Qiao Wen was a natural adventurer at heart, and after Lin Nan passed away in order to save himself, he had traveled alone to many dangerous places. Therefore, he did not feel too uneasy about coming to this foreign world at first glance.
Uncle Hua was sure that he had survived, and although he was still surprised, he was relieved and said, "His pulse is much smoother, I'll boil some more medicine for you, Howie, you feed Man some hot water, and get a portion of the chicken velvet congee, so that he can eat something to renew his life in a hurry."
Howie hmmm'd and scrambled to pour a cup of warm water and bring it to Jovian's mouth.
This child also do not know whether it is born will not take care of people, or just be scared, hands and feet in a mess wet a large part of Qiao Wen lapel, favor Qiao Wen a little strength can not make on, can only endure him this rough and clumsy feeding.
Water really is the source of life.
After gulping down half a cup of it, Qiaowen instantly felt a lot more comfortable in this frail body.
Howie wiped his eyes almost tears of joy at seeing him drink so much water, huffing and puffing as he got up and prepared to run out for hot porridge.
Just before the person left the bedside, he was grabbed by Qiaowen's pale right hand that was as thin as a chicken claw, "Wait!"
I don't know how weak this body is in the end, just such a small action, Qiao Wen almost didn't take a breath, and the voice that barely spoke, was also breathless.
"What's wrong Man?" Howie asked hurriedly, "You've been passed out in bed for a few days and haven't eaten a thing, I'll buy you some congee to fill your stomach right away."
It turned out that he hadn't eaten for a few days, so it was no wonder that the original body had died, even if it wasn't from disease, it had to starve to death.
He took two hard breaths and asked, "Where's Nan?"
Howie said, "Uncle Wah said you have to go to a foreign hospital outside for this disease, we don't have enough money, Nan went to raise money for your medicine."
Qiaowen had inherited the original body's memories and had read most of the original text, and still remembered the plot.
In front of this young man called Ho Chai, his first name is Chen Xiaohao, is Chen Canaan grew up together with his cousin, but also his future beloved, not very bold ability is also general, but the character of the loyal and honest, his cousin can be said to be loyal to him.
Listening to his answer, Qiao Wen knew that he had guessed correctly, Chen Canaan this is in order to raise medical expenses for the original body to kill people, except that Howie clearly did not know the truth, only thought that ordinary raise money.
Qiao Wen had the memories of his original body, so he naturally knew what kind of person the original sickly Qiao Wen was.
Although born in the Kowloon Walled City this kind of fish and dragons mixed slums, but Qiao Wen nature of goodness, has always been very opposed to Chen Canaan mixing clubs, in his memory, although Chen Canaan impulsive and reckless temperament, fighting and brawling is commonplace, but is not a bad boy, on the contrary, the character of the integrity of the rather chivalrous and righteous.
The sickly young man who was no longer there would have been saddened to learn that his Nan had gone off to kill people for money for himself, and had been on a path from then on that eventually led to his death by random gunfire at a young age, I'm sure.
Qiao Wen thought to himself that since he had borrowed his body to be reborn, he should always do something for him.
According to the theory of the butterfly effect, his arrival had brought to life Qiaowen, who had originally died today, and there should be a good chance that the fate of the others would change from then on as well.
Besides, he had always believed that he was in charge of his own destiny.
It was only that this body was currently too bad, not to mention trying to figure out how to stop Chen Canaan, it was difficult to even get out of this black clinic.
Still have to eat first to get some energy.
He let go of Howie's hand and said, "Go get it, get two, and come back soon."
Howie these days followed the cousin every day to take care of Qiao Wen, at first Wen can still eat a little, to these two days, is even water can not drink, Uncle Hua said that people to the water can not drink, is incurable, let them hurry to send to the foreign hospitals, may still be able to save back.
However, the foreign hospital is expensive, pay money first before acceptance, they did not even come up with a fraction of the money, cousin said he will get the money tonight, let him keep a good eye on Wen, just saw Wen no air, he almost did not die of fear.
I don't know how Man came back from the dead, but it's good to be alive.
I wonder how things are going with my cousin.
Howie rubbed his head in confusion, having just cried and swooned his way out the door.
Jovian closed his eyes and sat back against the bed waiting for the food that would save his life.
Howie couldn't take care of people, but he was pretty good at running errands, and in just a few minutes, he returned with two steaming bowls of congee, "Ah Man, eat quickly. Uncle Wah said that as long as you can eat, you'll be fine."
Because Qiaowen's resurrection from the dead had filled the seventeen year old teenage boy with so much energy that he couldn't wait to dunk the two bowls of porridge into Qiaowen in one gulp.
Jovian ate half of it, slowed down, couldn't stand the bratty kid any longer, took the bowl from his hand, shook his weak hand, and physically handicapped himself with a hearty meal.
