Bai Zhi’er widened her almond-shaped eyes.
Nobody can just die in front of her without Zhi Bao’s permission!
The little one immediately squatted down, stretched out her chubby hand, wanting to touch the boy’s wrist.
Bai Yaoyu grabbed her fingertip: "Don’t touch! He’s dead, be careful not to catch a disease!"
Bai Zhi’er pouted: "Third Brother, how can I know if he’s really dead if I don’t touch?"
"You know how to check a pulse?"
Bai Yaoyu released her hand.
He remembered when he was little, his mother, Princess Consort Kang, always praised his second aunt Jing Jia endlessly.
He had heard she could bring people back to life and her medical skills were superb.
Bai Zhi’er’s small hand placed expertly on the boy’s wrist.
She had a faint pinkish-white glow that others couldn’t see, spreading outward in ripples with the little one at the center.
Though he wasn’t dead, he still had more than eighty years of life expectancy.
Whew, Third Brother is being overly dramatic.
Bai Zhi’er turned around, batting her long lashes: "Third Brother, if I can wake him up, you won’t be mean to me anymore, okay?"
Bai Yaoyu hesitantly asked: "You can really save people?"
The little one crossed her arms, lifting her chubby little face: "Don’t underestimate Zhi Bao, just watch!"
She was seen removing the pearl flower from her hair.
Using the slightly pointed end of the hairpin, she forcefully pierced the boy’s philtrum.
"Oops, failed, I don’t have enough strength, Third Brother, you try!" She handed the Beaded Flower directly over.
Bai Yaoyu took it, hesitating a bit: "Just stab it directly?"
"Yes!" Bai Zhi’er nodded: "Stab until you see blood."
Bai Yaoyu took a deep breath and then acted swiftly, and immediately, a bead of blood appeared on the boy’s philtrum!
At this moment, the boy, whom Bai Yaoyu thought was dead, let out a low moan.
"It hurts..." His voice was hoarse, murmuring in a daze: "Water... don’t hit me... don’t hit..."
Bai Zhi’er ran to the window, tiptoed, and scraped a bit of white snow from the windowsill.
Then she placed it near the boy’s lips, watching as the snow melted. He seemed like a wanderer in the desert finding a water source, continuously licking his lips and teeth.
Bai Yaoyu was both surprised and delighted: "He’s really alive, sister, you’re amazing!"
Bai Zhi’er made a silly face proudly, stuck out her tongue, and said: "Third Brother, will you still be mean to me in the future? Even a three-year-old little girl can be very capable!"
Bai Yaoyu coughed lightly, muttering under his breath, making a final excuse.
"I wasn’t really mean to you."
The boy then opened his eyes, his breathing weak: "Who are you...?"
When he saw Bai Yaoyu, he clearly recognized him: "Third Young Master, you saved me."
Bai Yaoyu waved his hand: "I saw you were beaten half to death by the madam, so I paid to redeem you, but just now you weren’t breathing, I thought you were dead. It was my sister who brought you back."
The boy’s dark, clear eyes turned to Bai Zhi’er.
He propped himself up as if wanting to get up and thank her.
Bai Zhi’er waved her little hand, like a shy little baby, hiding behind Bai Yaoyu, only half of her body peeking out.
"No need to thank me, just lie down."
Her eyes were clear and sparkling as she spoke to Bai Yaoyu: "But, Third Brother, he wasn’t really dead just now, he was just extremely weak and badly injured, you can’t just leave him here."
"If you really want to save his life, you’ll have to figure out how to get him medicine and keep him warm, otherwise he really will die."
The little one had already seen the alarming wounds all over the boy’s exposed arms.