Giving the Interstellar a Small Horror Shock

Naili, who didn't need much sleep in her previous life, couldn't rest long even after death, for she had transmigrated to the interstellar era. Overly advanced technology brought forth a di...

Chapter 179 Iron Nails

"It's okay, it's not serious." Minghui comforted. He was obviously the injured one, but he was comforting others.

"We need to make an appointment at the hospital in advance to get a tetanus shot." Qian Xingxing said, "Is there any hospital here?"

The director's mother shook her head and said, "You should go to the county town to get this kind of treatment."

"It's okay, it's not that unlucky." Minghui waved his hand: "We came back to see you, but we caused you trouble."

"No." The director's mother shook her head and said, "I haven't cleaned up outside yet. Let the children make a bed for you to lie on. When I'm done, you can sleep on the floor."

The orphanage was too small and there were not enough rooms, so the director usually slept on the floor in the living room. It was the same when they came. There was no way for them to suddenly create a few guest rooms.

"It's all right." Qian Xingxing said, "I'll take him in."

Inside the house, Nan Peng and Zi Bai were trying to figure out how to deal with the nail. It was too dangerous to leave it here, so they used the "thick" legs of a fairly heavy wooden stool in the house to hit the nail.

After a series of bangs, the nail was finally bent.

"Okay, whether you are playing or walking in the future, be careful here, okay?" Nan Peng said to the children, receiving their unanimous "got it".

This farce lasted for about half an hour. The children were tired. After washing up, they were rushed to bed like little ducks.

Qian Xingxing and Minghui stayed inside tonight. Qian Xingxing read the children a bedtime story, while the latter, injured and unable to move around, vacated a bed for the two adults to squeeze into, while Nanpeng and Minghui slept on the floor outside with the director's mother.

The bedtime story was the Arabian Nights, which the children had heard thousands of times, but there were not many other storybooks here, so no one was picky.

Soon, the room was filled with even breathing sounds. Minghui and Qian Xingxing met eyes in the darkness, and the latter whispered, "You can tell me now."