Seeing the old doctor's strange expression, the Tenth Prince was afraid that the child was already dying, so he quickly said, "Doctor, please treat him as soon as possible. This child must be saved no matter what. Doctor, you don't need to worry about the money."

Knowing that the young man had misunderstood his words, the old doctor stroked his beard and carefully explained, "Young master, there's no need to worry. I've already examined the child's body, and there's nothing seriously wrong. He's just weak due to a lack of nutrition, and he's unconscious because his stomach is empty."

In short, the child fainted from hunger.

The Tenth Prince understood his meaning, relaxed his shoulders, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. He then glared at the careless guard who had been making a fuss about being hit by a car.

As long as it wasn't because he hit and killed someone, it's fine.

However, it must have been fate that they met this child. Since he saw such a small child, he naturally wouldn't let him starve to death by the roadside.

After instructing the palace maids to buy a bowl of sweet soup and some easily digestible food from the roadside, the maids had no choice but to grind up the pastries and feed them to the child.

In the system space, Qingyin, in her soul form, was munching on a pear while watching the Tenth Prince and Wu Yanmeng busily feeding her body some snacks.

"Not bad, this tenth prince is quite upright, but he looks a bit silly," Qingyin thought. After finishing a pear, Qingyin pretended to return to her body.

A moment later, the dirty child's long eyelashes fluttered, like a small fan.

The Tenth Prince, sitting to the side, couldn't help but gesture with his hand to describe the child's eyelashes, marveling at how long the adopted child's eyelashes were. He wondered if the child was a boy or a girl.

Wu Yanmeng, who was standing by, slapped away her brother's lewd hand. "Tenth Brother! He's a patient, why are you bullying him!"

"Bully him? How did I bully him!" The Tenth Prince was full of resentment, but seeing the bright wariness in the little chubby girl's eyes, he clicked his tongue lightly.

Forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with a kid.

Qingyin woke up in this situation and looked up to see the unlucky girl, a chubby, delicate little girl, looking at her with a curious yet reassuring gaze that she didn't realize was wrong.

Qingyin couldn't speak. The little strength she had regained from the snacks she had just been fed was completely exhausted when she tried to get up.

The dirty child suddenly stood up, then collapsed again, exhausted. If it weren't for the Tenth Prince's intervention, the child would have fallen heavily back down, bruising himself.

The little body was caught in his arms. The Tenth Prince didn't care about the child's dirt and mess. He was only surprised by how light and small the body was. Although the child was only a head shorter than Qingyan, the child seemed to have no weight at all when he held him. The child's body felt loose and uncomfortable, as if it was all bones. So thin, too thin.

This was the first time the Tenth Prince had ever seen someone so thin, especially a child. The handsome young man couldn't help but frown. Having grown up in the palace and being born into royalty, he couldn't imagine that there could be such a miserable person in the world.

Despite his somewhat obsessive-compulsive nature, he dared not let go of this child. He imagined that such a thin child, reduced to bones, would shatter into a pile of scattered bones if dropped on the ground. For a moment, the Tenth Prince even began to believe this exaggerated notion.

But Wu Yanmeng didn't care what her tenth brother was thinking. Looking at the child being held by her tenth brother, she said anxiously, "Tenth brother, put him down quickly. He must be uncomfortable being held like this."

The Tenth Prince was unsure whether to punish the little girl for siding with outsiders or to pity the child. His face darkened, and he solemnly placed the child back in her original spot, on a soft bed that could barely be considered a bed.

"Hey, Little Fatty Yan doesn't know any of this? You think you're so smart!"

"Then why doesn't Tenth Brother put him down quickly?" Wu Yanmeng pouted and asked.

The Tenth Prince was speechless for a moment. Could he tell his younger sister that he was afraid the child would break if he put him down? He was afraid that if he said that, his younger sister would laugh at him.

For a moment, the smaller girl gained the upper hand in their conversation.

...

The child didn't utter a single word during the argument between the two.

His large, black, glass-like eyes kept darting around, staring at the two people in front of him who seemed to have saved him.

Seeing this scene, the old doctor who was observing the child couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding.

Perhaps, maybe he's mistaken. This child is so thin, he looks like a refugee, he shouldn't be that unfortunate.

"Young master, young lady, may I take a look at this child's mouth and throat?"

The old doctor's voice interrupted the two men's argument.

In fact, after so much time, the two people, who were not stupid to begin with, and could even be considered intelligent, had already noticed that something was wrong with the child.

For example, while a normal person would instinctively gasp in surprise when faced with something unexpected, this child showed no reaction at all.

The old doctor walked up to Qingyin and coaxed, "Little one, Grandpa is a doctor, open your mouth..."

Before any further coaxing could be given, the child obediently opened his mouth.

The old doctor, used to coaxing those unruly children to obey, looked at the little baby who obediently opened his mouth without him having to persuade him much. His eyes showed a hint of genuine pity and sympathy. Indeed, if this child was really sick and abandoned, or a refugee, he would be far more obedient than a child loved by a normal family.

Seeing the child's movements, the old doctor's movements became even gentler.

He carefully spread his fingers, tilted the child's head back, and examined him. Seeing the expected situation, the old man sighed inwardly.

"Young master, young lady, this child has a problem with his throat; it's a congenital condition that prevents him from speaking..."

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