“What do you mean? So, if it's not your kid who's sick, you're not worried, huh?” Hu Sixiang instantly flared up at Baima Shan's words.

Old Man Wang, who was nearby, spoke, "Xiao Hu, that's not a fair thing to say. Xiao Bai and I were busy inside all night, isn't it normal for him to be tired? You guys were just resting outside all night, why didn't you go in and help? Besides, you couldn't even open the door after a whole night of rest, how could he open it after working all night?"

The old man had been busy with Baima Shan all night and could barely stand when he came out, leaning wearily against the side of the cabin. The humidity at sea was too heavy, and his arthritis was acting up.

He hadn't wanted to interfere in other people's business, not even when Hu Sixiang was kicking the door, but he couldn't help but speak up when he heard Hu Sixiang talking to Baima Shan like that.

The old man's words silenced Hu Sixiang and his wife. Teacher Lin stepped in to smooth things over, "The door is indeed hard to break down. Everyone is exhausted now, conserving energy is the most important thing."

Old Man Wang gritted his teeth and stubbornly stood up, enduring the pain in his knees. "That's right, let's get the child inside first, out of the wind. The men, follow me to fish, let's get some food ready. Once we catch some fish and eat some meat, our resistance will go up with the protein, and we'll get better faster."

After speaking, Old Man Wang looked at the sky. The dark clouds were still in the distance, the storm hadn't passed, and he didn't know when the rescue team would arrive.

Baima Shan didn't bother arguing with Hu Sixiang and followed Old Man Wang.

He had heard Sun Jiaojiao and Gong Dalong fighting inside the room just now.

The two of them had clearly started infighting. He didn't know what could have made the injured Gong Dalong even "stand" up, but as long as they were divided internally, they wouldn't need any outside action; it would already be a living hell inside.

Now that the kicking at the door had stopped, Sun Jiaojiao's heart was in her throat.

She didn't know what Gong Dalong meant when he said the child couldn't live.

"Jiaojiao, I don't want to lie to you, this child really can't be kept." Gong Dalong took turns supporting himself in the water, trying to keep his wound from getting wet.

"Why?"

"Because... I have hemophilia." Gong Dalong hardened his heart and finally revealed the secret he had hidden for many years.

Gong Dalong had always told Sun Jiaojiao how domineering his wife was and how much he had to put up with at home, but he didn't tell her that the reason he let his wife act as she pleased was because he had concealed the fact that he was a hemophilia carrier before they got married. By the time his wife found out, Gong Dalong's daughter had already been born.

When the doctor informed the couple that their child was a hemophiliac, his wife almost took a knife to him.

Gong Dalong knew he was in the wrong, that he had deceived his wife and harmed his child. To appease his volatile wife, he could only bear the expensive medical costs alone, trying to make as much money as he could at the company to fill the gaping holes in their home.

But he was always treated like a criminal, and of course, he felt uncomfortable. These grievances accumulated over time, and he needed an outlet, so Gong Dalong had affairs everywhere, using this method to achieve his self-liberation.

And Sun Jiaojiao was just one of the many flowers he had plucked.

The reason Gong Dalong tried everything he could to prevent Sun Jiaojiao from having this child was because he had already suffered enough with the one at home. He could foresee that if Sun Jiaojiao really gave birth to the child, the heavy burden would inevitably pull him down with her, and he couldn't be that kind of sucker.

After hearing his words, Sun Jiaojiao seemed to have gone mad, unable to recover for a long time.

"You, why didn't you say so sooner?" She clenched her fists tightly, letting out a miserable cry.

Sun Jiaojiao had seen reports about children with hemophilia in the newspaper, saying that children with this disease would develop disabilities, and that a small number of children could suffer fatal intracranial hemorrhages if they bumped their heads. She had felt sorry for those children at the time, never expecting that the one she was carrying now...

"Why, why!" Sun Jiaojiao hated Gong Dalong for his concealment, hated fate for playing tricks on her, and hated herself even more for choosing such a man.

"Jiaojiao, listen to me, get rid of the child, it's better for everyone. I'm really doing this for your own good by opposing you giving birth." Gong Dalong said earnestly, his hands were about to give out.

"Listen to me, Jiaojiao, the police will definitely come to rescue us. Once we get ashore, the first thing you should do is abort the child. You're still young, you can have a healthy child later, don't end up like me, living a life worse than death."

Gong Dalong's reddened eyes and heartfelt words finally made Sun Jiaojiao waver.

"Jiaojiao, I can't hold on any longer, can you help me, help me up?" He was completely relying on his willpower at this point. If his will to survive wasn't so strong, he wouldn't have been able to hold on this long.

Sun Jiaojiao's body trembled slightly, her emotions were on the verge of collapse, but hearing Gong Dalong's plea, she thought of his hemophilia, the wound couldn't be easily stopped, and if it got infected, he would really be done for.

In the end, there was still some affection left, and she finally walked towards him, forcefully helping him onto the bed.

Gong Dalong, covered in sweat, finally breathed a sigh of relief and said weakly to Sun Jiaojiao, "Can you, can you put some medicine on my wound?"

Seeing Gong Dalong's pale face, Sun Jiaojiao simply decided to do a good deed to the end, found the medicine that Jia Wenjun had left here, and found that there were very few antibiotics left, and not much gauze.

Looking at Gong Dalong's ashen face, she didn't hesitate, smeared medicine on the gauze, and began to cut the gauze with scissors to prepare to change his dressing.

Sun Jiaojiao was stunned, Gong Dalong's persistence forced her to suspect that Gong Dalong had some other meaning.

"What do you mean by that? I already said that I don't need you to be responsible, and you're still being so persistent!"

Sun Jiaojiao first took off Gong Dalong's gauze, which was stained red with blood. It was really soaked through, even his pants and the bed were. Blood was still seeping out of the wound, which was swollen like a blooming bun.

"Your wound..." This was the first time she had seen such a wound. It had been two days since she applied the medicine and bandaged it, and it still showed no signs of healing. She looked at the oozing wound and felt helpless.

In the end, she cleaned her hands and, enduring her disgust, changed his medicine and bandage.

But soon, the blood stained the new bandage red again.