Rebirth 80 Medical God Big Brother Divorce

"Brother, your feet are bleeding."

Brother, Li (Chu Jianan was called Li at that time) was stunned for a moment. This was the first time someone called him brother in the past two years since his family was broken up.

In the past two years, those who had seen him, without exception, those who did not know his identity, mistook him for a girl. Those who knew his identity all smiled at him in an ambiguous way.

Those people usually shouted at him: Hey, come here.

It seems like his name is Hello.

A few people called his name, Li, come here.

Those people would pronounce the word "li" in a very strange tone, making him feel violated for no reason.

At this moment, this little white and tender baby was looking at him with a sweet smile on his face.

"Brother, are you in pain?"

The little girl staggered over, squatted in front of him, stretched out her tender little white hands, and gently stroked his feet.

His skin was very sensitive. Over the years, what he hated most was being touched by others. The psychological state of disgust triggered physiological changes. Once someone touched him, even just a light touch, every inch of his skin would be alerted, and the slightest touch would make him feel worse than death.

He hated himself for being like this, but he could do nothing about it.

In his eyes, the world had long been dark, without any hope or warmth.

The baby's approach made him feel overwhelmed. He was not used to being too close to people. He hated everyone.

Now, he stared at this white and tender little hand. The hand was chubby, and there were deep small round dimples on the round back of the hand. The soft and tender skin, the soft skin of a child, gently touched his feet. His feet were white and slender. Due to the constant dancing in the past two years, his toes became a little deformed. The pale toenails were painted with bright red nail polish, and the blood that flowed out from the sharp sand was coagulated...

"Brother, don't be afraid. This is the medicine that the nurse gave me. It won't hurt if you apply it."

Although the little girl was young, she spoke clearly. She held a small handkerchief in her soft little hands, stretched out her hands, and tried to dip them in water, and then touched the dirt and blood on his feet. Because the little girl was too young, he noticed that every time she reached forward to dip her hands in water, her embroidered shoes standing by the pond would get a little wet. When the little girl wiped his feet and walked back, the embroidered shoes were so wet that only the uppers were dry.

The little girl took out a small green porcelain bottle from her bosom, opened it, poured the powder inside onto his feet, and rubbed them gently. He could feel the powder on his feet, a comfortable and cool feeling.

He was born in a family of generals, and he could tell at a glance whether these wound medicines were good or bad. He could tell that the medicine the little girl applied to him was a top-grade wound medicine. After applying it, the wound would be completely healed in two days. Of course, this was for people who were recuperating. For a person like him, no matter how good the medicine was, it would be useless to him. Because when he returned home, his master might whip him, or even step on his injured foot with his booted feet.

But when he thought about these things, he would not be sad anymore. For a person who had completely given up on his own body, for a person like him who felt that his body was dirty and not worth protecting at all. The wound was too deep, the pain was too severe, so what?