“She is probably happy to see you back,” said Dr. Clinton.
To put it bluntly, it’s a return of her last ray of light.
Paige’s nose grew more and more sour as she listened, and her steps became heavy. It was a long time before she asked, “Will she be able to hold on until she goes back to The Capital with me?”
The old lady had suffered so much in Wind Island and had never been able to go back to her hometown.
“I’ll try my best,” Dr. Clinton couldn’t promise either.
“Thank you.” Paige stopped in her tracks and looked at Dr. Clinton sincerely, pleading with him, ‘I still have her paintings in my Memory Art Gallery. I want her to see her own paintings again.’
See her former glory.
Dr. Clinton looked at the person in front of him with some surprise. Paige in his eyes had always been capable and decisive, and Gangnam Hall couldn’t get the better of her. Now she looked like a helpless ordinary girl.
For a long time, he nodded solemnly.
“Thank you.” Paige bowed her head to thank him, and when she looked away, she saw a tall figure standing in the backlight at the end of the gloomy, narrow passage. The light behind him was blinding, obscuring his face.
He stood there, as if he had been waiting for her for a long time.
Paige ran towards him, without stopping, into the light, and stopped in front of him.
Enrico stood there, looking down at her reddened eyes and frowning, “Crying?”
“A little sad,” Paige smiled, a little bitterly.
Enrico reached out and pulled her into his arms, just as he had when they first entered the Madman’s Forest.
His large hands pressed against the back of her head, his voice extremely deep, “You go rest for a while, I’ll take care of the next part for you.”
She nodded, “I’ll stay with the teacher.”
“Get the people out to keep her company, I’ll have someone set up a tent,”
Enrico put his arm around her, glanced at the surroundings, and smelled an inexplicable stench coming from somewhere, his brow furrowing even more.
If this wasn’t the place she had been, he wouldn’t have set foot in it.
“Okay,” Paige answered.
…
After receiving orders, the large group brought by Enrico and Paige cut down all the trees on the wasteland outside the shack boundaries and piled them in one place.
Countless tents suddenly stood on the vast wasteland.
Paige had originally planned to announce the reconstruction of the slum after gathering everyone together, but unfortunately, the slum was not the same as when she left three years ago.
Many people refused to live with everyone else and instead headed to the mountains and dense forests of the island to settle down. They never returned, and it is unknown whether they are dead or alive. As a result, the people could not be concentrated, and they needed to be found.
Kevin ordered someone to build a simple shower room, so that everyone in the slum could take turns to go in and wash, and then receive a set of clean clothes to wear.
Enrico’s bodyguards also became temporary barbers and cut everyone’s hair.
The people Paige brought with her held boxes of supplies and distributed food to everyone.
The people who were used to living on Wind Island had never seen anything like this before. At first, they all gathered together timidly, looking at these well-dressed city people with unease. It wasn’t until they received new clothes and food that they slowly relaxed.
The process was slow, and not until the sun set over the sea did the people of the slums gather together.
Master Chris had been given another injection by Dr. Clinton, and now looked much more energetic. He sat in a rocking chair in front of the tent, covered with a thin blanket, looking at the countless tents that had sprung up and the slum dwellers who had been transformed.
As dusk fell, the sunset cast a glow over the island and on everyone, giving them all the signs of rebirth.
“Can we really go back?” Master Chris was so shaken by the sight before him that he couldn’t even be mean and asked the same question for the fifth time.
“Yes, if it weren’t for the fact that we haven’t gathered everyone, I would take you back right now,” Paige said as she sat next to her, flipping through the registration roster handed to her by her subordinates.
She asked everyone to write down all the family members, dead or alive. As she flipped through the pages, she realized that many more people had died on the island over the past three years.
Uncle Artie was afraid that the old lady would be cold outside, so he built a big fire, which was now reflecting in Paige’s face.
Enrico sat next to her, his eyes idly watching the fire, occasionally throwing two pieces of firewood.
“I’ll go check the people on the roster again,” Paige said to Enrico.
“Don’t go far,” Enrico looked at her.
“Okay.” Paige stood up with the roster in her hands and walked forward, beginning to audit each tent one by one.
As night fell, the lights in the tents were lit one by one.
It was like the stars in the sky.
“Pop,” Enrico grabbed a branch and threw it into the fire, sending sparks flying.
“Mr. Gustin,” Dr. Clinton came limping over with a medical kit, his feet weak, and collapsed next to Enrico, his face full of exhaustion.
So tired.
Although he had brought an entire medical team with him, he still had to treat people, examine them one by one, treat the sick and disinfect the healthy. The workload was too heavy.
Dr. Clinton sat over, leaning his head unconsciously against Enrico’s body.
“Get away from me,” Enrico looked at him disdainfully.
Dr. Clinton sat quietly.
Next to him, a figure leaned over again.
Kevin took a folding chair and sat in front of the fire. He felt tired too.
Some people in the slums are over-cautious, refusing to bathe or eat the food they brought, always thinking they are up to no good. They insisted that Paige go invite them, and he didn’t want to tire Paige out, so he talked until his mouth was dry before he persuaded everyone to bathe.
“Brother-in-law!” Bastion had a thorough bath and a buzz cut, and looked very energetic. He excitedly ran around the tents, then bit into a piece of bread and ran over here, throwing himself onto Kevin’s back.
Kevin smiled and pulled him over to sit down.
Bastion had gotten to know a lot of people in the group over the day, including Dr. Clinton, and now he happily smiled at Dr. Clinton, “Hello, Dr. Clinton.”
Dr. Clinton smiled tiredly.
Bastion then turned his face to look at the expressionless Enrico, and his smile froze, “…Hello.”
What’s there to say.
He didn’t know either.
“…” Enrico looked up at him indifferently.
Bastion then silently turned his gaze back to Dr. Clinton and sincerely said, “Dr. Clinton, thank you for treating everyone. You are really amazing, and I admire such a great person as you.”
Great…
Since working for Mr. Gustin, Dr. Clinton had never received such a straightforward and exaggerated compliment. He was suddenly completely refreshed, his back straightened a little, and he modestly said, “It is only normal for doctors to save lives, so don’t take it to heart.”
“No, that’s not good. My sister-in-law and Paige have both taught me to remember kindness.”
Bastion sat in a folding chair and took out the small notebook and pen Paige gave him today. He said solemnly, ‘I want to write down your names. When I have the ability, I want to repay you.’
Dr. Clinton glanced over and saw that there were many squiggly handwritings, all of which were names.
His heart felt both sour and warm as he looked at it, and then he heard Bastion say, “Dr. Clinton, what’s your name? I’ll write it down.”
On hearing this, Dr. Clinton’s breathing stopped for a moment, and his expression was a little complicated.