The Talented Doctor

"Daddy, I... Am I dying..."

The little boy lying on the bed opened his eyes with difficulty, looking at the tall man kneeling by his bed.

The little boy looked like he was eight or nine years old. He was supposed to be Xueyu's cuteness, but at this time he was thin and thin.

The eye sockets were deeply recessed, the bottom of the eyes was bruised and dark, the lips were dry and cracked, and the temperature on his body was scorching hot.

The seven-foot man by the bed, hearing the child's words, couldn't help but flushed his eyes, and muttered, "Hey Qi'er, the witch doctor is about to worship the gods, and the punishment of the God of Chakra will pass soon. By then, You can recover."

The little boy called Qi'er was not overjoyed when he heard the words. Instead, he opened his eyes and said with difficulty: "But...I...I heard that the **** will make...Xiao Nuo die, I...I don't want to be small. Nuo is dead... Dad, I want to live with Xiao Nuo... ugh~~~"

Halfway through the conversation, the little boy straightened up suddenly and vomited constantly.

But his stomach was already empty, so all he could vomit was acid water, and under his body, there were also yellow marks dampened, which was an incontinence condition.

"Qi'er--!" The man and his wife yelled and rushed over.

The little boy kept twitching, his eyes turned white, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

The man’s wife finally broke down and wept loudly, "God, if you really want to punish, please come to me, please let my child go! This is my only child, please don’t Take him away, please!"

Crying and crying, the man's wife suddenly fell to the ground with a bang, her body kept convulsing, foam and food residues overflowed from her mouth, and vomiting sounded from her throat.

"Nina--!" The man screamed and hugged his wife. Seeing her pale complexion and her body that kept trembling cold and trembling, the man froze.

Holding his convulsive fainted son in one hand and his vomiting wife in the other, hot tears flowed from the man's eyes.

However, Nina laughed, and her smile was particularly relieved, "Cullen, you see, God Panchu heard my prayer, he let our children go and put the punishment on me. Qi'er is saved. , Great, Qi'er is saved..."

Cullen looked at his fainted and smiling wife, and then at his son who had stopped breathing next to him, and finally couldn't help letting out a cry of grief.

And this kind of crying and despair is staged and repeated in the Cangda tribe all the time.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and it is getting colder.

Cullen hugged his son who had stopped breathing and walked to the Navan River like a wandering soul.

Qi'er died and was taken away by the God Pan, and their only baby would never come back.

And now, even his wife is about to leave him.

If this is the punishment of the God of Disciple, why, why not even take him away?

With tears, Cullen slowly put his son's body into the water.

The rule of their Cangda tribe is to put the dead into the Nawen River, so that the mother river that gave birth to them will bring the deceased back to the Pancha God, and bless him with happiness and well-being in the next life.

The child's cold body sank into the water and was quickly swept away by the rushing river. Cullen fell to his knees with a puff, and couldn't help letting out a painful whine.

Suddenly, there was a flower in front of him, and a shadow flashed by, and the corpse of his son, who had been taken away by the river, was actually brought back by something.