Later, they entered the safe zone together with the army and supported each other all the time. Bian Cuiping's voice was full of sarcasm.
"I'm not the only one with anti-itch ointment. I only have a little bit left, and it's not enough for me. Go ask someone else!" This was the voice of a little girl, very soft, and there was a hint of weakness and timidity in her tone.
"You are an adult already. What's the big deal about being bitten twice? Wenwen is less than seven years old. Children's skin is delicate and she can't bear it. She cries and makes a lot of noise, and no one can rest well. You should give your ointment to Wenwen!" Another person said in a very tough tone of scolding.
"That's right! Take it out quickly!" When Bian Cuiping heard someone's support, she felt like she was injected with chicken blood, and there was excitement in her urging voice.
"You don't want to take it, right?" Seeing the girl's silent resistance without moving a muscle, Bian Cuiping asked viciously.
"What are you doing? Don't look through my bag." This was the frightened and aggrieved voice of the girl named Xiaoyuan.
The backpack fell to the ground. The girl sobbed softly, "Don't fight over it. I'll give it to you."
The backpack fell to the ground, the contents scattered out, and the screen of the small and exquisite pink mobile phone was broken. The girl burst into tears with heartache. She picked up the phone silently, which contained her last thoughts for her relatives.
Although her cell phone is out of power and has no signal now, it contains photos of her, her parents, and her brother, as well as the contact address her brother sent her before the end of the world. When she reaches the safe zone in Beijing in the future, if the power is restored, she can charge the phone and the photos should be able to be restored.
Xiaoyuan put the scattered things into her bag and tried hard to protect her backpack. The backpack was very small and could not hold much. It was just the daily necessities of the little girl. Hearing the girl's compromise, Wenwen's mother and Bian Cuiping, who tried to grab the bag, smiled at each other and snorted with contempt and complacency, "It would have been better if you did this earlier. You didn't listen to my advice. You are selfish and have no love at all."
Everyone else in the carriage was watching silently. Some turned their heads and went to sleep, while others had smiles on their faces. I don’t know whose fun they were watching, but there was the same coldness and indifference in everyone’s eyes.
Xiaoyuan silently took out a small ointment from her bag and held it tightly in her hand. She was very susceptible to mosquitoes, so she carried anti-itching ointment with her every summer. This ointment was not something that could be bought in a pharmacy, but was specially prepared for her by her brother.
It goes without saying that once you lend it out, you won’t be able to get it back.
Xiaoyuan was feeling upset, and Wenwen's mother snatched the ointment away. Her sharp nails left three bloody marks on the back of the girl's hand, which looked cold and hideous against the girl's flawless white skin.
The girl tried hard to hold back the tears that were surging in her eyes.
No one here feels sorry for her. Her crying and making noise only serve to make others laugh.
The child who had the ointment applied gradually calmed down. Xiaoyuan looked at the red bump on her ankle that was newly bitten, and stubbornly gritted her teeth to endure the pain and itchiness. She was alone and helpless, while the others either brought their families with them or formed gangs. Wenwen's father and Bian Cuiping's husband were the main members of the team. What else could she do but not endure it?
Rong Xianxian just happened to hear their conversation when she was investigating the cause of the noise and bustle among the civilian team. The car was located in a relatively central position in the convoy, and the people in the car were women and children who were responsible for logistics work in the team and were relatively well protected.
Although the girl was weak and inevitably suffered some grievances, at least she was protected.
Rong Xianxian sighed in her heart. Sometimes, swallowing one's anger and compromising blindly cannot bring the peace one wants. It will only make people become more demanding.
I hope the girl is just enduring temporarily and not being a coward by nature.
"Most of the crying and noise in various places is because people have been bitten by something unknown. Both adults and children are crying, especially the children. They cry a lot." Cui Lie had just strolled around the camps and returned to Rong Xianxian and whispered.
"In the middle of summer, flies and mosquitoes are inevitable, especially in the wild. They are hard to guard against." Although Rong Xianxian had mosquito repellent, the medicine was precious. It not only repelled mosquitoes, but also poisonous insects such as venomous snakes, ants, scorpions, and spiders in the woods.
It even has the effect of removing miasma, warding off evil spirits, and refreshing the brain because of the addition of mutated spiritual plants.
Medicinal herbs are precious, and there are not enough to share with so many people. She also doesn't want to attract too much attention. Mosquito bites are just uncomfortable and painful. After the end of the world, spiritual energy will recover, and even ordinary people who don't know how to practice will have much better physical fitness than before, so nothing serious will happen.
Rong Xianxian and Cui Lie returned to the RV. Wang Lin had already pulled out the folding bed, with four beds in total on both sides.
Wang Lin, Xuanxuan and Xiao Luo were lying on the lower bunk on the left. Wang Lin was holding a storybook in his hand and telling them a story.
Although it is approaching summer and the temperature has risen significantly, there is a cool breeze at night and the temperature inside the car is comfortable.
The two children were listening to the story and yawning. When they saw Rong Xianxian getting on the car, Xuanxuan climbed up from the bed and ran over to hug Rong Xianxian and act coquettishly.
Jiang Jie had just finished checking the traps and practiced with Wang Qirui for a while, then ran in sweating profusely.
"Sister Rong, I have checked all the traps and the sound transmission notes. Is there anything else I need to pay attention to?" Jiang Jie asked, breathing heavily.
(End of this chapter)
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