Chapter 1110 What Is Infected

She has been here for three days, which means she has been missing for three days.

Missing, ha, she wanted to laugh, but in the end she cried.

Missing, missing again, could it be that Yan Huan would be associated with the word missing in her life, leaving home and relatives again and again, and then being so cautious, wanting to live and wanting to get out.

She bit the bun in her hand that was almost crunched into a piece of paper. It was not a bun, but a stone. Sometimes she would think that she was eating a stone, almost breaking her teeth, hurting her tooth roots, and even bleeding.

But she still had to eat it.

Because she wanted to live.

She didn't want to die.

She swallowed a mouthful of bun with force, and then carefully groped to the side, and touched a bucket.

She reached out and scooped up a handful of water, and when her hand reached in, the water was so cold that it almost froze her fingers. She scooped some water to her lips and drank it mouthful by mouthful.

These people, perhaps because they were afraid of her death, would give her food, even though it was stone-like, and they would only throw her one a day, but there was only one bucket of water, no matter what kind of water it was, bath water or laundry water.

Her life was very strong, she would not be thrown away like this without knowing why, nor would she lose her life just because of some unclean water.

She sat back in the corner again, hugging her legs, and her thoughts were not quiet at all. Although she was still here, her brain was always turning. She thought about how to get out, but she had no way to get out. She didn't know if it was because she was too hungry, or if these people put something in the food they gave her.

Her body had almost no strength, and she didn't even have the strength to raise her hands. She gritted her teeth and bit out a mouthful of blood, but in the end she still swallowed the blood.

She would survive, she would definitely survive.

The door outside creaked open, and she opened her eyes. A ball of light began to appear in front of her. These lights also made her eyes, which had never seen light before, sting.

She instinctively hugged her head. Her eyes hurt and she was crying.

Suddenly, she felt as if someone had grabbed her weak wrist. She opened her eyes wide and saw a man in a white coat holding a needle for injections.

Was he drawing her blood?

Her body instinctively began to shrink, as if she was almost drained of blood. She didn't want her blood to be drawn, she didn't want her blood to be drawn, don't draw her blood, don't, don't.

She opened her mouth and wanted to scream, but she couldn't scream. There was only a sound like her throat rolling in her voice.

The needle had already pierced her arm, and she opened her eyes in despair. She could only see that outside the window, there were still snowflakes falling, large flakes, clean white.

And it seemed that she was trapped in a psychedelic state, which she had never experienced before, just like being a fairy, her feet began to leave the ground, and wings grew on her shoulders, and she began to fly, as if she flew above the clouds, the soft thing was like cotton.

Mom, she saw a little angel flying towards her, and then flew in front of her.

Long hair, big and bright eyes, a beautiful little nose, and a rosy little mouth.

"Mom, let's fly together."

The little angel grabbed her hand and took her to fly. She saw the most beautiful picture she had never seen in her life, and in such a damp and cold basement, she actually smiled, that smile was a little unreal, and also with an indescribable dream.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw not the sky, nor the white clouds, but also the beautiful flowers. Of course, there was no little angel, and it was still such a cold place, and the dampness around was almost enough to squeeze out water.

Still the window without glass, still the snowflakes falling outside, her face suddenly felt cold, as if a snowflake fell right on her face.

She touched her face, it was cold, cold.

And this was the truth.

She put her hand on her arm and touched it gently, as if there was something special, as if it was a little sour, and a little uncomfortable, but she saw a scene she had never seen in her two lives.

And her little Xunxun.

She hugged her legs again, almost burying her face on her knees, the cold wind blew on her body from time to time, the humid air, and it was also because of the snowflakes floating outside the window, and there was also the poisonous smell caused by the humidity here.

A rotten steamed bun rolled over from the ground again.

The yellow-haired man stretched out his hand and grabbed her hair hard. At this time, there was no flesh on her face, and it was the dry and waterless look when she arrived in Chenjia Village. Especially at this time, there was no spirit in her eyes, so she looked even more ugly, especially with a bad smell on her body.

After all, she hadn't showered for a few days. She had been staying here, eating, drinking, defecating, urinating, and sleeping. She was already dirtier, more disgusting, and uglier than a beggar.

"You are really disgusting. I give you such a good thing."

The yellow-haired man let go of his hand and wiped his hands on the woman's body.

It was really too dirty and disgusting.

The yellow-haired man walked out, and after a while, the door was opened again.

Yan Huan raised her face, with a pair of lifeless eyes, as if she had some expectations.

Until the doctor in a white coat came in again, just like last time, he pulled her arm and injected the contents of the needle into her arm.

At this time, she didn't know that there were already a lot of needle holes on her arm.

"When can it be infected?"

She heard the voices of those people, but she looked like a dead person, with only her eyes wide open, and then breathed the unpleasant air here.

"Just a few more times will be fine." Another unfamiliar voice said, "The drug we injected into her was of very high purity. Even if she wants to quit in the future, she won't be able to. But your client is really ruthless, and of course he's rich. This thing can't be done just by having money. Brother Hua, you must have made a lot of money from this?" The man in the white coat asked the man in front of him who always looked a bit decadent.