However, at this time, Lin Jiazhong had no mind to complain further, as the stench from his younger son was so overpowering that it permeated through the carriage. Lin Jiazhong felt that if he stayed here much longer, he might not be able to keep himself from vomiting.
But by now, Lin Yongle no longer recognized anyone, and whoever came close would be kicked away with the leg that wasn't crippled. Left with no choice, Lin Jiazhong had Lin Yongcheng use a stick to knock him out before giving up.
When Lady Ma saw her son pass out, tears emerged again, but this was not the time for heartache. The smell of feces and urine on her son was too intense, his clothes were so tattered they were beyond saving, and as for the wounds on his legs, it was unknown whether they would ever heal.
Lin Jiazhong, holding back the churning in his stomach, carried Lin Yongle into the side room with his eldest son.
