The doctor carefully scrutinized , whispered sothing to his colleague, and then nodded in agreent.
I etched his face deeply in my heart. He is my benefactor.
The doctor ca to my house, his brows furrowed, seemingly troubled.
He stabilized Grandma’s condition and then told that his dicine would only work for a while; Grandma’s body was already extrely weak, her vitality flickering like a candle, even if she recovered this ti, surviving a year would be improbable.
A year, it seems so short.
A year, it seems so long.
I have no other choice.
After Grandma woke up, she sotis recognized , sotis not. The doctor was powerless about this as well; he said it could be dentia, or her brain might have been damaged by a fever, he told this disease has no cure. Though he sympathized with , he truly was powerless.
I really don’t bla the doctor; I’m very grateful to him, but we have no money left, I can only weave him a Moon Tsubaki Crown.
With Grandma dented, even with all my efforts, it’s hard to take care of her properly.
As the doctor said, this is a terminal illness, I can’t reverse it, it’s sothing that prayer, hard work, and pleading cannot achieve.
No one will secretly hand an egg again, no one will give a hug when I co ho again, no one will hold , gently tidying my hair again.
I want to be strong, strive to spend the last year with Grandma in an upbeat and optimistic way.
It’s not achievable...
Really not achievable.
Seeing Grandma unable to recognize , even stopping as she walks, looking around blankly, no matter how much I suppress myself, I would wonder, whether what I’m doing is right or wrong.
All this, for Grandma, is it salvation or the cruelty of a prolonged struggle?
I can’t distinguish...
Perhaps it’s destiny.
Or maybe, there really are Gods, truly great existences watching over the Human Realm, allowing a glimr of life amidst despair.
In the first spring after Grandma’s dentia, the doctor who had treated Grandma that year found .
He said that considering I didn’t scream or shout at him after knowing Grandma’s condition was incurable, and endured the tears to weave him a flower crown, he specially inquired a piece of news for .
He said, in that Old Leyan Territory, the place where my parents perished, also now the territory of those White Folks Knights who once hired him to diagnose along the way, there is a very confidential dical experint.
He said this experint urgently needs elderly people, dentia patients, congenital idiots, and other ntally degraded or dying patients for the experint.
In other words, they need test subjects.
My parents died on that land because of the evil Nobles’ experints.
And now, a benefactor tells that a kind Lord has co to that land, who also needs test subjects to verify so technology.
Irony?
Or is it the last hope?
The doctor told that this experint is not sothing ordinary people can participate in, it’s best to have a feud with Fiery Fla Land, be able to prove oneself has lived in South Ridge for several generations, and have family mbers who served in the military... In short, the requirents are highly confidential and absolutely cannot be leaked.
Because Grandpa once served in the military, Grandma happened to et the requirents.
I lifted my head and looked at the Moonlight Magnolia outside the door.
The pale bluish-green leaves exuded a faint fragrance, just like that year.
Is Grandpa still protecting us even after he passed away?
I choose to believe.
I followed the doctor, taking Grandma to Xiawei Territory.
It was a very beautiful place, very different from the eerie castle of an evil Lord I imagined, and the Mountain People coming and going were also different from the savage and rude villagers the townspeople spoke of, they looked just like us, spoke the sa language, apart from being a bit stronger and having rougher skin, there was no difference.
Grandma was sent into the laboratory, while I stayed in an orphanage newly built in Xiawei Territory... Indeed, if Grandma passed away, wouldn’t I be an orphan?
Though Grandma hasn’t died, after entering that laboratory, perhaps, it’s no different from death.
I can only believe and wait.
The orphanage in Xiawei Territory is different from what I knew; children here don’t need to paste paper boxes, nor weave baskets; what we actually need to do is study.
Besides ordinary reading and writing, we also need to learn a subject called mathematics. The teacher tells us stories and also plays gas with us.
The teacher said I am very smart, the fastest among peers in learning words and arithtic, able to understand the lessons and anings in the stories, answering the teacher’s questions emphatically; I am also the most obedient, never running around wildly.
Perhaps. My master also said I learned carpentry quickly, in fact, not only that, I vaguely see that the gas the teacher plays with us are actually to train our ability to follow instructions, as well as to cultivate our teamwork and cooperation abilities, these are the gas that Grandpa used to play with .
Both the teacher and the dean like very much, and that doctor occasionally cos to visit ; my intelligence seems to exceed their expectations, as I can easily follow courses even adults find sowhat challenging.
As ti passes, I gradually understand that the orphanage I stay in, along with that doctor, are all mbers of a sect, and this sect is the new faith established by the local Lord, that Dragon God’s Emissary, Mountain People’s Lord.
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