After a few days, Uncle Two and Aunt Two really brought Xiaozhong back home. When they passed through the town, they came down to see Xiaoquan. The town doctor who accompanied them had also returned home, and the necessary prescriptions had been dispensed.
Upon seeing them, Liuliu had initially wanted to quickly inquire about Xiaotian's situation, but when she saw the young man in the bullock cart, she could not bring herself to ask.
The young man's face was sickly, without a hint of color. His faint breath was the only indication that he was alive. His face was thin, some parts a shade of black, tinged with yellow, and his lips, pale. His eyes were deeply sunken. His clothes were new, probably brought by Aunt Two. His hands were still scarred. She wondered what kind of scars were hidden beneath his clothing? Could they be worse than the ones Xiaotian had when he was injured by the tiger? Liuliu had such a feeling.