Although the wooden house was enclosed, it still had a toilet and running water.
But there were no electrical appliances.
Fortunately, the weather wasn’t cold.
Yu Zhuyin took a shower, and since she didn’t have any clothes to change into, she just put on her clothes again and washed her underwear.
Then she carried a child into the room: “What should we do with this child?”
Jiang Nanshu snapped out of her daze and looked at Youyou, who was trembling violently.
Youyou’s little face was pale. She was only two years old, her face so thin that her eyes looked unusually big.
With tears in her eyes, she was sensible enough not to cry or scream in this environment.
Jiang Nanshu sighed and said to Yu Zhuyin, “Let her go.”
Yu Zhuyin then released her. Youyou’s freed little body pressed tightly against the door.
Jiang Nanshu beckoned to her, a gentle smile on her face: “Come here.”
Youyou stood there for a few seconds before walking to Jiang Nanshu’s side, her little hands tightly gripping her skirt as if grasping at a lifeline.
Jiang Nanshu touched her arm and realized that her body was burning hot.
Touching her head, it was even hotter.
She immediately picked Youyou up and placed her on the bed: “Yu Zhuyin, get a wet towel. This little girl has a fever.”
“Huh?”
Yu Zhuyin was about to refuse.
This was the first time she’d been ordered around like this.
But she was afraid that Jiang Nanshu really wouldn’t care about her.
So she obediently went to get it.
The towel was also filthy. Yu Zhuyin washed it several times before she could see a trace of its original color.
Jiang Nanshu didn’t know much about pharmacology, but there were no medicines available, so this was the only way she could lower Youyou’s fever.
Jiang Nanshu knocked on the door again, and after receiving an impatient shout from Old Fifth, she explained Youyou’s condition.
She had just had surgery and should be in the hospital right now.
But the group mocked, “She’s just a worthless girl. If she dies, she dies. You should be more concerned about whether the baby in your belly will survive.”
They were so cautious that they wouldn’t even open the door, giving them no chance whatsoever.
Jiang Nanshu returned.
Yu Zhuyin had changed several basins of cold water.
“What did they say? This child looks so young.Shouldn’t we take her to the hospital?”
Jiang Nanshu shook her head: “They won’t care whether she lives or dies, so whether she survives tonight depends entirely on this little girl’s fate.”
Yu Zhuyin was stunned.
She had witnessed too many people weeping for loved ones in southern Myanmar. In that place, human life was cheap, and no one really cared.
She, too, went from being moved to becoming numb.
Because her brother said that being kind to others was being cruel to oneself, and only by being more ruthless than others could one have a chance of defeating them.
There was just too much betrayal there, so much that a friend who was talking to you one moment could pull out a knife the next, the sharp blade piercing your flesh.
Her gaze fell on Youyou, who was delirious with fever. She couldn’t help but say, “Why don’t we just give up? This little girl has nothing to do with us. If we have a chance to escape, she’ll just be a burden.”
Jiang Nanshu was still wiping Youyou’s body with a cold towel, trying to lower her temperature. She said, her tone indifferent: “But she’s still alive. Life isn’t as worthless as you think. She’s a burden, and in this house, I’m a burden, too. If we could escape, I wouldn’t be able to either.”
Jiang Nanshu had a clear understanding of herself.
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