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"Don't go delivering food to him anymore," Zhao DabaO said, gripping his daughter's arm with a serious expression. "With such a severe injury, Lin Tao is beyond saving. Bringing him food now is pointless."
Zhao DabaO had just entered the tent to check on Lin Tao's condition. He could see that such a deep wound, one that penetrated to the bone, would be fatal without professional treatment and anti-inflammatory medication. Their family's food supplies were already running low, and Zhao DabaO was unwilling to waste any on someone who was likely to die.
"But... are we really going to just abandon him?" Zhao Cuihua's gaze wavered as she looked down, unsure of what to do. Her relationship with Lin Tao had never been strong; even before marrying him, she knew he had a bad reputation in the village. Many, including her father, had advised her against associating with someone like him.
Yet, a woman in love often ignores such warnings. At that time, Zhao Cuihua firmly believed she could change Lin Tao and lead him onto the right path. Lin Tao had promised her he would turn over a new leaf and live an honest life.
However, after their marriage, Lin Tao's true nature was revealed. He was lazy and often dragged her brother, Zhao Lizhu, into stealing and gambling. They had fought many times over these issues, and on the day they went up the mountain, they were still in a cold war and unwilling to live together.
But when she saw Lin Tao suffering from a gunshot wound yesterday, his face twisted in pain as he appeared before her, Zhao Cuihua couldn't help but feel compassion and wanted to help him. Now that Zhao DabaO suggested giving up on Lin Tao, she still felt hesitant.
Seeing his daughter still indecisive, Zhao DabaO snatched the bowl from her hands and said firmly, "It won't do any good. In a couple of days, he'll be dead anyway."
Upon hearing her father's words, Zhao Cuihua fell silent and lowered her head.
Inside the tent, Lin Tao waited for his wife to bring him food. As evening approached and darkness fell, he realized that Zhao Cuihua had not come. A sinking feeling washed over him; perhaps the Zhao family had already given up on him.
Lin Tao's father worked in the city and only returned once or twice a year. He had always lived with the Zhao family. If they abandoned him now, he would have no one else to turn to for help.
Driven by his instinct for survival, Lin Tao wanted to go to the Zhao family and plead for some food. However, the infection had caused inflammation that left him too weak to even stand. It felt as if he were trapped inside a furnace, burning with fever.
Lin Tao trembled as he whispered, "I don't want to die yet... Help... help me."
Two days later, the wound on Lin Tao's shoulder had completely festered and rotted, developing into gangrene. The skin around the wound was severely necrotic, appearing a deep purplish-black, which looked horrifying.
Amidst the dual torment of hunger and pain, Lin Tao finally breathed his last that night. Zhao DabaO arrived with several members of the Zhao Family, and together they carried Lin Tao's body away, burying it alongside his son, Zhao Lizhu, on the hillside to the north.
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