No one paid any heed to old Mother Walpole's pleas.
At this time, the villagers in the courtyard had already fallen into a state of mourning as the rabbit died and the fox hurt its own kind.
When Vitality was first raised, many people already had a basic understanding of this thing.
Judging from the baby's condition, if he doesn't have three to five million vitality, he may not be able to grow his fingers.
Three to five million vitality!
This would drain the life force of their whole village, and they might not even be able to get it together.
As for spending money to buy it
Not to mention that.
In the past two years, Greg's economic conditions have greatly improved due to trade with Kerver, and he has gradually become a Kerver foundry.
But this so-called improvement is only to the point where people can't starve to death.
There are still countless poor people.
Their village relies on the convenience of the suburbs of Gregg City to get some industrial dividends, but they don't have much savings.
In other words, even if you have savings, who is willing to spend all your money to help a baby who knows how old it will be and whether it will die
"Alas! Little Maggie, the Internet is so developed now and things change three times a day. Maybe... maybe there will be a solution in the future. Stop crying."
The aunt next door comforted Walpole's wife in a low voice.
"Yeah, three or five years ago, who would have thought of the Internet? Look at how powerful the Internet is now, and there may be even more powerful functions in the future."
"Auntie is right. Stop crying. If you cry too hard, there will be no hope. You should cheer up now and make money. If there is no internet in the future, try to find a way to find the magician. Maybe you can solve the problem. After all, now There are so many people learning magic, right? There will definitely be no shortage of magicians in the future."
"Maybe, the doll will become a noble magician in the future! There is no need for other magicians."
The neighbors comforted Walpole's wife with many words.
However, don’t encourage others to be generous without having to suffer others’ hardships.
Everyone said it nicely, but for Walpole's wife, how could she endure the pain of her child's finger being cut off? That was the meat that fell from her body, and just looking at it made one's heart wrenching.
When I think of a child crying in despair when faced with being eaten by mice, how can outsiders understand the pain that gnaws at the bones and burns the heart
To put it bluntly, even if the child's wound is healed, it will become a worry for her. Thinking about it at midnight will definitely make her heart drop. What's more, it's not healed yet
"By the way, I remember... the Internet has just launched a life insurance network today. It seems to mean that everyone can gather their strength to save people. How about giving it a try?"
Suddenly, an uncertain voice came from the crowd.
Jah!
The crowd suddenly became quiet.
Countless people subconsciously followed the sound.
"You idiot, what are you talking about?!" An old man scolded the person who spoke. He was a young man, about sixteen or seventy-eight years old, with a childish look on his face.
Don't blame the old man for reprimanding him. Seeing that everyone is about to stabilize the Walpole family, your interruption does not give people false hope. You are just trying to cause trouble!
If this is cured, it will be fine;
If this can't be cured, it's just adding salt to people's wounds and committing evil!
"What? Internet insurance?" Walpole looked over suddenly, his lips trembling.
"I, I'm not sure either." The young man looked uncertain after being scolded.
The concept of insurance is too new, too novel, and too advanced for the multiverse.
It can be said that many people have not yet understood the principle behind it!
This is not to mention the rural areas where education levels are relatively low.
At this time, before the young man could speak, Walpole's wife suddenly sang a prayer to the God of the Internet in a low voice.
"The great being from the blue star, you are the master of language and writing. You are the founder of the Internet. Under your protection, I will be connected to all living things."
Her voice, hoarse from crying, drowned out the noise in the yard.
That voice, full of fervent hope, as if grasping the last life-saving straw, made the villagers sigh. They couldn't help but wipe the corners of their eyes and sigh secretly in their hearts.
They think this is impossible.
The internet gods have been kind!
But no matter how kind you are, I can't give you three to five million life force for nothing, right
This is not logical at all.
However, at this moment, no one dared to interrupt a mother's last desperate attempt.
A virtual screen lit up in the yard, like a flame of hope, so weak and illusory.
Walpole's wife was illiterate.
However, she still vaguely knew how to operate it by relying on the information flow of instructions when opening [Life Internet Insurance].
She first added herself to the mutual insurance, and then added her children.
In an instant, the virtual screen lit up slightly, shining on the son in her arms, and then took it back again, as if the identification had been completed.
Walpole's wife bit her lower lip and clicked the button to apply for assistance.
Suddenly, the virtual screen shot out a faint light, shining on her son.
The soft light instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the yard.
"Hands, hands, hands, look, hands, hands!"
"It's grown, it's grown!"
"Oh my god! It's so long."
The villagers collectively exclaimed.
The bold young man stretched his head and looked around curiously.
The timid woman even covered her mouth in fear when she saw the fingers slowly moving and growing.
It turned out that after the light shone on the baby, the baby's previously healed severed fingers suddenly sprouted like bamboo shoots after a rain.
Everyone can clearly see that first the bones come out of the wound, then the white bones grow muscle, and finally the green-white skin wraps the flesh.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the baby's broken finger recovered as soft and tender as before.
Walpole's wife's eyes widened, and her whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.
She stretched out her right hand, which was covered in scars from shouting for heaven and earth, and gently squeezed her son's new broken hand.
"It's true! It's true!" That gentle touch made Walpole's wife cry with joy.
Walpole also quickly stretched out his hand to hold it. The real touch made him, who had not shed a single tear from beginning to end, suddenly have a blurry vision.
"It's really grown..." Walpole's lips trembled with excitement.
"Auntie, the baby's fingers have grown out, the baby's fingers have grown out." From behind the crowd came excited voices: "Hey, auntie, auntie! The auntie fainted!"
The scene suddenly became chaotic again.
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The news that the Walpole doll's fingers were gnawed away by rats and eventually grew back thanks to the Internet's life insurance immediately caused a sensation in the village and became a topic of conversation among the villagers after dinner.
The story even spread on Greg's local forum.
On this day, a billowing smoke dragon suddenly appeared on the trail outside Licock Village, which attracted the attention of the villagers who were basking in the sun and weaving straw ropes at the entrance of the village.
Everyone looked up and saw two four-wheeled steam vehicles that had only been seen on the Internet, speeding towards them and kicking up billows of dust.
Not long after, two steel monsters stopped in the open space at the entrance of the village, attracting the attention of countless villagers.
The children looked at this scene with bright eyes and curiosity.
If the villagers are literate, they will find that the official text of Keville - Internet News Station is printed on the body of the car.
The car door opened and four people got out.
Two fighting warriors wearing magic leather armor, with fire guns, hammer of dawn sights, and large two-handed swords hanging on their waists behind them, armed to the teeth.
A formal magician wearing a gray robe, holding a gorgeous wand, and his whole body is constantly emitting surging magic waves.
—This is the official magician of Kweir. Each of them will automatically connect to the magic bank during a mission and have endless magic support.
These three people were vaguely protecting a young woman in a protective posture.
Compared with the three people who were scanning the village vigilantly, the young woman had a sweet smile on her face as soon as she got out of the car.
She walked up to the old man and said with a smile: "Hello, grandpa and grandma, I am a reporter from the Internet News Center of the Internet. I heard that a baby here had his finger bitten off by a mouse. Is it true?"
As she spoke, the young woman waved to the children who were timid and did not dare to approach, and took out a handful of candies from her pocket.