She stared blankly at Aaron Ray, ignoring Milton Bryce’s repeated urging.
The Aaron Ray before her had his forehead wrapped in thick bandages. His hair had been shaved in parts due to stitches, revealing bare scalp. His face was swollen and bruised, lacking his usual handso charm.
Moreover, his legs were injured, and his arm was also wrapped in gauze.
She wanted to touch him but feared causing him pain. Her gaze slowly lowered, landing on Aaron Ray’s right hand, and tears suddenly fell.
Aaron Ray’s right hand was missing half.
Three fingers had been chopped off.
She cried desperately, and Milton Bryce was equally anxious.
"I struggled to bring him back, not for you to just sit and cry over him! Think of a way to heal him! The doctor said the broken leg bone has been set, but the left leg is too seriously injured; even if it heals, he’ll walk with a limp. That’s the best-case scenario! If it gets inflad, heaven forbid, we’ll have to saw off a section!"
The more Milton Bryce spoke, the less confident he felt. He anxiously asked her, "Can you heal him or not? If not, I’d better hurry and send him back! What if it really gets infected?!"
"I can heal him." She sniffed and wiped away her tears.
Milton Bryce looked bewildered, not understanding what she intended to do. He watched her tug at her collar, pinching a scale on her shoulder, her expression contorted in pain. In the next mont, a fish scale appeared between her fingers—
The fish scale had a skin-like blush, pale at the base, almost transparent, with small red blood droplets, vibrant scarlet.
She placed the fish scale in her mouth, chewed it a few tis, then fed it to Aaron Ray mouth to mouth.
"Can this thing really heal him?" Milton Bryce watched in amazent at Aaron Ray, staring for a long ti without seeing any change in his complexion. "Why isn’t there any effect? Is there more? Feed him a few more scales."
"Can’t feed him too much; his body won’t withstand it."
She gently covered the wound where she had removed the scale, looked at Aaron Ray’s face, and whispered, "Slowly nurturing him will make him better."
Broken bones will slowly nd;
Shaved hair will gradually grow;
Skin and bruised flesh, inflad wounds, will heal over ti.
But not everything in this world can rely on ti.
Fish scales are not a miracle cure; the chopped fingers won’t miraculously grow back, and the broken leg bone won’t allow him to walk briskly anyti soon.
After regaining consciousness, Aaron Ray lay in bed every day without speaking, ignoring whoever talked to him. He stared blankly at the ceiling, as if lifeless.
His body lived, but the spirit within him had died.
...
Milton Bryce helped Aaron Ray sit up, and get down from the bed to put on his shoes.
Aaron Ray’s foot was twisted, the instep swollen high, unable to fit into slippers.
Those people had aid for his knees, ankles, elbows—those joints. The injury was deep and bone-damaging. Though pain would lessen with ti, recovery to its original state was nearly impossible.
Unable to wear shoes, he refused to use a bedpan. Milton Bryce was left with no choice, finding a few old clothes as makeshift mats, laid out all the way to the bathroom, assisting him to walk slowly inside.
To urinate, he needed to unbuckle his pants. Aaron Ray stubbornly refused Milton Bryce’s help, using one hand against the wall while the other unbuttoned his belt.
The majority of his weight pressed on his injured legs.
Milton Bryce stood at the doorway, unsure if he should enter. He saw Aaron Ray’s entire body trembling, knowing without a doubt how much pain he was in.
Milton Bryce felt conflicted, hesitating whether or not to help—helping would hurt his pride, not helping might cause harm...
At that mont of indecision, Aaron Ray seed to have tired, attempting to shift his body’s weight, only to slip, falling heavily, urine splattering everywhere!
Aaron Ray was in a pitiful state!
Milton Bryce rushed to help.
Aaron Ray on the floor shouted angrily, "Get out!"
Milton Bryce stood awkwardly, caught in a dilemma, "Young master..."
"I told you to get out! Don’t you understand?! Get out!!!"
Aaron Ray propped himself up and slamd the bathroom door shut with a loud bang!
Imdiately following, sobs could be heard from inside.
... Rather than sobbing, it was more like a scream, a roar.
Pain mixed with rage and resentnt.
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