Chapter 745: Chapter 745: Buried Alive

“Exactly. You spend nothing and your child is cured,” Huang Xiaolong stated with certainty, not batting an eye.

“Preposterous! Utterly preposterous! These past few months, I’ve taken Little Bao to countless major hospitals, even the ones in Beijing. From medical examination to treatment, I must have spent no less than a million! Yet none could treat him, and now you… you claim that without spending a penny, you can cure Little Bao. Are you… are you mocking these major hospitals?!” Sister Song’s husband burst out angrily, his face flushed.

Being a highly educated person, he believed in science. Huang Xiaolong’s claim felt like a far-fetched tale. Furthermore, he was aware of the typical con-artist tactic: they claim not to want your money at first, but the real scam would only take place after you had fallen into their trap!

“Get out! Get out now!” Sister Song’s husband yelled at Huang Xiaolong. “My son has suffered enough. His mother and I are living day by day in agony. We do not want to fall prey to another scammer.”

Sister Song pleaded through tears, “Husband, let’s just give it a try! How will we know his claim is false if we don’t try?”

“No! I won’t let him experiment on my son!” Sister Song’s husband was obstinate.

Mother Chu and Father Chu stood by, feeling utterly embarrassed.

What a disgrace! They were practically begging for trouble!

“Huh, I’ll overlook this considering the child’s plight,” Huang Xiaolong smirked, seemingly unperturbed. “This child was born not in a hospital, I presume? I’m guessing, either on a river, on the sea, or potentially, on an airplane.”

His statement stunned Sister Song and her husband into silence!

“Young man, how… how did you know? When Little Bao was born, my husband and I were on a cruise ship. We planned to deliver him in Europe. We chose a cruise because we wanted to enjoy the romantic sea voyage before Little Bao arrived. Unexpectedly, he was born more than a month ahead of schedule. Fortunately, the medical facilities on the cruise ship were well-equipped. Five days after his birth on the ship, we arrived in Europe. We did not expect that on our second day ashore, Little Bao would… he… he would develop this strange skinless disease,” Sister Song voiced shakily.

“Then I am not mistaken,” Huang Xiaolong smiled. “Well, I won’t say more. It’s up to you. If you believe me, hand over the child and I’ll treat him in front of you. If not, I’ll leave immediately.”

“Wait!” Sister Song’s husband finally gave in. “Well, if you insist… we would be pleased if you could help.”

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Huang Xiaolong chuckled, then reached down into the crib and picked up Little Bao. “Do you have rice in the house? Plain white rice.”

“We do, we do,” Sister Song replied hastily.

“Bring about five kilograms of white rice. If it’s not enough, go buy some from the nearby supermarket,” Huang Xiaolong instructed. “Let’s go, we’re heading to the apartment complex below.”

Soon after, a group of people followed Huang Xiaolong downstairs to the apartment complex.

Huang Xiaolong found a grass patch with loose soil.

He handed Little Bao to Jing Xiaoxi to hold, then began to dig into the patch with his hands.

A sizable crowd gathered. Even the security guard and property manager raced over when they heard the news.

Everyone stood, dumbstruck.

This was supposed to be a treatment for Little Bao’s skinless disease, but what did digging have to do with it?

It just didn’t add up!

Despite the confusion, Huang Xiaolong swiftly excavated a hole about 30 centimeters deep.

Then, Huang Xiaolong did something astonishing that left everyone horrified!

He put Little Bao directly into the hole!

“Is he trying to bury the child alive???” Father Chu’s eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets. “Could this kill the child?”

“What are you doing?” Sister Song’s husband demanded suspiciously.

“Since you’ve entrusted the child to me, why don’t we place a bet?” Huang Xiaolong responded unflappably, an unshakeable confidence reflected in his eyes.

Such confidence made Sister Song’s husband speechless. The rebuke he had been about to hurl at Huang Xiaolong got stuck in his throat.

‘Where does he get his confidence from? This sort of confidence… I’ve never seen it in anyone else before… Where could he have gotten it from?’ a myriad of questions raced through Sister Song’s husband’s mind.

Sister Song cried, “Young man, do as you see fit. We… We are all in!”

“Relax,” Huang Xiaolong said, placidly placing Little Bao into the hole. “Where’s the white rice?”

Sister Song handed over a rice sack that was filled with pearl-like grains totalling five kilograms.

“Alright, I am going to pour this rice into the hole,” Huang Xiaolong declared cheerfully. He poured all the rice into the hole.

Currently, the situation was: dig a hole, place the child in it, and then cover him completely with rice.

Sister Song and her husband looked as though they were about to vomit from anxiety.

Wouldn’t this approach suffocate the child?

“Tingting, your boyfriend… is taking a big risk this time… Are you sure he is trying to heal the child and not commit murder?” Father Chu asked, his face pale. His initial favorable impression of Huang Xiaolong was gone!

“Little Long knows what he’s doing,” Chu Tingting insisted.

Whispers spread among the crowd, shaking their heads metaphorically.

A security captain in the apartment complex instructed his team, “This looks like it’s heading towards a disaster. If something happens, detain this man immediately and contact the police.”

The apartment complex’s property managers also tried to persuade Sister Song and her husband to stop Huang Xiaolong’s “reckless behaviour.”

Everyone grew anxious.

Only Huang Xiaolong remained calm and composed. He nonchalantly checked his phone for the time, and announced, “Five minutes. After five minutes, dig out the rice and remove your child. Don’t worry, there are spaces between the rice grains; it won’t suffocate the child.”

“Young man, I’m warning you–should anything go wrong, you will be held accountable by law!” a member of the apartment complex’s management staff threatened grimly. “Our complex is a model community in Ma City with outstanding public security. Nothing bad has ever happened here. If you cause any trouble, we definitely won’t let you off!”

Since Sister Song and her husband had approved of what Huang Xiaolong was doing, neither the apartment complex management nor the security guards could forcibly stop him.

Five minutes! Five agonizing minutes!

Many people prayed fervently!

Whether or not Little Bao’s disease could be cured was not important–what mattered was that the child remained safe!

Finally!

“Five minutes have passed. Parents, it’s time to dig out your little treasure,” Huang Xiaolong grinned.

Sister Song and her husband scrambled over, frantically brushing the rice grains away from the hole, sobbing, “Little Bao, you must be alright! You must be alright!”

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