Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 487 Koi Little Lucky Star 16

Boss Lin nodded vigorously in agreement, "That's right! There are so many rumors in the village, we're so scared we don't even dare let anyone in!"

The boy didn't seem to care much about their complaints. He weakly raised his uninjured left hand and motioned Lin Fubao to hand him the bowl.

His movements still seemed laborious, but with a calmness ingrained in his bones.

He took the bowl but didn't drink immediately. Instead, he looked at Song again with sharp eyes and asked the second key question: "Where is this?"

"Shili Village! It's a small, remote place," Song replied quickly, leaning forward and lowering her voice, her tone tentative, perhaps asking for credit. "Don't worry, sir, you're safe! No one except us, the Lin family, knows you're here! I'm keeping a close eye on you! I don't know... I don't know your name? It'll be nice for us to address you respectfully."

The young man lowered his eyes and looked at the thin but unusually fragrant rice soup in the bowl, and was silent for a while.

It took so long that sweat began to form on the foreheads of Boss Lin and his wife. He then slowly raised his head, but did not directly answer Song's question. Instead, he threw out a more thrilling instruction: "Help me... take a look at my right wrist."

His voice was very soft, but it was like a huge rock hitting the hearts of everyone in the Lin family.

Lin Fubao was close by and subconsciously leaned over to take a look.

Song cried out "Ouch!" but her movements were even quicker than Fubao's. She practically threw herself over to the edge of the kang, carefully but impatiently lifting the clean but still rough patched sleeve of the boy's right arm.

The sleeves were lifted, revealing the bandaged wound. Due to the high fever, sweating, and the effects of the herbs over the past few days, the bandages were somewhat loose and damp. Song carefully but deftly peeled back the bandages.

A faint, indescribable smell of sweet and fishy mixed with the bitterness of herbs filled the air.

The next moment, everyone in the Lin family gasped!

The hideous wound, cut by a sharp blade and deep enough to reveal the bone, had the skin and flesh around it a frightening purple-blue color!

The edge of the wound no longer showed any signs of healing with a scab. Instead, it seemed to be corroded by some invisible force, eroding inwards. The color became dark, and a small amount of sticky liquid with an unusual smell oozed out!

What's even more terrifying is that from the edge of the festering wound, there are several irregular, hair-thin purple lines, like the tentacles of poison ivy, quietly spreading up the arm. Although they are still very short, the strange direction makes people's scalp tingle!

“This…this is…” Boss Lin shrank back in fear, his face turning pale.

Lin Zhang covered her mouth, her frightened sobs stuck in her throat.

Lin Fubao's face turned pale with fright. The excitement he had just felt was gone, leaving only fear and nausea.

Song's face also changed color, not out of fear, but out of surprise and a deeper glint of brilliance - she was right! This wound, this strange festering, was definitely not something that ordinary people could experience! Was it poison? Or something else?

The boy seemed not to notice their fear. He just looked at the abnormality on his wrist, and a very brief, almost cold understanding flashed in his eyes.

Then, he buried all his emotions deep within, leaving only the calmness of a deep pool. He raised his head, gazing intently at Song. His voice, though still weak, carried an invisible pressure: "This injury... is not right. What medicine did you... use?"

"Herbs! They're the hemostatic herbs from Doctor Chen in the neighboring village!" Song hastily explained, then quickly added, "We country folk don't understand these things. The doctor just said the injury was serious, prescribed some medicine, and left! My dear, what exactly is your injury? It looks like you've been poisoned!"

The boy didn't answer her question, but only frowned slightly, as if he expected the answer. "Not enough," he said briefly.

Then he turned to Lin Fubao, the person who first "picked" him up.

Perhaps it was because Fubao was the youngest and the fear in her eyes was most obvious, or perhaps it was because she still had the most lingering fearlessness from being pampered by the Song family. The boy chose to ask her a seemingly irrelevant question: "What... is on me?"

His eyes vaguely swept over the conspicuous purse on the bedside.

Lin Fubao's heart skipped a beat when she was looked at by that deep gaze. Her previous vanity and fear mixed together, causing her to blurt out, "It's all there! It's all there! The purse, and... the gold leaves! They're all in the purse. My grandma kept them safe!"

She was eager to show off, prove her worth, and prove the existence of this "blessing".

When Mrs. Song heard Fubao mention the gold leaves, her face twitched and she secretly cursed her granddaughter for being impatient.

But the boy seemed to have gotten the answer he wanted and just nodded barely perceptibly.

Then, he closed his eyes and drank the warm rice soup in the bowl bit by bit. His movements were slow and graceful, as if he was savoring some delicacy, which was incompatible with the depressing and fearful atmosphere around him.

"The gold leaves... keep them." The young man put down his empty bowl. His voice was calmer than before, yet tinged with a subtle hint of fatigue and coldness. "Two more things: First, get some strong liquor, the stronger the better. Second, find a trustworthy, tight-lipped, and courageous doctor... and tell him he's got a carbuncle."

His tone was calm, yet it held an irresistible power. There were no promises, no thanks, only clear orders and a precise assessment of the current situation.

He casually threw out the gold leaf, which was both a hush money and a bargaining chip to temporarily stabilize the Lin family.

"Poisonous sores... strong liquor..." Song's mind raced. She could find a doctor, but he had to be someone with a tight tongue who could pronounce "noble person" as "poisonous sores."

Strong liquor… She made up her mind and decided to spend a lot of money to secretly get some good liquor. After all, the life of this "noble man" was more precious than anything else!

Boss Lin was still in shock and confusion.

Lin Fubao looked at the boy's pale but extremely calm profile, and then at her grandmother's desperate expression. The fear in her heart was strangely replaced by another inexplicable, vague excitement - this "noble brother" she had "rescued" and who had suffered strange and serious injuries.

The mysterious aura emanating from his body, as if he possessed some unknown power, made her little heart beat like a drumstick more than the gold leaf itself.

She had a vague feeling that she was involved in something bigger and more remarkable than she had imagined.

"Fubao," Song took a deep breath and ordered decisively, "Take your mother out and guard the door outside. No one is allowed to come in!"

She turned to Boss Lin, her eyes sharp as a knife: "Boss, take the money! Come with me to town and buy some wine!"

Then she lowered her voice and, with a sharp gaze, instructed the young man on the kang, "Don't worry, my dear! I'll take care of it for you! But you have to hold on a little bit! Our Lin family... depends on you!"