The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

By the time Cheng Feng finished treating the wound, the child had already fainted on the ground, with only a weak breath hanging on to his life.

Shang Xi came over when she saw that the child was almost done. Seeing that the child was sweating profusely and exhausted, she felt a little worried.

She and Cheng Feng had good intentions to save the child, but were also worried that the child would die at Cheng Feng's hands. After all, the child had been wounded by a sword, and not only had it not healed for over a month, but the wound had become infected. Cheng Feng was not a serious doctor, not even a half-baked one. Thinking about it, her decision just now was really reckless.

"Cheng Feng, what's wrong? Why is this kid rolling his eyes? Is he okay?"

"He's in pain, but it's nothing serious. The wound was treated a little roughly, but it was done very cleanly. I just gave him a life-extending pill, which should keep him alive. Let him lie down in the shade. People like him are blessed by nature and are very tough."

Looking at the dying child, Shang Xi couldn't remain indifferent. She wiped the child's sweat herself, and then fanned the child with a fan to dispel the heat. "What a poor child!"

Cheng Feng was carefully wiping his dagger with a handkerchief. He didn't feel much emotion after hearing Shang Xi's words. Speaking of pity, which of the refugees who were stopped outside the city was not pitiful? There were more than just this child who were sick, injured and disabled here, so he had already made a secret decision in his heart to go to the palace to find his uncle again at night.

"This kid is lucky. He was able to come to Fengqi with such a serious injury. If it were someone else, they would have died long ago. Don't look at him as dizzy now. In less than half an hour, he will be up and moving freely."

At first, Shang Xi didn't believe Cheng Feng's words, because the child in front of her was only breathing his last breath, and was drowsy as if he had lost consciousness. It was hard to say when he would wake up.

But just half an hour later, the child unsteadily opened his eyes and sat up. His already pale face now had a hint of dark blue, and he looked like he hadn't recovered from a serious illness. Shang Xi asked worriedly, "Big Eyes, how are you feeling? Are you feeling unwell?"

The child shook his head and said listlessly, "It's all fine, but my mouth is very bitter."

Hearing this, Shang Xi took out a handful of candy from his pocket and said, "When we were distributing the candy just now, you were asleep, but I helped you get a handful. You can eat this candy and your mouth won't be bitter anymore."

Hearing that there was candy to eat, the child perked up again, and his whole face was smiling. He eagerly stuffed a piece of candy into his mouth, tasted it carefully again and again, and then said to Shang Xi with sparkling eyes: "Sweet——"

Seeing that he was full of energy, Shang Xi felt relieved. She put the candy in the child's pocket and said to him, "If your mouth is bitter, eat a piece of candy. If you are tired, lie down and rest. If you feel uncomfortable, call for help."

The child touched the thick gauze wrapped around his waist and felt relieved. "Will this wound on my waist heal soon?"

Cheng Feng smiled and looked at the child. "I used a needle to sew up your wound. As long as you don't run or jump and take good care of yourself for a few days, the wound will definitely heal."

Cheng Feng's words made Shang Xi look at him fiercely, "Can you sew a wound?" In her impression, Cheng Feng couldn't even mend clothes, so why did he think of sewing on a wound?

"I've seen military doctors sew it up in the military camp, so I don't think it's difficult."

Shang Xi opened her mouth in shock at Cheng Feng's words. Cheng Feng was really brave. He dared to do it after seeing it. What was being sewn was a wound, not a rag. How could Cheng Feng have the courage to put the stitches in?

However, the child was very happy when Cheng Feng said that his wound was sewn up with thread. "I am not afraid anymore after it is sewn up. It couldn't close up before, but this time it will definitely close up. That's great. This way I won't die."

It turned out that he also knew that it would be fatal if his wound never healed.

Cheng Feng handed him a small medicine bottle and said, "Don't be too happy too soon. This bottle contains pills. One pill early and one pill late. I wish you a speedy recovery."

The child smiled happily, hid the medicine bottle in his clothes, and said, "You saved me, and I didn't even know who you were."

Cheng Feng smiled and said, "You don't need to know who we are. Your first priority is to heal your wounds and live well."

The child said stubbornly: "If you don't tell me who you are, how can I repay you in the future?"

"If you can survive, walk the right path, and not cheat or deceive others, that will be your way of repaying us."

"I'm not a liar..."

Cheng Feng interrupted him: "Boy, save your energy to recuperate, and don't waste it making up stories for me. I don't care what your name is, how old you are, where you live, or how you got here. These are not important. You don't have to rack your brains to make up stories for us. When I listened to your stories, I couldn't even find your shadow in my mother's womb. You should focus on recuperating, don't let your imagination run wild, and don't think about it. Although this place is outside the city gate, it is much safer than your Dalang, especially for a poor refugee like you. No one will cheat you of your money, not to mention you don't have anything valuable on you."

“I’m afraid of being abducted by human traffickers.”

"You're overthinking it. If you didn't have the wounds on your body, someone might still want you. But with these injuries, who would kidnap you?"

"My second uncle..."

The big eyes rolled, and Cheng Feng felt that he was going to make up a story for him. Cheng Feng had a lot of things to do, and he didn't have time to listen to his stories. There were many people who came to him to gain sympathy, and he also had to distinguish the true from the false. "Okay, don't mention your relatives to me, I don't want to hear your story."

The child lowered his head shyly, picking at his fingers, and insisted, "...Then I have to repay you too!"

"No need!" Cheng Feng was afraid that the kid would get entangled with him. It was hard to say what amazing things a stubborn person could do.

"I want to repay a favor. I heard everyone say that you are the beggar prince and princess, royal relatives. Is that true? If you are royal relatives, I will definitely be able to find you when I want to repay a favor."

"No, there's no need. As long as you can survive, that's fine. As for the repayment you mentioned, there's no need. We saved you out of pity. We have no plans for you. Just put your heart back in your stomach."

The child lowered his head and stopped talking. He could feel Cheng Feng and Shang Xi's kindness towards him, but he could also feel that Cheng Feng didn't like to pay attention to him. The reason was that he didn't tell the truth, so people thought he was a liar. Now when he wanted to tell the truth, people didn't want to listen.

The child was obviously a little depressed, but apart from his illness, Shang Xi and Cheng Feng didn't care about his emotions. People were distributing porridge here, and it was impossible for them to surround him, a beggar-like refugee.