Li Jingsheng followed over.
Outside, some miscellaneous items blocked the view, making it impossible to tell that anyone was inside.
But near the culvert by the riverbank, signs of a fire could be seen. It was a simple stove made by piling up a few large stones.
The mother and son probably made a fire and cooked here.
Lijiang City is considered a civilized city with some scavengers and beggars, but they basically survive in the cracks.
"Mom!"
The little boy used a dialect, which Li Jingsheng could barely understand.
"Xiao Yi, did you get the painkillers?"
A weak voice of a woman came out.
Their dialect was barely understandable.
"Mom, I brought a doctor uncle to treat you."
The little boy replied.
"Ah... we can't afford to go to the hospital! Didn't I tell you not to tell outsiders? Those hat-wearing uncles would take us away."
The woman seemed somewhat panicked.
"May I come in?"
Li Jingsheng asked from outside.
After a moment of silence.
