Chapter 2223: Medical Marvel Shocks the World (8)
Chapter 2223: Chapter 2223: Medical Marvel Shocks the World (8)
Chuzheng caught two wild chickens in the forest, plucked their feathers, and placed them on the fire to roast.
Jing Po hugged his box, sitting by the fire, staring unblinkingly at the roasting chickens.
"Want to eat?"
Jing Po maintained his posture, his clear eyes reflecting the dancing flames.
"...Can... can I?" He asked cautiously, like a child wanting a toy.
"No."
Jing Po uttered a soft "oh," fluttering his eyelashes, hugging himself, pitifully forming a small bundle.
"Not cooked yet." Chuzheng added: "You can eat in a bit."
Jing Po did not respond, hugging his knees and watching the fire.
Chuzheng: "..."
Chuzheng scratched her chin, thinking the gesture did not fit the big boss image, quickly putting her hand back down.
The aroma of food gradually spread in the forest.
The Kid turned his body around, giving Chuzheng a view of his silvery white back of the head.
Chuzheng: "..."
Why does it feel like I’m mistreating him?
Chuzheng took down the roasted chicken, let it cool for a moment, used a small knife to cut off the drumsticks, then sliced everything, wrapped it in clean leaves, and placed it in front of Jing Po: "Eat."
"...Didn’t you say... I’m not allowed?" His voice was full of grievance.
Chuzheng: "Did you not hear what I said afterward?"
"..."
Jing Po didn’t make a sound, and Chuzheng, tired of arguing, shoved the food into his hands.
"Eat!"
Jing Po held the sliced food, staring blankly for almost a minute before finally succumbing to the temptation and reaching for it with his hands.
"Did you wash your hands?"
Chuzheng’s voice suddenly sounded.
Jing Po paused his movement, hesitated, and shook his head.
"Go wash."
"...Oh."
Jing Po put down the food, grabbed his box, and went to wash his hands nearby.
The distance was short, so Chuzheng didn’t follow, but who knew things would happen in just this moment.
Chuzheng first heard something splash in the water, followed by Jing Po’s muffled grunt.
Chuzheng’s brows twitched, she jumped up and ran over.
After a few steps, she felt something was amiss and quickly went back to grab her tool—a coffin.
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Beside the stream.
A boy in white was thrown to the ground, in front of him stood two hooligans.
"Lucky day today, two Demonic Beasts and a pretty boy!" Man A spoke excitedly.
"His hair..." The other man pointed at the silvery hair hesitantly.
"Ah, as long as he looks good, who cares?" Man A said dismissively.
"He should fetch a good price, looks decent." Man B thought and agreed: "Wonder if he’s alone."
"Demonic Beasts are running wild lately, no one around here. And even if there was, he’s alone now, who knows if he got eaten by Demonic Beasts." Man A laughed maliciously.
"True." Man B glanced around: "Let’s take him away quickly, in case someone does come."
The boy only made some noise when he fell.
After falling, he neither cried out nor showed any signs of struggle, appearing weak.
So the two men thought he was a defenseless pretty boy and didn’t give him another thought.
They reached to grab Jing Po with a hand on each side.
Right then, there was movement in the forest...
As if something was moving across the ground.
Man A and Man B exchanged glances, in that brief moment, the boy suddenly raised his hand.
Powder scattered into the air, catching the men off guard, and they were hit directly.
When the powder landed on their skin, it began to corrode it instantly, making sizzling sounds.
"Ah—"
The pain hit them delayed.
They screamed simultaneously, retreating while holding their faces.
Whiz—
A dark shadow shot out from the forest, crashing into the men with a thud.
Man A’s body leaned and fell to the ground, half of his body crushed by the coffin.
Man B was shoved into the stream behind.
In the Dark, the screams were especially piercing and chilling.
Chuzheng pushed through the bushes to emerge, first looking at the boy sitting on the ground: "Are you okay?"
Chuzheng went over to help him up, patting the mud off his clothes.
Jing Po shook his head slowly: "No... no problem."
Chuzheng had already checked him over, knowing he was fine.
"Ah... it hurts... my eyes, help, my eyes!" The screams continued.
Chuzheng let go of Jing Po, to look at the man crushed by the coffin.
After a glance...
Chuzheng retreated a step in fear.
Were the tools really this powerful?
Can they disfigure someone?
Clearly, that’s impossible...
The man grabbed Chuzheng’s ankle: "Help me... help me... it hurts, help me!"
Chuzheng kicked him away.
Jing Po came over from behind, under Chuzheng’s suspicious gaze, he walked to the man’s side, pulled his clothes to cover his face, and blocked his mouth.
A movement as skilled as bandaging a wound.
It was as if he was covering the evidence.
Chuzheng: "!!!"
After finishing the task, Jing Po stood up and stepped back, hands clasped in front, head slightly lowered, like a student waiting for punishment after making a mistake.
Chuzheng: "..."
I need a moment.
This is nowhere near the darkening card?
You Bastard, are you kidding me?
Chuzheng took a deep breath and asked: "Did they bully you?"
Jing Po said nothing, but he reached out his hand.
In his pale palm, there was an abrasion, with beads of blood oozing out.
Chuzheng grasped his fingertips, Jing Po blinked, tried to pull back, but Chuzheng held tightly.
Jing Po pursed his lips and gave up struggling, speaking slowly: "They... wanted to sell me."
"What?"
"Sell me, like merchandise."
Chuzheng’s eyes turned cold, she lifted her foot and kicked Man A.
Man A stammered in pain, then grew silent.
Chuzheng pulled the boy into her embrace.
"My box."
"..."
Box, box! Do I have a grudge against the box?
"Where is it?"
Jing Po pointed to the stream.
Chuzheng lifted him and placed him in the coffin, then went into the stream to find his box.
Chuzheng remembered someone being tossed into the stream.
Falling in, then going still; Chuzheng assumed he fainted.
But now she didn’t see anyone, just a pile of clothes sprawled on the bank.
Where is he?
Did he escape?
Impossible...
Chuzheng perplexedly searched the area, found clothes but no person.
Until Chuzheng spotted a black mass in the water, blocked by a U-shaped corner, not flowing away.
Blood?
Such a large amount of blood...
Chuzheng thought of the appearance of the man upstream, could he have dissolved?
Chuzheng shivered at the chilling thought.
Then—went about finding the box nonchalantly.
Chuzheng came back with the box, tossed it into the coffin: "I don’t want to help you find that box a third time."
Jing Po cautiously hugged the box, pursed his lips without making a sound.
"It’s wet, let go!" Chuzheng snapped harshly first.
Jing Po obediently let go.
Chuzheng: "..."
Wanted to be angry but didn’t know at whom.
Weak, helpless little pitiful must hug themselves.