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After those people had all left, Ling Chuxi looked at the little boy on the ground. The little boy was dirty all over and looked to be about five or six years old. The original color of his clothes was no longer visible, and his hair was a sticky lump on his head. His face was so dirty that his face could not be seen, but his eyes were very bright. At this moment, he was only looking at Ling Chuxi. There seemed to be joy and relief in his eyes.

"You\'re fine ..." The little boy revealed a smile and said a few words in an almost inaudible manner.

"You ..." When Ling Chuxi heard this, her heart trembled. She understood that this little boy should be the owner of the old and worn handkerchief in the spatial ring. He was also the person who had "taken care" of her. Just as Ling Chuxi was about to say something, the little boy fell to the ground with a loud thud.

Ling Chuxi was stunned and went forward to pull him up, only to find that this child\'s body was frighteningly hot. Did he have a fever?

When Ling Chuxi pulled the little boy up, she felt something in his hand that he was tightly holding onto. It was half a hard mantou, its original color indistinguishable. Ling Chuxi\'s heart ached. This child clearly wanted to bring this hard-won bun to her. However, he was almost beaten to death because of this.

Thinking of the bright eyes of the little boy just now, another child who had a deep relationship with her appeared in Ling Chuxi\'s mind, Duan Xiaomo. She wondered how that child, mo, was doing. In Ling Chuxi\'s mind, the eyes of the child in front of her even gradually overlapped with those of Little Mo.

Ling Chuxi picked up the little boy and frowned slightly. This child was too thin. His bones were so disgusting that it hurt her hand. Needless to say, this child had suffered a lot, and it was a miracle that he was still alive. What about his parents? Could they all be gone? Why did things end up like this? Ling Chuxi had many questions in her heart, but now was not the time to think about them. Let\'s bring down the child\'s fever first.

Needless to say, this fever problem really gave Ling Chuxi a headache. The medicinal pills she brought were all top-grade medicine, and there was no ordinary fever medicine. She could only try to use the true energy in her body to treat this child. After that, Ling Chuxi did not know whether to laugh or cry. Because this was ineffective! A fever was not an internal injury, much less an external one! It had nothing to do with the meridians or Qi ocean ... In other words, Ling Chuxi could cure people who were injured to the point of death, but she could not cure this simple fever!

Fine, I\'ll use the most primitive method then.

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When the little boy woke up, he found himself in a warm bed. She had washed herself clean and changed into a set of strange clothes. Her head was no longer dizzy. There seemed to be a wet handkerchief on her forehead. This place seemed to be the run-down temple outside the village. However, he had never seen such a beautiful blanket in his life.

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