Ying Hai gave the child an injection of potion.
Xu Huo saw that it was a stamina supplement and asked if he could handle a more potent potion.
"Thank you for your kindness," Ying Hai shook his head, holding the child's hand, "He can't even handle medicine now."
Silence spread through the crowd, until finally Ying Yu couldn't take it anymore, kicked a stool aside, and stormed out.
The elder hurriedly told Ying Hai to follow him, in case he did something drastic.
The child who was given the potion was a little more stable, but his weak breathing still showed life was slipping away.
The child's mother knelt by the bedside, her face streaked with tears, whispering in despair, "I don't understand... why must we suffer so much... If heaven wants us dead, why not just kill us outright… why torture my child like this..."
Her pain was the pain of everyone else too.
