Chapter 4

Willow faintly remembered feeling feverish last night, probably due to catching a chill in the sorghum field. However, it was as though she had swallowed something and her body suddenly became incredibly comfortable. What was that? It seemed like some kind of delicious medicine. Who gave her that medicine to drink? In this impoverished countryside, in her decrepit hovel, who would come to give her, a notorious woman, such a lifesaving medicine? Just as she was thinking about this, Willow looked down at her right index finger, and watched a droplet form at its tip. The droplet was milky white and exuded a faint fragrance. Just the smell alone made her feel extremely comfortable. Could this be the so-called "golden finger" from the legends? A spiritual spring, capable of curing all illnesses? Willow had read quite a few internet novels in the past and was no stranger to concepts like time-travel, alternate dimensions, and spiritual springs. So, once she saw this milky white liquid, her thoughts immediately went to the spiritual spring. Hesitating for a moment, she carefully brought the drop to her lips for a taste. However, the moment her tongue touched it, the droplet vanished instantly. Willow immediately felt a wave of refreshing coolness and comfort, spreading from the tip of her tongue to all her internal organs, from her nose and mouth even up to her limbs and bones. It's truly the Spirit Spring! She saved herself! She appreciated that the cross-dimensional Deity didn't forget about her and even left her a Golden Finger for survival. With a single thought, a drop of milk-white fluid seeped out from her fingertip again. Without hesitation, Willow fed it to Jason. A single drop, and the little guy's panicked breathing returned to normal, the temperature of his body seemed to have diminished a little as well. But his forehead remained feverish. Immediately, Willow intended to condense a fourth drop. However, there was none! No liquid came out from her fingertip. Willow was stuck dumb. Only three drops of Spirit Spring? What kind of Golden Finger is this? Cross-dimensional Deity, are you fooling with me? "I'm so thirsty...water...I want more water...big brother, Jason wants water..." With a tearful husky voice, Jason brought Willow back to her senses. The spiritual spring he had just experienced made him feel quite comfortable, yet it did not entirely remove his illness. The little one seemed even sicker than she was. "Brother, why haven't you returned yet? Little Jason is in so much pain… I miss you so much..." Tears slid down Jason's cheeks. His small body instinctually curled into a ball. Only in these moments of semi-consciousness would this child reveal his true feelings. Willow held him in her arms with a love filled heart, gently patting him: "Little Jason don't be afraid, brother will be back soon." Jason's voice gradually weakened, and he slipped back into unconsciousness. Willow looked around and saw a pot of water and a towel hanging on a shelf in a corner. She quickly wrung the water and wiped Jason's body. However, as soon as she stripped Jason's clothes off, Willow's eyes widened in shock. Extreme anger made her body tremble uncontrollably. There were numerous big and small, fresh and old wounds. There were bruises, bite marks, scrapes, and even burns. So many wounds, if they were on an adult, it would have been unbearably painful. At this moment, a plethora of things were happening to such an innocent child. Willow's chest rose and fell rapidly. If the original host were here, she would certainly not be able to resist strangling this toxic and ruthless fool. No, the culprit wasn't the original host, but rather… "Little brat, the sun is already high in the sky, and you are still not up to start the fire for me. You, with your evil intentions, are you trying to starve our whole family to death?" An ear-piercing voice suddenly resounded from outside the house.