Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 856 Dr. Tian

"..."

The rain was getting heavier.

Just as Fang Youhua stared despairingly at the tightly closed wooden door, her ears twitched slightly.

squeak-

The faint sound of the door opening reached her ears. Fang Youhua looked up in surprise, her swollen and red pupils reflecting the image of a thin man wearing glasses.

The skinny man was emaciated, hunched over, and looked like a rat with a pointed face and monkey-like features. His eyes behind his glasses were not very clear at the moment.

Fang Youhua has been kneeling for too long, crying for too long, and shouting for too long.

She was so exhausted that she could barely move, and her heart and throat were pounding in pain, but she still managed to crawl toward Dr. Tian on her knees. Just as the latter instinctively tried to back away, she grabbed his trouser leg.

"...Please...please have some compassion...please...please have pity on me...please have pity on my poor daughter..."

Fang Youhua heard her own desperate, hoarse voice echoing in the rain:

"At least... at least you can sew her body back together, sew her body back together, right?"

"..."

Dr. Tian looked down at Fang Youhua kneeling at his feet and sighed deeply, as if she felt pity or helplessness.

"...There are flowers..."

Dr. Tian said with difficulty, "I can take care of Xiaohua's body... but, but you know, I only make a meager living by selling medicines I bring back from town, and I'm not doing well... Taking care of Xiaohua's body is no easy task..."

"..." Something suddenly flashed through Fang Youhua's dizzy mind. She gripped the pant leg that belonged to Dr. Tian tightly and whispered:

"I, I can, I can give money... I can give money... I have... I have money... I have money..."

"Youhua..." Dr. Tian couldn't bear to look away and said in a low voice, "Where would you get money? If you had money, wouldn't you have run away long ago? What are you still doing here?"

Fang Youhua's throat suddenly felt like it was blocked by mud, and she began to have difficulty breathing. Her arms, which were holding her daughter, also became sore and weak that she could no longer hold on.

"...Then, what should we do?"

Fang Youhua muttered desperately, "Then...then what can I do...what can I do...what can I do for...what can I do for Xiaohua'er..."

Her daughter is so young, so cute and sensible... She can do everything at such a young age... She can do everything... Why... Why is God so cruel to them?

She was clearly trying very hard to integrate herself into this small mountain village, trying to force herself to forget her past...

What did God do to her that made Him want to take away her last thought of living a good life?

Fang Youhua was in despair.

"...But I have a suggestion."

Dr. Tian's hesitant voice reached Fang Youhua's ears, causing Fang Youhua, who had already given up on life, to instantly raise her head.

"How about this..." Dr. Tian raised his hand to adjust his glasses, which had slipped down halfway, his tired eyes bloodshot: "Why don't you come to my house and help with cleaning regularly?"

Dr. Tian looked at her and said, "You know how it is with flowers. I'm usually too busy... I often have to treat the villagers and do farming and harvesting. I'm all alone, and I'm too tired after doing all that. Over time... I've neglected housework."

Fang Youhua looked up at him, her heart beating faster and faster.

"Then you mean..."

“Yes,” Dr. Tian nodded, his hoarse, rough voice coming from his throat: “You often help me clean, so I’ll sew Xiaohua’s body back up…”

"That way it won't cost any money."