Jovian wasn't able to feel what exactly was wrong with this body, or perhaps it was because of his arrival that the original illness had inexplicably dissipated, leaving him with only tangible weakness and severe hunger.
He couldn't even taste too well how this Chicken Mushroom Porridge really tasted, just desperately wanting to fill his empty stomach. The two bowls of congee were eaten cleanly, finally barely feeling full.
Because of these two bowls of hot congee, Qiao Wen's pale and frail face finally floated a layer of not-so-obvious blood color with great difficulty, and his originally lifeless black eyes also brightened a few points.
In short, you can be sure to return from the netherworld to the yangworld as a great living being.
Howie is not very smart, but also quite a bit of observation. He and Qiao Wen grew up together, not to mention the time of illness, is the body of a decent day, Wen is always sickly, with a glass man in general, as if with a touch of the hand will be shattered to the west, at this time, although it still looks weak, but the expression of the eyes is clearly with the weekdays are completely different.
Howie couldn't tell where it was different, staring wide-eyed at Qiao Wen, racking his brain, finally pulling a word out of his uneducated mind, and instantly shocking himself again, he sat crookedly on the ground with a plop and howled, "Wen, you're not coming back to life, are you?"
Jovian: "......" The book is true, the kid really isn't very bright.
Not waiting for him to answer, Uncle Hua had already walked in and slapped Howie on the top of the head, "Bad boy, mourning again!" He looked at the two clean lunchboxes next to him and said, "Being able to eat means you're fine, don't scare yourself."
Howie finally stopped wailing again and stood up with a sniffle.
Two bowls of porridge under the belly to return the Yang, Qiao Wen finally have the energy to consider the reality again.
He looked around the room and his eyes landed on the aged wall clock on the dull yellow wall, the hands of which were pointing at five o'clock in the afternoon.
The book wrote that the day the hero Lin Zihui's father died was when the father and son were having evening tea, and that had to be seven or eight o'clock in the evening before Chen Canaan made his move.
He still has time.
thought, the man had gotten out of bed.
Seeing this, Ho Chai stepped forward to help him, and said in a panic, "Ah Man, what do you want? Just tell me what you want, you just woke up, lie down and recuperate."
The moment he stepped onto the ground, Qiaowen only felt both of his legs go completely uncontrollably soft, but fortunately, Howie held himself up.
After panting for a while with both eyes blacked out, he finally managed to catch his breath.
Although I know that the original body has just returned from the ghost gate, this body ...... is not too weak.
Qiaowen grew up with a healthy body and developed athletic ability, but now that he had gotten such a skin, he was not used to it for a while.
However, he also knew that this situation should be due to the fact that he had been lying in bed for a long time.
After sitting on the edge of the bed for a while to calm down, Qiaowen tried to get up again, and although it was still a bit of a struggle, he was barely able to move freely.
Seeing that he was about to walk out, Howie held him up and said urgently, "Mann, don't move, if anything happens again, my brother will come back and have to kill me."
Qiaowen smiled softly at him and said, "I'm fine, it's just really hard to lie down for a long time, I need to get out and move around."
Outside, Uncle Hua said in a loud voice, "That's right, it's time to move around and let the qi and blood flow, which will be beneficial to the body's recovery."
Howie sniffed and finally stopped obsessing and nodded, "Okay, I'll stay with you."
Qiao Wen did not immediately refuse, and with his assistance, lifted the cloth curtain in the inner room and slowly walked out. Uncle Hua in the outer room, was sitting behind the table taking the pulse of an old woman with a withered description, hearing the two men move, his eyes flicked up, slanting his eyes, the old god commanded, "Come back early to drink the medicine."
"Okay Uncle Wah."
Qiaowen continued to walk outside, subconsciously looking up as he passed a mirror in the house, then was slightly stunned.
The original body in the book only exists in Chen Canaan's memory, almost no positive description, only know is a childhood in the pot of medicine soaked up the sick child, as for what looks like, completely unknown.
The mirror was a bit old, and the surface was not very clean, but Qiao Wen could still see the original body's face clearly. Even though his face was full of disease and so thin that he had lost his looks, he could still see the declining sun in his features. Long eyebrows and long eyes, dark eyes scooped up a pool of water, high and straight nose, thin lips with a little natural upward curvature, is a standard wind and weak willow beautiful man looks.
Qiaowen sighed inwardly and walked out of the not-so-big door of Uncle Wah's clinic with Howie's assistance.
Accompanied by a stench of corruption and a wave of humid heat that hit his face, as far as Qiaowen's eyes could see, there were crowded, cramped and dilapidated tenement buildings, as well as a mishmash of dirty, narrow streets and alleys.
It was still a bright day, yet the densely packed buildings and half-empty power lines blocked most of the light, making this a shadowy place where the sun didn't shine.
Kowloon Walled City, where Canaan Chan and Qiao Wen grew up, was also the most famous slum in Hong Kong City before the 1990s.
A city entrenched in the heart of the city, the legendary Sin City.