GB: Bai Yueguang is a villain again.

The summer rain in Country Y is always long and continuous.

The clouds in the sky were gloomy, heavy and depressing, and the rain was falling from the sky non-stop, bringing a chill.

In a corner of the slums, the bloody smell on the ground gradually faded, leaving only a few new dark red marks in the dirt accumulated over the years.

The mice in the dark rustled towards me, following the scent, greed glittering in their eyes.

And at the end of the smell of rust and decay, there was a tightly closed door.

Inside the door, in the cramped room, the dim lights kept shaking, and the windows embedded in the wall creaked in the wind and rain, as if they were about to sacrifice heroically in front of their owner in the next second.

The girl sat by the bed with an indifferent expression, looking at the unconscious middle-aged man on the bed.

The man had fair, well-maintained skin without a single wrinkle, and deep facial features. His brown hair was wet with sweat and stuck tightly to his cheeks. Although he was in a very disheveled state, one could still sense his extraordinary status and aura.

He must be a man who is either rich or noble.

The girl could tell at a glance.

Although she witnessed the man fighting with others, she still secretly brought him back when no one was paying attention.

She knew it was a dangerous decision, both because the man's enemies could find her at any time and because of the man himself.

She had heard the story of the farmer and the snake when she was a child.

But her years of experience in the slums have given her an exceptionally keen sense of smell. Opportunities always coexist with crises, and this is also her law of survival.

So what?

She was no longer satisfied with staying here. In order to climb up and leave this rotten and chaotic rat's nest, it would not hurt to take a gamble.

Apart from her worthless life, she had nothing to lose.

The girl took off the handkerchief that had become warm and placed it on the man's forehead, stood up and soaked it again in cold water.

When she turned around, she found that the man had opened his eyes at some point and was looking at her quietly, very calm.

When the man saw the handkerchief in Su Mo's hand, which looked no different from a rag, his pupils contracted quickly.

The girl raised her eyebrows, faced the man's slightly resistant gaze, and folded the handkerchief with a calm expression and put it on him.

The man accepted it because he had no strength to resist.

After a long silence, the man spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Thank you, young lady, for saving me from danger. I wonder what you would like to repay me with."

Although he is from country Y, his words carry the uniquely Chinese literary tone.

The girl seemed to be a little interested in him now, and tilted her head to look at him, "You can speak Chinese?"

"I am a mixed-race of two countries and I know a little Chinese. Miss, you are Chinese, right?" The man's voice was deep and the Chinese he spoke sounded surprisingly nice.

"You have good eyesight, I do," the girl nodded, relaxing slightly.

"My name is Vincent. May I know your name, young lady?"

The girl pursed her lips slightly, "I don't have a name, they all call me M."

The man showed just the right amount of surprise, then curled the corners of his lips, "It seems that this is something I don't know about, right?"

The girl named M didn't answer him, but just said: "You were in a coma for two days. I gave you the only antibiotics I have. If you want to survive, you have to rely on yourself."

She paused, "I hope you can hold on until your people find you."

After she finished speaking, she took out a worn, yellowed raincoat and walked out in the rain.

Vincent watched the girl leave, the curve of his lips gradually disappeared, and his eyes no longer had the sparkle they had just now.

"Interessante." he murmured.

After a while, his body, stretched to its limit, made him close his eyes again.

It was almost dark when the girl finally arrived.

She took out some new and old medicines and a shriveled piece of bread from her arms.

With a creak, the door was pushed open.

The man on the bed simply frowned and then returned to normal.

The girl closed the door without hesitation, blocking out the wind and rain, and threw her raincoat aside.

She filled a tattered kettle she had found from some corner with water and placed it on the half-broken stove to boil.

She thought about it and decided to break off a small piece of bread and put it in to cook together.

The dry bread was the best food she could find at the moment. The girl chewed it expressionlessly. From her expression, one could tell that the taste was not very good. It could even be said to be tasteless and difficult to swallow.

And the one on the bed...

In the slums, it was good enough to have something to eat. No matter where he was from, he could only eat bread soaked in water.

The girl thought maliciously that his expression would be very funny soon.

It took a long time for the kettle to make that old-fashioned creaking sound, which was a proof that the water was boiling.

When the lid of the pot was opened, the bread had been soaked beyond recognition, but it was still soft and delicious in another way.

The girl slowly swallowed the last bite of bread before she had time to process the "food".

Finally, a bowl with a notch filled with soft, water-soaked bread was created, with some white powder sprinkled in the middle of the bowl.

The man, perhaps sensing something, shuddered violently under the heavy quilt.

The girl rubbed her fingers which were a little red from being burned, and decided to show mercy and let the man go for the time being.

After all, at this temperature, he will die if he eats it.

After a while, the steam coming out of the bowl gradually subsided, and the girl picked it up again.

The black shadow reflected on the man's pale and sickly red face looked particularly terrifying.

The man opened his eyes warily, as if it was a habit ingrained in his bones and had happened hundreds of times.

"What is this?" After a while, his voice was almost as loud as a broken bellows.

"Eat and take medicine." The girl answered him concisely.

Facing the man's suspicious gaze, the girl calmly handed the "food" to him.

When the man saw the true appearance of the "food", he was almost scared to death.

He could swear that even before he became successful, he had never eaten such a horrible thing.

The girl saw his resistance and stuffed a spoonful of food into his mouth without saying a word.

The man wanted to vomit immediately, but because he was too excited, he accidentally choked.

Amid his heart-wrenching coughs, the girl silently put down the bowl.

But he still insisted, "It just looks unpalatable..."

But when the man glared at her with red eyes, she chose to keep her mouth shut.

It took the man a while to calm down.

When he was trying to breathe in vain, the girl seemed afraid that she might not be able to anger him to death.

"You really don't want to eat? You haven't eaten in a long time, and I even gave you antibiotics."

The man wanted to turn his head away and ignore her, but he didn't even have the strength to do so. His whole body felt as if it was burned, not to mention the pain just now. If he moved a little, he would faint again.

So he could only choose to close his eyes.

The girl curled her lips, said nothing more, and just sat there in a daze.

Before they knew it, they both fell asleep.

In the second half of the night, the man's fever became even worse.

The girl's hands that were supporting her head fell down, and her head also lowered.

Just as she was about to have an intimate contact with the table, she woke up in time.

There was no trace of sleepiness in the eyes that opened instantly.

She tilted her head and glanced at the man. The quilt covering him was not moving at all, but the slightly twitching nostrils proved that this man had a strong vitality.

The girl thought for a moment, and while he was unconscious, she fed the "food" on the table that could save his life into his mouth bit by bit.

After all, wasting food will send you to hell.

At first, the man probably felt threatened, his eyelashes trembled a few times, but he still did not wake up.

Fortunately, he can still swallow by himself.

So the girl became more and more unscrupulous, showing no pity for the unconscious patient and stuffing the last spoonful into him.

Facts proved that the man was not destined to die. After the girl performed a series of perfunctory "rescues", the burning heat in his body gradually subsided.

The rain outside the window gradually stopped, and a ray of light came in from the gap in the window.