That fellow reached out to pull Old Lady Chen, her face finally showing a hint of panic. The originally icy and stubborn expression seemed to crack open a seam as she awkwardly dodged the man's touch and shouted: "Enough!"

  The accomplice stopped in his tracks. The other man also stared at the old man with a playful expression.

  The old lady said: "If... we do as you say, how can we guarantee our family's safety?"

  That man's eyes lit up, and he said: "Old lady, no need for guarantees. You're a clever person, you know we're just out here to make a fortune, why bother with taking lives? Leave some room for maneuvering, it's better to meet again on the road. Besides, I only robbed your house, but didn't take any lives, these are two different things. If we can get the money, who would want to stir up trouble for no reason? I have no grudges against your family. As long as you let us take what we want, we'll leave immediately, and tomorrow you can still continue with your music and dance, living your life of luxury. However, remember, everything I want to take, I will take."

  He said this, not just empty words, with some persuasive power. The old lady quieted for a moment and said: "In the third wardrobe of my room, there is another US dollar in the secret compartment. That's the money I prepared for my granddaughter to go abroad and our family's life-saving money."

  Everyone in the Chen family was staring at the old lady, I don't know what they're feeling right now. Maybe they've all gotten used to the old lady controlling everything in this house, including now, deciding their fate. But as I looked at the old lady's well-maintained and now calm face, I felt a few points of disgust. Because I thought, if she knew that resisting was useless and would ultimately surrender, why didn't she say where the money was hidden earlier? Did she have to wait until her own safety was threatened before speaking up? Why did she have to sacrifice Tang Lanlan's innocence in vain? Thinking about how Tang Lanlan usually followed behind the old lady like a little maid, trying to please her in every way. As an outsider, I thought about when Tang Lanlan was brought into the room and looked at the old lady with that gaze, it made me feel a bit choked up inside.

  In the pause of their conversation, I turned back to look at Wu Yu again. Although the wound seemed to have stopped bleeding outwardly, his face had become somewhat red. This was not quite normal. I reached out and touched his forehead, only to find it scorching hot.

  This is not a good sign. And I am at a loss for what to do.

  I looked around and quietly pulled out an old towel from the storage rack, with no water or alcohol available. I got up and tiptoed to the window. On the roof we had trampled on, there was still some residual snow. I wrapped a block of it in the towel, and the chill seeped into my hands, making them numb instantly. I endured it until the entire towel was wet, then brought it back, neatly folded it, and placed it on Wu's forehead. Then I prepared another towel, melted the snow, and used it to wipe his limbs clean.

  So he went back and forth, busy for four or five times, the temperature on his forehead temporarily dropped a bit. I looked at him, and my heart suddenly felt a few degrees of warmth and tranquility. Although it was completely out of place. Later, I rested for a while, raised my hand, and looked at my fingers that should have been frozen red, several of which were numb and had no sensation. Through my fingers, I saw the quiet moonlight still there.

  I also saw that near the window, at the corner of the wall below, there was a white box with a red cross on it. The box had been covered by a piece of cloth before, and as I came and went, the cloth slid off to the side, revealing the box.

  My heart skipped a beat. To think that Wu Yu is still hanging by a thread, his life slipping away like a strand of silk, and now he's running a high fever again - I'm really afraid he'll suddenly stop breathing at any moment. But now I've spotted a medical kit, it's like a divine intervention from heaven - if there's anything usable inside!