Chapter 35: Thousands of lights, one is reserved for me
It was already late at night after leaving the Temple of the Spring Goddess. The group of people gradually dispersed and went back to their homes. Knight Nolan made a special detour and sent Gretel to an intersection not far from his home, and then parted ways with him.
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Grete was walking alone on the small street. Looking left and right, the houses on both sides were dark, without any lights. The owners were probably asleep. The occasional dog barking sounded silent, sounding half asleep and half awake.
Grete compared his memories in this darkness and tried hard to identify his house. But it was too dark around him. The houses all looked similar, low and cramped, and you could touch the eaves with your hand. He looked left and right, but he couldn't see anything for a long time.
When he arrived at a house that looked like his own, he couldn't help but secretly become impatient:
How reliable is the memory of my predecessor?——
To make matters worse, his stomach made a loud "gurgling" sound at this moment.
Gretel: "..."
It's not that he hasn't eaten dinner, but at this point, it's obviously all consumed. Where can he find something to eat in the middle of the night?
Did you save dry food before going out on patrol?
Even if I save it, can I still eat the brown bread after two or three days?
Maybe he should stay in the military camp tonight? Is it too late for him to go back and knock on the door now?
Various thoughts were floating in Gretel's mind. When he turned a corner, his eyes suddenly became bright. Twenty or thirty steps away, a warm light shone through a window. Although it was not bright, it was eye-catching enough in the dark night.
Gretel instinctively walked towards the house. After walking a few steps, the door creaked open. A thin woman, guarding an oil lamp, went out carefully. She raised her head and saw Gretel standing not far away, excited.
Color, waving to him forcefully:
"Little Gretel! You're back! Have you had dinner? - Karen! Edward! Little Gretel is back!"
With a crash, a group of people, led by Uncle Karen, rushed out of the house.
Gretel was stunned in place. For some reason, his heart felt sour and his eye circles were already red.
In his previous life, his parents divorced when he was very young. His mother worked hard to bring him up by selling hot dry noodles in the morning and rice porridge in the evening. Studying and practicing medicine, every final semester during school was like a college entrance examination, and after work, he worked overtime continuously.
There is never enough time to spend with my mother. I finally got promoted to deputy director and can relax a little bit, but my son wants to be raised and cannot be kissed.
From then on, among all the lights in the house, there was no one left for him.
until today.
"Aunt Eileen..."
He murmured. The woman had already rushed over and grabbed him, looking left and right:
"Little Grete, you're back! Are you okay? I knew that... wasn't a good thing! It's all thanks to you this time. Your Uncle Karen told me. Fortunately, you saved him..."
As she spoke, she dragged him towards the house. Grete followed her obediently, and was dragged into the house by her, pressing him down in front of the table. With a thud, a bowl full of broth was placed in front of him, and half of the meat bones came out of the soup bowl.
, the aroma is overflowing and makes your mouth water.
"Aunt Eileen, I've had dinner!"
Gretel tried to refuse. Before he could finish his words, his stomach made another growling sound. He blushed with embarrassment on the spot. Aunt Eileen laughed and ruffled his hair hard:
"Why are you being polite to your aunt? I've eaten so many meals with my aunt since I was a child, and I've never seen you embarrassed. - Besides, you saved your uncle Karen's life. If you are polite to your aunt, will your aunt have to pay for it?"
Will the treatment fee be paid to you?”
While talking, he was busy around the room. He was doing some cleaning and cutting a few slices of bread. He also untied the bacon strips hanging from the roof and sliced two slices of bacon. He pinched it with the bread and placed it neatly on Grete's right hand.
side:
"A half-grown boy is lucky to be able to eat. Eat!"
Grete smiled coquettishly. He no longer refused, holding bread in one hand and broth in the other, lowering his head to chew. Aunt Eileen watched him eating with a smile, turned around, and slapped her sons again like chickens:
"Go, go, go! What are you looking at? Go to sleep! Children won't grow if they don't sleep!"
