"Thank goodness, he's still alive!" Ye Tianxuan felt a wave of relief. He hurriedly lifted the young boy from the mortuary slab and placed him gently on the ground.
Seeming to sense warmth, the boy’s crying gradually ceased, though he remained unconscious. His lips were so parched and cracked, they looked as if he hadn't had a drop of water in weeks.
With a flick of his wrist, Ye Tianxuan drew spring water from a basin in the center of the room. Just as the water floated into the air and was about to settle on the boy’s lips, a flurry of hurried footsteps echoed through the morgue.
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