419 Slaughterhouse

In the dark room, a little boy who was not even ten years old was lying on the bed, twitching non-stop. His face was filled with pain, as if he was in great pain.

"Ah… It hurts. Mom, it hurts. Save me, save me…" The little boy trembled and whimpered.

Lai Meifang hugged her son tightly and cried. She kept comforting him, "My good son, don't be afraid. Don't be afraid. Mommy is here. Mommy is here!"

At this moment, her face was as pale as paper, and her eyes were filled with sadness. She kept praying in her heart that the heavens would open their eyes and not torture her son. She was willing to suffer all kinds of pain on behalf of her son.

Lai Meifang's mother-in-law was also teary-eyed and extremely anxious. She kowtowed to the sky and muttered to herself, "Bodhisattva, please bless my grandson, Xiong Xiong, to recover quickly. Bodhisattva…"