The little one nestled in his mother's arms, acting all cute and affectionate. Perhaps he had walked too far and was too tired, because he actually fell asleep leaning against his mother.

It took Ye Wanying a while to realize that her son had fallen asleep, and then she gently picked him up.

The white curtain swayed, and the person inside came out.

The old doctor came out carrying alcohol-soaked gauze:

"It's nothing, just a broken skin. It's been disinfected and treated with medicine. Just keep it dry for three days."

Gao Dan knew the doctor at this clinic:

"Understood, Fourth Uncle."

Why call him Fourth Uncle? That's what everyone in the village calls him, both the older and younger generations.

The old doctor put down what he was holding and then sat down in the chair.

"Asleep?"

The question was naturally directed at the little person in Ye Wanying's arms.

Gao Dan nodded:

"Um."

"Is this your wife?"

When called upon, Ye Wanying called out, "Fourth Uncle."

After a few words, the person who had been left inside came out. Looking at the couple outside, the thug looked very unhappy.

"Is everything alright now? I'm going home now."

After saying that, he was about to leave.

However, before he could even take a step, Gao Dan stopped him with a voice:

"No rush, I have something to discuss with you."

Forehead?

The thug swallowed hard, his eyes widening suddenly. This tone sounded like someone was asking him for a debt.

That's not very friendly!

"You...we don't even know each other, there's nothing to discuss, right?" he asked doubtfully.

Upon hearing this, Gao Dan smiled and stood up:

"Come out and talk."

The thug didn't move, clearly hesitant. Finally, after scanning the room and realizing he was still on his own turf, he breathed a slight sigh of relief and followed them out.

Pfft~

After the hooligan left, Ye Wanying couldn't hold back her laughter any longer, and then her fourth uncle also laughed.

However, after laughing a few times, he spoke up:

"That little hooligan is a poor kid."

Forehead?

Ye Wanying stopped laughing:

"Is his name 'Little Rascal'?" I asked.

Why does everyone call someone a hooligan?

So famous?

Fourth Uncle laughed and shook his head before slowly saying:

"Of course not, what family would name their child like that? Little hooligan, that's just a nickname the villagers call him. That child, his surname is Zhong, I think his name is something like Zhong... um... Zhong... Yan... Rong, it's been too long, I can't remember clearly."

Zhong Yanrong?

This name is quite good; Yan Rong, Yan Rong, it must reflect the parents' expectations for their child.

Fourth Uncle, unusually, had some free time and told Ye Wanying a lot about the little hooligan's life from childhood to adulthood. After all, they all lived in the same village. Although the clinic was a bit far from the village, it was the only clinic in the area. People in the village would come to the clinic for treatment if they had any problems, so naturally, they received a lot of gossip.

From what my fourth uncle said, it was clear that the hooligan originally had a good family background, but for some reason, after his parents passed away, he never left the village.

Everyone is curious about the reason.

Ye Wanying frowned slightly, a sense of doubt creeping into her mind: Could this be another melodramatic soap opera?

However, life has been a bit too boring, so it's nice to have some entertainment to watch.

I don't know if I'll even be able to watch this show. My husband's words just now clearly showed that he has feelings for that scoundrel. I just don't know where that scoundrel will end up.

Is there any chance we'll ever have a chance to meet again?