I just broke up with my boyfriend and then I transmigrated into the world of "The Lost Tomb&quo

Rain began to fall from the sky, and the sky seemed somewhat anxious.

Ling Xiao looked up at the sky, grinned, and said, "Brother Xiao Hua, did you see that? Even the heavens are on my side!"

Ling Xiao walked barefoot all the way to the courtyard house. His soles were worn and broken by the stones and the road, and there might even be some shards of glass stuck in them. Blood mixed with rainwater and mud, and his clothes were clinging to his body because of the downpour. Everything looked so disheveled.

Standing at the entrance of the courtyard house, Ling Xiao didn't choose to go in. He glanced at his phone and then just stood there, looking like he wanted to go in but didn't dare to.

When Xie Yuhua drove back, he saw Ling Xiao standing at the door. As soon as he stopped the car, Ling Xiao fell to the ground. Xie Yuhua quickly got out of the car and carried the child into the courtyard.

"Cheng Yu!" Xie Yuhua shouted at the door of Cheng Yu's house, holding Ling Xiao in her arms.

Upon hearing Xie Yuhua's voice, Cheng Yu hurriedly shoveled a few mouthfuls of rice into his mouth and asked, "What's wrong, Master Hua? Why is it raining so heavily..." Before Cheng Yu could finish speaking, he looked up and saw Ling Xiao. He quickly threw his bowl aside and anxiously stepped forward to ask, "Sir, what happened?"

Xie Yuhua did not answer him, but instead ordered, "Go and call the doctor. I'll take him back to his room first."

After his child was hospitalized last time, Xie Yuhua felt it was necessary to hire a family doctor. He was even thinking of telling his child when he returned that they wouldn't need to go to the hospital anymore, but unexpectedly...

"Hey!" Cheng Yu responded and immediately ran out to find a doctor, completely forgetting that he even had a telephone.

Jieyuhua carried Lingxiao back to their room, put the child on the bed, fetched warm water, and wiped him with a towel.

The child's dirty face was slowly wiped clean, revealing the purplish-blue handprint. There was also a crack at the corner of his mouth, indicating that he had been hit quite hard. Xie Yuhua's hands trembled slightly as he touched the handprint. He couldn't think of anyone else who could have hurt the child. Could it be the child's sister?

The more he wiped, the more his heart ached. Finally, he simply threw the towel into the basin of water and turned his head away. It wasn't that he didn't want to clean the child's wound, but the wound was too shocking to bear. He couldn't imagine what the child had gone through. The wound had turned white from being soaked in rainwater, yet it was still bleeding continuously.

Not to mention the children's feet, those tiny feet that were even more delicate than a girl's feet, are now completely unrecognizable.

When Cheng Yu carried the family doctor over, Wu Xie also came over. He was about to ask the family doctor some questions when he heard Cheng Yu say that something had happened to Mr. Wu Xie. Without saying a word, he carried the family doctor away!

Even the family doctor himself probably never imagined that one day he would open his practice in such a unique way.

The family doctor was put down by Cheng Yu. Suppressing her urge to vomit, she straightened her wet clothes and was about to scold Cheng Yu when Cheng Yu pulled her to Ling Xiao's bedside.

"Doctor, I'm in trouble." Xie Yuhua said weakly to the family doctor when she saw that it was him.

"What happened to Lingzi?" Wuxie asked excitedly as soon as he saw the handprint on Lingxiao's face.

"I don't know. He collapsed when I saw him at the door," Xie Yuhua sighed and shook her head in response.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

I didn't get off work until after 10 pm today. I was typing like crazy, but I'm so sleepy, I can't go on. I'll continue tomorrow! That's all for today, time to sleep, family, goodnight! Sweet dreams.