Duan Dinglan quickly shook his head:

"I'm sorry, that's not what I meant."

She seemed a little anxious: "Mr. Bai, don't misunderstand me, I don't doubt your skills, it's just..."

Song Rushuang helped her finish what she had not finished saying.

"Grandpa Taibai, mother is just worried that I'll get hurt, it's not directed at you."

She swallowed hard and smiled at them.

Duan Dinglan's eyes immediately turned red again.

But at this time, she didn't dare to cry.

I was afraid that Mr. Bai would stop treating Song Rushuang's injury.

There was a hint of anger between Chen Yao's eyebrows:

"Bailao."

Shen Yao shouted, which was more effective than the mother and daughter talking.

"Okay, okay, I don't have to say that. You don't have to be so anxious one by one."

Duan Dinglan's eyes were red.

Chen Yao felt a pang of distress and couldn't help but speak up for Duan Dinglan:

"Mr. Bai, Ding Lan just wants to ask why the operation is necessary. Your treatment methods are different from others. It's normal for the family members to be worried. Just explain it and everything will be fine."

"Okay, okay, I know you care about your wife and children, so I'll just say it directly."

He seemed like an old naughty boy. The more they refused, the more he wanted to say.

This time, Shen Yao saw this easily, so he did not refute it, but said softly:

"Okay, just say it directly."

"This child's injury isn't to the bones or tendons, but to the meridians. There's no such thing as broken meridians, but the pain from the meridians running backwards is self-evident."

Chen Yao looked serious and immediately asked:

"So what's your solution?"

"She has to move. If she doesn't move, how can her meridians be reversed?"

Chen Yao looked at Duan Dinglan with some confusion.

As a mother, he didn't know how Duan Dinglan would view such a thing.

Duan Dinglan was indeed conflicted.

She looked at Song Rushuang anxiously, her eyes full of heartache:

"Xiao Qi, can Xiao Qi do it?"

She murmured to herself, not even asking Song Rushuang.

Song Rushuang, who was lying on the sofa, was shaking her head like a rattle.

"No, no, just let me limp like this."

It's not like she didn't move just now. If the feeling of dying wasn't so strong, she would probably be willing to give it a try.

Duan Dinglan was a little anxious:

"What nonsense are you talking about, kid? How old are you? How can you be a cripple?"

Song Rushuang suddenly felt a bit helpless:

"But mom, when I move, Xiaoqi feels so much pain, so much pain that I want to die."

She is young, and although children speak without restraint, what she says makes people feel that it is not false.

Duan Dinglan took two steps, squatted in front of the sofa, and tremblingly reached out his hand, gently stroking Song Rushuang's hair:

"Xiao Qi, my poor Xiao Qi, mother knows you are in pain, but we can't be crippled, we can't be..."

Her voice was choked with sobs.

Song Rushuang let out a light sigh.

She originally wanted to contact Xiao Ai.

Unfortunately, ever since he left Lin Qianyi, the progress bar of the tasks he had taken on had plummeted to 5%.

Although she stopped descending, she could no longer contact Xiao Ai.

If her task is cleared, Xiao Ai will no longer be contactable for a period of time.

Therefore, Song Rushuang could not give up this only chance to cure her leg.

Even if she had this idea, Duan Dinglan would not allow her to give up.

Listening to Duan Dinglan's suppressed crying, Song Rushuang knew that if she didn't want her to cry every time she saw her in the future, then she had to reverse the meridians.

"mother……"

Song Rushuang turned her legs with some difficulty.

For a moment, she grimaced in pain.

Fortunately, she was supported by a powerful force, so she finally gritted her teeth and turned around with her own ability.

"Mom, please don't cry."

She actually stood up from the sofa, and in front of everyone's shocked gazes, she wiped the tears from Duan Dinglan's face:

"Xiao Qi will be good and obedient, don't cry, mom."

Duan Dinglan suddenly covered her mouth, then stood up and walked quickly into the room.

Naturally, she couldn't bear to see Song Rushuang in such pain in front of her.

She knew she was in pain, but she still had to let her persevere.

Although this was for Song Rushuang's own good, she was still in pain.

In this world, if there is any normal mother, who can watch her child suffer and not help?

Old Bai folded his hands, looking at Chen Yao who was looking at him with his eyes wide open, and felt a little disappointed:

"What's the point of just standing there and watching? If you're really worried, why don't you go over and comfort her? Don't you know when people are most vulnerable?"

Shen Yao was so irritated by these matter-of-fact remarks that he coughed repeatedly.

Song Rushuang secretly complained to herself, this old man is really amazing, he just treats her as invisible, right?!

In the end, Shen Yao was still a little worried.

As soon as he left, only Song Rushuang and Bai Lao were left in the living room.

"Girl, why are you staring at an old man like me?"

From Mr. Bai's perspective, he would naturally think that Song Rushuang wanted to act coquettishly and didn't want to move.

We can’t blame the child entirely. This kind of pain is not something she can bear at her age.

He was just about to say something nice to coax the child.

Then, he heard Song Rushuang say to him in a deep voice:

"Grandpa Taibai, please don't match my mother and Uncle Xiao Shen. They are not suitable."

"ah?"

In one sentence, he successfully blocked what Mr. Bai was about to say in his throat.

For a moment, he didn't know whether to sigh at the child's tolerance or to be surprised that this little child was already worrying about the adult's lifelong affairs.

"What do you mean? Your father doesn't agree?"

Song Rushuang was speechless:

"My mother has already divorced him, so it's not her turn to agree or disagree. I just feel that Uncle Shen's family is not suitable for my mother to be with."

"How can you, a little kid like you, understand these mundane principles so well?"

Teacher Bai is really curious.

"Haven't you heard the saying? Children from poor families grow up early."

"You are still young and don't know how to read faces. A man like Xiaoyao needs a wife with a face like your mother. No one else will do."

Song Rushuang didn't believe it.

How could it be as mysterious as the rumors say?

"Grandpa Taibai, I'm talking to you about reality, why are you talking to Xiaoqi about metaphysics?"

"Good boy, you have to trust the old man's judgment. You two are destined to be a family."

Seeing that her explanation didn't make sense, Song Rushuang just felt a headache.