A Chong, who had been drowsy just now, reluctantly supported himself and said weakly, "Uncle, we really didn't fight..."

Zi Yang's father said with a heavy expression: "It doesn't look like I was injured. I have been walking in the world for decades and have never seen such injuries..."

Zi Yang's mother said, "You old maniac, don't squat there and make a fool of yourself. Scrub the child quickly and carry him to the kang..."

Zi Yang's father silently wiped the two children cleaned up, carried them to the kang and surrounded them with a quilt, and the two children were still trembling in the quilt.

The village was surprisingly quiet that night, and the noise of the roaring chickens and dogs suddenly disappeared.

The food and rice on the table did not move at all, and no one was in the mood to eat. Zi Yang's father squatted on the ground and hugged his knees with his hands at a loss. A Chong lay on the kang in a daze, gritting his teeth and chanting gently "Cold, cold... hot, hot". Beads of sweat as big as soybeans were flowing down on his white face.

Zi Yang sat on the side with tears in her eyes. Zi Yang's mother whispered to the man: "How about you go and invite the barefoot doctor from the village to see?"

Zi Yang's father said in a muffled voice: "The barefoot doctor went to Xiaowangzhuang's son-in-law for wedding banquet today, and I will not come back in the past two days."

Zi Yang's mother sighed and said, "What kind of evil is God committed? Why is this poor child so miserable?"

A Chong suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Uncle, I'm going to find my uncle."
Chapter completed!