บท 169: 169 Pear Pear (first update)

The bed held a little girl about seven or eight years old, her eyes tightly shut, her face deathly pale, dark circles under both eyes.

Her ghastly pale complexion seemed especially unsettling under the reflection.

The faint sound of breathing was nearly inaudible.

Chu Jin came to the bedside and sat down, extending his hand to feel the girl's pulse, his expression somewhat grave.

The girl's pulse was extremely weak, almost imperceptible, the situation quite dire. Chu Jin then lifted the girl's eyelids, her pupils dilated and unfocused, showing signs of a person on the verge of death.

"Uncle, Auntie, have you fed Li Li anything in the past few days?"

Seeing Chu Jin's troubled expression, the middle-aged couple exchanged a glance, and the woman spoke first, "Other than some milk, we haven't fed her anything else."

"Only milk?" Chu Jin slightly furrowed his brow. The girl's pulse was very weak, and just by Soul Departure Syndrome it shouldn't be this severe.