For a moment, the hunter's wife was too astounded for words. "Where did you get it from?" Her question did not delay her movements at all, and she took the baby from him right away.
The hunter was too occupied with the casualty on his back to answer her.
He carried the person into the house.
The hunter's wife did not follow him inside. She could see that the baby was feeble from starvation, and she immediately raced to the kitchen to make rice soup.
After the rice soup was ready, she blew on it to cool it, then fed it to the baby. Only when the child's cheeks finally started to regain color did she head back to her husband.
When she entered the house, the hunter had already cleaned up the young man and dressed his wounds.
Getting injured was nothing new for someone who hunted all year round like him, and over time, he had become somewhat of a physician himself.
