Chapter 190 Soft-hearted
In the cold funeral home, I looked at my parents, who had always doted on me, now lying there stiffly with their eyes closed, their faces both strange and familiar.
"Mom...Dad..."
I gripped their cold hands tightly, but received not a single weak squeeze in return.
I know that even if my parents were right in front of me, no matter how much I longed for them to open their eyes and look at me again, they would never wake up again. I have lost my parents forever...
My thoughts returned, and the cold tears on my face brought me back to my senses.
Looking at the tiny figure on the ground, weakly calling for its mother, I admit my heart softened.
How wonderful it would be if I could have a strong embrace and someone to firmly pull me up when I lost my mother.
I quickly turned around and walked towards that person.
He actually wriggled and crawled toward me.
It was a boy whose messy hair covered most of his face, making it impossible to tell his exact age, but his complexion was bluish-purple, especially his lips.
Her hands were tucked into her sleeves, but the fingertips that were vaguely visible were red mixed with bluish-purple, indicating that they had indeed been frozen for a long time.
I walked quickly to his side, hesitated for a moment looking at my clothes, and then decided that saving my own life was the most important thing.
She tugged at the boy's tattered cotton-padded coat, trying to cover him as much as possible with the fabric.
She helped the boy sit up, took out hot water and millet porridge from her backpack, poured the hot water into the cup lid, and held it to his lips.
The boy, who had been unconscious, regained some consciousness following the warmth and drank a few sips of hot water.
I poured out another cup of millet porridge and held it to his lips again.
The boy smelled the millet porridge and got a little excited. He took a big gulp of the warm porridge from the cup that was being held to his lips.
She finished a thermos lid full of rice porridge, and it seemed she wasn't satisfied and wanted more. But I didn't know if someone who had been frozen for so long could eat too much, so I had to put both thermoses away for the time being.
"Don't eat too much, eat more when you get home."
The most urgent thing is to bring him home.
He turned the backpack around and wore it on his chest, squatted down, grabbed the boy's arm, and carried him on his back without saying a word, heading home.
The boy was much lighter than I had imagined, only slightly heavier than Xiaogua.
"Who are you……"
His weak voice came from behind him, as if he might die at any moment.
"The person who saved you."
I didn't know how to introduce myself to him, and after thinking for a long time, I managed to come up with this sentence.
"Thank you, thank you..."
"Don't talk, just don't die."
Fearing the boy's life might be in danger at any moment, I quickened my pace to get home.
When Little Melon saw that I had rescued the person, it was extremely excited and ran around in the snow with its four paws flying everywhere.
Of course, I'm not sure if Xiaogua's emotions are that he wants me to save him, or that I want to take him back as prey and eat him.
Although the little thing wasn't heavy, it was still a person after all, and carrying it for a long time was tiring. After running briskly for a while, I could feel fine beads of sweat coming out of my forehead.
Thankfully, the cotton hat I was wearing absorbed the sweat, otherwise I would have had to stop and wipe it off separately.
I didn't realize I was so fit now. Without taking a break, I walked briskly home in just over 40 minutes.
When I opened the door, the room was still warm.
The boy was gently placed at the very end of the heated kang (a traditional heated brick bed), where the temperature was relatively low.
They went to the small west room and found a blanket that Taozi and the others had used before, and quickly covered the boy with it.
I've heard that if a person has been frozen for a long time, you shouldn't touch their vulnerable parts, because they can easily be peeled off.
Especially my ears. When I was little, my grandma often told me that if your ears were frozen for too long, they would fall off if you pulled hard. This was my childhood nightmare.
So now that the boy has been frozen for so long and is lying there, I'm even a little at a loss for what to do and I don't dare to touch him.
The boy looked very young, maybe eleven or twelve years old. Such a young child alone in the snow must have either been kicked out or gotten lost.
Speculating about these things now is not very meaningful; the main issue is to try our best to save his life.
The boy is now even more disoriented, and his face is covered in frostbite and red cracks.
I calmed myself down. The first step was to keep him warm with the blankets, and the second step should be to conserve his energy.
She grabbed a handful of granulated sugar, put it in a cup, quickly poured in a bowl of sugar water, and half-lifted the boy up so he could drink it in small sips.
Although the boy was unconscious, he was able to swallow on his own, which shows that he still had a strong will to survive.
After feeding him the sugar water, I prepared warm water at around 40 degrees Celsius in a basin.
They took the boy's small, bluish-purple hands out of the blanket and put them into warm water; the hands moved slightly in the water.
"Don't move, soak it a little longer."
Listen to me, don't move. Your little hands haven't moved in the water since.
When I warmed my hands, I washed another warm towel and applied it to my face, hoping that the frostbite on my face wouldn't be too severe.
The little hand was soaked in the water for more than 20 minutes. The water was stained with a little red blood, and the color of the hand gradually returned to normal, no longer frighteningly purplish-red.
I don't know if blisters will appear later, so I rinsed the frostbitten hands with warm saline solution, wrapped them in sterile gauze, and gently put them back in the blanket.
It took quite a while to treat both hands and feet. By then, the boy's complexion had improved somewhat and was no longer bluish-purple, but the frostbite on his face was still there.
He fell into a peaceful sleep, and his steady breathing reminded me that he was probably out of danger.
Only then did I realize that I was so tired that my back ached, and I hadn't even taken off my thick clothes yet, and my face was already covered in sweat.
Quickly change out of your clothes and into comfortable cotton-padded clothes, add coal to the stove, and put a pot of millet porridge on the stove.
In the afternoon, after the boy wakes up, it's best to give him some millet porridge.
I've been so busy that neither my dogs nor I have eaten yet, and neither have the livestock.
It really took a long time for everyone because of this little boy on the kang (a heated brick bed).
Seeing that he was alright, I quickly went to the kitchen to cook for myself, and also fed the pigs, chickens and rabbits.
When I went to the pigpen to feed the pigs, the piglets angrily rooted at the trough. I felt a pang of guilt; it was indeed my fault for letting them go hungry for most of the day.
When I finally sat down in the east room with a plate of stewed potatoes and meat and rice, I truly felt how difficult life is.
It's hard to be a good person!
A bite of chewy yet tender potato brought comfort to my starving stomach.
Before they could even take a few bites of the potatoes and meat, the boy sleeping at the end of the kang (a heated brick bed) stirred slightly.
By the time I noticed, it had already opened its big, dark eyes and was staring intently at my stewed potatoes and meat.
"woke up?"
Seeing that he was fully awake, I asked him indistinctly, forgetting to swallow the food in my mouth.
"Thank you... thank you, my benefactor!"
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