God has some double standards

Ah Zhi and Bo Yu exchanged glances, and walked over quickly.

Qian Qian was pressing the boy's arms, anxiously: "Hey, hey, don't move around, your body is hurt, if you get hurt again, it will be so troublesome to apply medicine!"

The young man couldn't break free, lacked strength, and fell back on the bed again, coughing so loudly.

Ah Zhi asked, "What's the matter?"

Qian Qiandao: "When I just came in, I saw that he was standing up, he couldn't stand firmly, and fell down, so I hugged him back to the bed. I didn't know what he was going to do, I had to struggle to get up."

Ah Zhi leaned over and asked, "This... little friend? Do you need any help?"

The teenager just opened a pair of empty eyes, curled up his body, and let out a series of thin dry coughs from his throat, which seemed to be the pain involved in trying to resist the cough.

Azhi said to Qianqian: "Go and help me get some water, okay?"

Qian Qian nodded quickly, ran out hastily, and came back after a while, and stuffed the water into Ah Zhi's hand.

Looking at her, she hesitated, "I don't know how to feed him, I'm afraid he'll choke to death."

Before Ah Zhi could speak, Bo Yu hurriedly said, "I'll do it."

Ah Zhi shook his head: "Let me do it." He lifted the person forward, leaned against the wall, and put a soft pillow behind his waist, and waited until he had passed the most violent cough and his breath gradually calmed down. Slowly feed water into his mouth.

"Is it better?" Ah Zhi wiped the water from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief.

The boy rolled his eyes, and his black pupils stared at Ah Zhi without saying a word.Bystanders feel terrified just looking at it.Ah Zhi looked back indifferently, and asked patiently: "But I still feel uncomfortable."

Before the boy could answer, a faint bell sounded in the mountains, clearer and more profound.The boy's whole body trembled, and the black pupils seemed to be thrown into a stone, causing circle after circle of ripples.He scrambled, put on his shoes, and ran towards the back of the mountain.

"Damn it, a sick man can run so fast." Qian Qian couldn't believe it, "Is this bell so scary?"

Bo Yu looked thoughtfully at the direction in which the young man was leaving, and said, "Follow and have a look, don't you know?"

The boy ran frantically, regardless of how many cuts the roadside branches made on his body, he just ran towards a certain direction blindly.

The mountain road was uneven, and the boy fell several times. After he fell, he was not like other people. He would fall on the ground for a long time and couldn't get up. Even if he got up, he had to wait for the pain to subside for a while.He supported it with his hands, staggered a few steps on the ground like a beast, then straightened up and ran quickly.

He kept running, kept running, and ran to the place where the kitchen was serving meals, and stood quietly at the end of the line, with his eyes downcast and his head bowed.

The middle-aged man who delivered the meal saw him, frowned and said, "Little lunatic, I want you to chop firewood, where is the firewood?"

"Chai?" A trace of panic flashed in the eyes of the boy known as "Little Crazy", "Tomorrow... double the amount tomorrow."

The middle-aged man angrily knocked on the iron spoon and cursed: "You are a dead man! Huh? You can't do such a simple thing as firewood! What else can you do!"

The young man flinched: "Tomorrow... Make it up tomorrow."

The middle-aged man served the food cursingly, and looked at the faces of other people, as if he was used to this situation.

When it was the teenager's turn, there was only half a bowl of stalked rice, half a bowl of porridge and two steamed buns with whole grains, and even the leaves of the vegetables were gone, but there was some vegetable juice left.