Walpole, who had just stepped out of Broad Machinery Plant with his bicycle, saw his friend Gene at the door of the factory, sitting on his bicycle with one foot on the ground and browsing the Internet.
The dim light of the virtual screen shone on his face, making his dark face look even brighter.
"Gene!" Walpole greeted quickly and trotted over pushing his bicycle: "Have you been waiting for a long time?"
"What are you waiting for? I just came here!" Gene looked up, with a trace of confusion in his eyes, as if he was still immersed in the online world.
He scratched his head and then, as if remembering something, he picked up a cloth bag from the basket and handed it over.
"Hey, the red bone flower you want! I didn't expect that this thing can also cure diseases. I didn't look for it before. It was everywhere in the mountains and fields. Now I looked for it. I had to climb two mountains to find it. It's really Fucking fucked up.”
Walpole quickly took the bag and opened it. He saw a wooden bowl inside the bag. The bowl was filled with a bunch of red wild fruits as big as beans.
In the local dialect, it is called Hongguduoer.
But Internet Medical gave it a new scientific name - Cortex Cortex.
"Thank you!" Walpole said gratefully.
"You're still polite to me, you're out of town, right? Hey, how is your health?" Jean asked.
"It's not bad. Since taking the medicine prescribed by Internet Medical, it has eased a lot. However, many people on the forum said that it is almost impossible to cure the disease and can only relieve it." Walpole was a little sad.
"Oh, it's good to be relieved. I'm going to put it bluntly. After all, my age is showing off, right?"
"Um!"
"Okay, tell me what medicinal materials you need. Don't go to the pharmacy to buy them. It's too expensive. It's not easy to earn some hard-earned money. There are seniors and juniors."
Gene patted Walpole on the shoulder and pedaled away.
Walpole looked at his friend riding away, then looked down at the bag in his hand, and his heart suddenly became excited.
His old mother, who has worked hard all her life, has been suffering from asthma in the past two years.
This has always been a knot in his mind.
Because many elderly people in the village died of asthma.
He also sought medical treatment, but unfortunately, the high medical fees kept him away. I can only grab some earthworks and hang my mother's life.
Walpole always thought that his old mother would be like the old people in the village, and eventually die one night out of breath.
No, God bless you.
My mother was lucky enough to find Internet Medical Care and even the Life Bank.
Through Internet medical care, he learned for the first time that his mother had a chronic problem called asthma, and saw a variety of prescriptions for the first time.
Under the prescription of Internet Medical, the old mother's condition has improved a lot.
At least, it was no longer the same gasping sound that could be heard three miles away.
After the Life Bank came online, his mother's condition got a little better, and she even got a few good nights' sleep.
It turned out that he uploaded his life force to the life bank and then transferred it to his old mother.
Although this little bit of vitality was not much and could not cure diseases, it could make the old mother sleep peacefully. For this alone, he was grateful to the God of Life.
Unfortunately, he couldn't always deliver life force to his mother, because extracting life force would have a great impact on the body.
Once he takes too much, he won't be able to work during the day.
As the backbone of the family, he couldn't live without a job, so he could only draw a small amount every day, save it for three to five days, and use it once for his old mother, so that she could have a good sleep and feel more comfortable.
After much thought, he felt that he still had to rely on prescriptions.
So he has been collecting the medicinal materials recommended by Internet Medical, and now he has finally gathered one of the main medicines.
How could this not cheer him up
He had a hunch that if his mother took medicine for a long time, her asthma would definitely be much better.
Thinking of this, Walpole no longer delayed, got on his bicycle, and hurried home full of joy.
The Walpole family is located in a village called Leacock on the outskirts of Gregg. The village is not far or near from the city.
In the past, if I had to run on two feet, it would take at least four hours to go back and forth.
A single trip would take two hours.
In order to save time, Walpole gritted his teeth and bought a bicycle, which greatly shortened the journey time.
No, in less than an hour, before the sun set, the village was already in sight.
Before he even got close to the door, he heard a burst of hoarse crying and roaring from a long distance away.
This made his heart skip a beat, because the voice sounded vaguely familiar.
When he turned a corner, the view in front of him made his mind go blank.
I saw almost all the residents of the village gathered in front of his house, pointing towards the yard.
The hysterical crying he heard before came from the yard.
"Wapolole you're back!"
"Oh, you're back. Hurry up and persuade your mother-in-law. She's been scolding you for half an hour."
"I'm telling you something, you have to calm down. Your son's fingers were gnawed away by a mouse."
When the villagers noticed Walpole's return, they immediately gathered around him.
Their words struck Walpole like lightning.
He squeezed through the crowd in a daze and rushed to the entrance of the courtyard, where he saw his old mother sitting on the threshold of the hall, with a bruised face and a swollen face.
The wife sat paralyzed in the yard, grabbing the ground with her head, beating the ground hysterically and cursing.
"You old fool, why don't you die, ah! Who asked you to cook? I asked you to look after the child, and then I went out. In the blink of an eye! Look what the child has become ?”
The old woman next to her pulled Walpole's wife and comforted her: "Stop talking, stop talking."
