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Chapter 3 The Picked Up Child

Taking a few deep breaths from his chest, Yukimura showed an expression that he didn't know whether he was crying or laughing. He was filled with luck and a smile that seemed like he had survived the odds.

Alive, really alive, not dead...

Shaking his head slightly, the smile on his face became even more unstoppable, as if a few tears fell from his eyes.

After all, he was just a 12-year-old boy. Meeting a corpse, even though it was a beautiful corpse, was still a very scary thing for him. Therefore, when he knew that the person in front of him was not a corpse and was still alive,

How could he not be excited?

He closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, he stretched out his hand to touch her face, but suddenly his hand was heavy, and before he could see anything clearly, his wrist fell into the other person's fingers and was grabbed tightly.

She grabbed it so hard, it felt as if she had used all her strength to grab it. Yukimura even felt that the wrist that was grabbed started to hurt from that moment, and then he lost consciousness.

She looked directly at him, her face expressionless, her eyes were like the sky at this moment, with a biting coldness.

He also looked at her. The two of them stared at each other for a long time, but no one said a word. Until Yukimura's breathing became a little faster and his feet felt a little sore from squatting, he felt the strength on his wrist suddenly loosen, as if

As if there was a sudden power outage, she nodded her head downwards and suddenly fell asleep.

Yukimura gently turned his wrist, which was a bit sore from being caught, a few times. After confirming that nothing happened and it was just a bit painful, he started to do what he wanted to do just now.

Putting his hand on her forehead, the abnormal heat made him frown in distress, and sighed softly, "As expected, I got caught in the rain and got injured. I really have a fever..." However, that face,

There is no trace of redness at all, not even the flush caused by fever.

As a 12-year-old boy, Seiichi Yukimura would naturally not allow such an immoral act to be done by his own hands, leaving her here to fend for herself when he knew the other person was not dead.

However, looking at the wounds on the girl's chest and abdomen, Yukimura felt a little confused.

It's raining very hard. It's so heavy that it hurts even if it hits you.

After thinking for two seconds, he put down the umbrella in his hand without hesitation, picked up the girl with gentle movements, trying not to touch her wounds, and walked quickly towards home.

But in its original position, only the umbrella was still there, standing quietly and solemnly as if watching their departing figures.

After returning home and carefully putting the girl down, Yukimura Seiichi ran out to ask the doctor uncle next door.

He was a doctor in his thirties. Although he opened a small clinic, he had seen as many patients and performed as many surgeries as doctors in large hospitals. The clinic also had all kinds of equipment. It was really a small clinic.

, with all five internal organs. And ever since he was a child, whenever Yukimura had any physical problems, he would always be consulted by him.

The doctor's uncle's surname was Kawashima. After hearing Yukimura's explanation, he carried his treasure box and his assistant and followed Yukimura in a hurry.

When I arrived at Yukimura's house, when I saw the wound on the girl's chest lying on the bed, her whole face suddenly collapsed.

_____RN first published by Xia Feixuan___
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