Uncle Karen's two sons are both younger than Grete, Edward is thirteen years old and David is ten. The two teenagers looked at Grete eagerly and wanted to take a bite of the food, but they did not struggle against their mother, who was holding one in each hand.
Throw it into the bedroom.
Grete was also a little embarrassed. Just when he was about to speak, he felt his clothes being pulled:
"Brother Gretel..."
Gretel turned his head.
Standing next to her was a little girl of five or six years old, with thin clothes and a thin figure. Under the light, she looked up at Gretel, timidly, her face a little pale, and she reached out and raised something to his mouth:
"Brother, eat--"
Grete searched the memory of the original person and remembered that this was Uncle Karen's little daughter Avril, who was six and a half years old this year. Grete picked her up lovingly and let her sit on the stool next to her:
"Sister Avril, why did you run down here? It's cold at night..."
As he spoke, he held her raised arm and pressed it down gently. The little girl squirmed and refused:
"Brother, eat it!"
"Brother doesn't eat, you eat-"
"Brother saved dad! Brother eat!"
Avril insisted on raising her arms high. Gretel hid here and there, but was always defeated by the little girl's insistence. In the memory, the girl's body bones were always very weak, and her face turned pale when she exercised a little bit, and Gretel didn't dare to let Avril get too tired.
He turned around helplessly and complained to Aunt Eileen:
"Auntie, really, why would you tell Avril about this kind of thing?"
"Of course I have to tell her." Aunt Eileen smiled and stood aside, even raising her chin to signal Gretel that there was no need to refuse. Gretel had no choice but to open her mouth and let Avril stuff the piece of stuff into her mouth.
As soon as the tip of the tongue touches it, the faint sweetness spreads, and it turns out to be a piece of maltose. A candy that was not worth mentioning in the previous life is a rare source of sweetness for children in this world. If you get a piece, you often have to treasure it for a month or two.
"thank you……"
Grete gently touched Avril's hair. The little girl smiled back, then suddenly burst out into a coughing fit. She pressed her hand on her chest and her face turned red. Grete hesitated for a moment, then reached out to pat her on the back.
As soon as he lowered his eyes, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
It was early summer, and the weather had begun to get warmer. The little girl ran out wearing slippers. Her little toes were exposed outside the shoes. The nails on her toes, which should have been light pink, looked a little dark under the light.
Cyanosis?!
The alarm in Grete's heart rang loudly. He rubbed his eyes, not believing it, fearing that he had seen it wrong. He reached out and moved the oil lamp to the table, letting the light shine directly on the little girl's feet, and took a closer look -
That’s right, Avril Lavigne’s toenails are indeed a little purple and cyanotic! It’s indeed cyanosis!
Aunt Eileen had also rushed over at this time. Aunt Eileen had already rushed over, held her daughter in her arms, and gently patted her back. While patting, she answered Gretel's question:
"It's okay. Avril just doesn't like to move. Her body is weak and she tends to cough when the seasons change."
Gretel was stunned. Fragments in her memory appeared bit by bit. Avril had been in poor health since she was a child. She got tired easily. She liked to cough every time the seasons changed. She was smaller than her peers...
After a while, Avril's coughing stopped, and the flush on her face gradually subsided. Gretel took the opportunity to observe carefully, and saw that her lips were pink and slightly white, but there was no sign of cyanosis. When she raised her little hand, she saw that her fingernails were also transparent.
With a thin pink color.
The lower body is heavier than the upper body. Dissociative cyanosis.
Grete's heart couldn't stop sinking. All the signs together pointed to a disease that he didn't want to doubt, but had to consider.
Don't worry, don't worry, it's not necessarily the case. Gretel tried his best to comfort himself and forced a smile, "Aunt Eileen, you know, I have become a healer recently. Sister Avril has a bad cough, can you give me a root canal?
Son, would you like me to listen to her breathing sounds?"