"Why can't I say it? The baby is only four months old and his hands are gone. What will he do in this life? You old thing, tell me, the baby is crying like that. Don't you hear it at all? I think you are You did it on purpose, you were asking for life for yourself, you deliberately wanted to kill my son!"
His wife's hair was disheveled and she was yelling hysterically, which completely stunned Walpole who was standing at the door of the yard.
how so
Before going out in the morning, he clearly remembered his wife tenderly serving food to his old mother. He never expected that when he saw it again after a day, it would be such a crazy scene.
"Stop scolding, your man is back." A neighbor shouted.
Walpole's wife, who was yelling wildly, suddenly froze.
She turned to look at the courtyard door, staring blankly at the man, then suddenly covered her face, leaned down, her shoulders twitched, and started crying silently.
Grab, grab, grab. The old mother, who had been sitting blankly on the threshold, suddenly got up and was about to hit the door frame.
But he was grabbed by the neighbor women at every turn.
For a moment, the scene was in chaos.
"What on earth... happened?" Walpole looked at his mother who was looking for life and death, and then at his wife who was crying and almost fainting. His spirit was about to collapse.
After a long time of hard work, he vaguely understood the truth from the neighbors' chatter.
It turned out that the wife went out to fetch water and asked the old mother to take a look at the sleeping child.
Unexpectedly, the old mother looked at the sun setting in the west and her grandson sleeping soundly, so she simply left and went to cook.
Unexpectedly, when the wife came back, she was horrified to find that a big mouse had almost eaten away the fingers of her son's left hand, and the four-month-old baby was crying so hard that he almost suffocated.
Then, there was this scene.
Of course, some of the injuries on the old mother's face were caused by her wife, and some were caused by her seeking death.
After listening to the neighbor's story, Walpole looked at his son who had already fainted from crying in the arms of the neighbor's aunt.
To be honest, even though his father died early and he suffered so much, he almost collapsed at this moment!
He doesn't know, is this his mother's fault
Or do you blame your wife for not taking good care of the children
"Wapole advises my mother-in-law, stop arguing, saving the baby is the most important thing!" the old village chief stood up.
"Yes, yes, save the baby! Save the baby!" Walpole seemed to have finally found his target. He looked at the swaddled baby and subconsciously reached out to hug it.
However, when his hands were stretched out in the air, they froze.
Save the baby
How can he save it
Where to rescue
What to save
Looking for a priest
Or looking for a magician
But have you ever heard that a priest can regenerate severed limbs
As for magicians, they were hard to come by, and he didn't even know where to find them!
By the way, vitality!
A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed through Walpole's mind.
He suddenly knelt on the ground with a plop and said to the villagers: "Please give me some of your life force to save my baby. The only thing that can save him now is life force!"
The old village chief slapped his thigh: "Yes, why didn't I think of it? Come on, come on, let's get together."
Neighbors also started talking all over the place: "What's life force?" "Is it a life bank?" "Is that thing useful?"
For a moment, the scene was in chaos.
However, under the organization of the village chief, everyone still transferred the accumulated vitality.
However, this sounds like it requires the efforts of the whole village, but in fact it is very small.
On the one hand, old and pedantic concepts make a considerable number of people simply afraid and unwilling to extract their vitality.
On the other hand, the few who are bold are also tempted by money. The vitality extracted has been sold for money long ago, so how much is left
So after a lot of trouble, I could only get less than 6,000 standard units of vitality.
This included most of the Walpoles' lives.
There was an uproar when Walpole operated the life bank and channeled this life force to his son.
"Oh, does it really work?"
"Look, there's no more injuries on my face."
"Oh, my face is turning rosy."
The villagers' exclamations of joy made Walpole's wife pale with hope.
She held her son in her arms and sat in the yard. She even went against the teachings of the Wisdom Religion, which she believed in sincerely, and secretly prayed to the God of Life.
"Look at how your hands are doing!" A neighbor became curious.
Upon hearing this, Walpole's wife quickly and carefully opened the cotton cloth covering her hands, and her chubby little hands exposed to the sunset were missing several fingers.
It looked like a crop had been cut off in the crop field, so abrupt and dazzling, even though the cut had been scabbed.
"Plop-"
昘戅Read the pen interestingly M 戅. This scene made Walpole collapse to the ground as if he had lost all his strength.
Despair filled his body and mind.
"well-"
There was a sigh all around, like a mountain, weighing on the hearts of the Walpoles.
He knew that his son's life was... over.
"There is still hope!" A hoarse voice suddenly came from the mouth of Walpole's wife, attracting the attention of countless people in an instant.
"The fingers are a little longer, a little longer, I remember it very clearly! With a little more vitality, they will all grow back." Walpole's wife became incoherent.
"Really?" Walpole was overjoyed, but immediately his face turned pale again.
"Where can you get so much vitality? It only takes six thousand to grow this much. I don't think it can grow at all if it doesn't have three to five million."
A small murmur came from the crowd. Although the sound was low, it spread clearly to everyone's ears.
"Use mine, then my life to save my grandson!"
Outside the crowd, old Mother Walpole suddenly began to plead.