The Correct Way Of Feeding The Sick And Delicate Villain

I Am a Cannon Fodder Who Died a Miserable Death (2)

He looked so pitiful.　　

Ding Yi hugged the weak child in her arms tightly. She hardened her heart, turned quickly, and jumped into the well.　　

The cold water in the deep well was bone-chillingly cold. When the water submerged over Ding Yi’s head, her whole heart froze in terror. How deep was the well?!　　

She was very anxious. It’s over, it’s over. She transmigrated here for not more than two minutes, and she was already going to leave here?　　

Ding Yi’s head was submerged by water, and she felt that she could not hold on to the child for much longer. Just when she was in despair, a string of extremely sharp alarms sounded in her mind, and at the same time, a forcible transfer interface appeared.　　

This unfeeling yet kind system was fine!　　

When Ding Yi chose the transfer, she obviously felt that she could breathe. After that, there was a fit of dizziness, and she vaguely heard a series of red alarms sent frantically by the unprepared system.　　

【Red card! Host, please correct your attitude. Don’t take a vain attempt of perishing together with the target. You have triggered a violation!】　　

【Punishment for violation practices is confiscation of all novice benefits and half of the host’s health points! Red letter warning: If the health value is less than 10%, the primary host will be directly obliterated. Please do not randomly seek death!】　　

Ding Yi: “…”　　

Experiencing near-death, she argued strongly: How could this be considered a violation? I did this for the sake of saving someone!　　

The system showed no mercy and coldly replied, “Your argument is invalid. You already used your only survival skill. In the future, please be cautious to protect your life.”　　

In the first two minutes, she had casually used such an important life protection talisman?! Would it kill it to give some reminder earlier?　　

Ding Yi’s eyes darkened, a mouthful of blood came out her mouth, and she fainted.

…　　

Not knowing how much time had passed, when Ding Yi was completely awake, she realised that they had left the ancient well.　

She got up with difficulty and found out that they were in a lush bamboo forest.　

The rain had stopped. There were no people shouting and no chasing soldiers, Ding Yi knew that they were temporarily out of danger. She felt relieved and hurriedly went to see the unconscious little guy.　

Luckily, he did not have a missing arm or broken leg.　　

As a result, Ding Yi stretched out her hand to touch his face and was almost scalded by the child’s high body temperature!　　

Ding Yi was shocked: “He’s so hot! He is about to be cooked!”　　

What to do? What to do? If she doesn’t bring down that child’s fever, his extremely intelligent brain would definitely be cooked useless!　　

At that moment, the sick little villain shrank into a small ball, just like a cub losing its aggressivity. When Ding Yi’s hand reached to the back of his ear, the child muttered weakly: “…Mother.”　

The sick voice was so soft that it would disappear as soon as the wind blew.　

Ding Yi heard the faint palpitations of his heart, and she paced around anxiously. She turned around, saw some lights in the hidden depths of the bamboo forest, and was overjoyed. No matter what, just get through the night first.　　

She picked up the child and ran in that direction.

There was a cottage at the end of the road. Ding Yi knocked on the door, and the person who opened the door was an old woman with a crooked stature. Her sunken face had no expression, and her cloudy eyes looked through the dark night with some inexplicable chilliness.　　

The old woman looked up and down at the people outside with an alert look: “Who are you looking for?”　　

Seeing that the elderly had a fine complexion, Ding Yi hurriedly stated her intention: “No, we’re not looking for anyone. Elderly, the matter is that we accidentally got lost in the bamboo forest. The little brother was drenched in the rain and caught a fever. He really can’t walk anymore; can you allow us to spend the night here?”　　

The old woman saw the two of them in a battered situation and silently waved her hand: “Come in.”　　

Ding Yi was overjoyed and hurriedly thanked her repeatedly.　　

She didn’t expect that the silent elderly, who appeared to be fierce, was actually quite kind. Not only did she give them clean clothes to wear, but she also decocted herbs for her suddenly, saying that it was the best way to bring down the child’s fever.　　

When the elderly carried the decoction over, her eyes were staring straight at the child on the wooden bed. Her eyes narrowed and her rustling voice was laughing: “Oh, this little baby was born delicate. It would be a waste if he was not taken good care of.”　　

Inexplicably, Ding Yi got goosebumps from the coldness and responded with a smile: “Yes, sorry to cause you the trouble.”　　

At that time, the rain started crackling outside again. The old woman frowned, turned around and closed the window. She closed the door as she went out.　　

Ding Yi felt both rueful and grateful.　　

There were still many good people in the world.　　

She stirred the decoction, turned her head and suddenly met a pair of pitch-black and clear eyes. In an instant, all sounds went silent.　　

Under the dim light, the expression on the child’s overly beautiful face was silent and dull. Only his slightly trembling body vaguely showed that he was suppressing the feelings of extremely tense fear and anxiety.

A bloody smell lingered at his nose, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.　　

He was very scared.　　

Extremely scared.　　

Ding Yi saw the brother waking up leisurely and rambled with excitement: “Bro…well, are you awake? Come come come, drink the decoction first. Can you get up?”　　

The child opened his eyes, neither looking at her nor speaking.　

No wonder he’s the future brother. Even if he was muddled due to his fever and lost his temper, he still had such an imposing manner.　　

Therefore, the considerate Ding Yi carefully lifted the child up, intending to hold his back with one hand and feed him the decoction with the other. But when the decoction bowl was placed to the child’s mouth, it was suddenly swept away.　　

Collision sounds.　　

The ceramic bowl shattered, and the warm decoction spilled all over the floor.　　

“I…won’t drink,” said the still immature voice, carrying a hint of stubbornness that suppressed his sobbing tone, yet his eyes that were frosted with coldness revealed that that was not the case.　　

“You have a fever. How can you not drink your decoction,” Ding Yi controlled her temper, filled another bowl of cool decoction, and said gently.　　

The child with a gloomy expression repeated the old trick, swiftly overturning the decoction bowl and pouring it on Ding Yi’s face. He relentlessly said: “I won’t drink. Get lost!”　　

Ding Yi: “…”　　

That devil who made people tremble in fear was now an annoying damn child.