Maung Tun Thu - Love of Blood

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The one who ran into the front of the shop was a girl of about nineteen years old. Her dark hair was flowing down her shoulders. She stretched out her arms in front of her. Seeing Sannin, the girl ran towards Sannin and grabbed his hand with hers, pulling him closer. “Come quickly, come quickly, save him,” she muttered in a breathless voice.

Suddenly surprised and excited, Sanin did not immediately follow the girl's lead. He stood there motionless. He had never seen such a stunning and amazing beauty in his life. The girl did not notice Sanin's expression, who was staring at her with a deadpan expression. "Come, hurry up and follow me," she only called out.

The girl's worried tone, the girl's frightened expression, the girl's trembling hands, the girl's pale cheeks, all of these things suddenly became apparent to the king, and without further thought or hesitation, he rushed in through the open door.

In the room where Sanin entered, a boy of about fourteen years old was lying on an old-fashioned horsehair sofa. His face was very similar to the girl's. Sanin immediately guessed that it must be the girl's brother.

The boy's face was as white as wax. His eyes were closed. His dark hair was loose and hung over his eyebrows. His face was wrinkled and his teeth were clenched. His whole body was stiff and motionless, as if he were breathing. One hand hung down to the floor, the other was above his head. He was wearing a jacket that was buttoned up. His tie was tied tightly around his neck. .

The girl was pulling Sanin and shouting, “Do it, he’s dying. Do it quickly.” “He was just talking to me a minute ago. He suddenly fell down and became so motionless, we can’t do anything to him. Do it, my mother is going out too. Pantaleon, Pantaleon, what are we going to do? Call a doctor!” The girl, who was blazing with heat, shouted in Italian, “Aren’t you going to call a doctor?”

“I won’t go myself, Reina*, I’ll send Lucy,” a thin old man standing at the door answered via voicemail. As soon as he answered, the old man, dressed in a purple frock coat with black buttons, knee-length canvas trousers, and blue double-breasted socks, entered the room on tiptoe. His long, strong, gray hair made it difficult to see his face. With the curls of hair falling to the back and sides, his pointed nose, and his yellow eyes, the old man looked like a very feathered chicken.

"I can't run, Reena. Lucy will get to the doctor quickly."

The old man continued in Italian.

"I brought water."

One of the old man's hands was holding a long-necked water bottle.

“But Emily will die before the doctor arrives. What will we do?” the girl muttered. She stretched out her arms to the side and said, “Help me, can’t you do something for her?”

“It’s like a stroke, it’s just a bloodbath,” commented the old man, whom the girl called Pantaleon.

Sanin was not a man with much experience in medical treatment. However, there was one thing he understood for sure: It was extremely rare for a fourteen-year-old boy to have a stroke.

"She must have fainted. A stroke is not possible."

Sanin said to Pantaleon.

"Is there a spinning wheel?" the old man looked up with a surprised look on his face.

"What?"

"Wheel...wheel," Sanin said at first in German. "Wheel," he added, pointing to his coat with a smile.

Finally, the old man understood what Sanin was saying.

"Eh...oh, what can I do without it? It's there."

"Hurry up and get him, we'll have to take off his shirt and give him a full body rub."

"Good, but wouldn't it be better if we poured water on his head?"

"No way, I'll bet later, just go get the bike, hurry up"

Pantaleon threw the water bottle from his hand on the floor and ran out of the room. A moment later he returned with a headless pig and a clothed pig. Behind him ran a little dog. The little dog, wagging its tail, looked at the old man. It even looked up at the girl and the sergeant. It seemed to want to know what you were doing, what you were doing.

Sanin took off the fallen young man's coat. He also unbuttoned his shirt collar. He rolled up his sleeves and rubbed the boy's chest and arms with a pig's hairbrush. Pantaleon took his own and rubbed the boy's legs with the pig's hairbrush. The girl sat down on her knees by the sofa and looked at her brother's face without blinking.

While busy with a spinning wheel, Sanin glanced sideways at the girl.

Oh my... oh my, what a cute girl.