Zhang Qiaoyue prepared a very rich variety of dishes, and in the end, most of them were completely eaten thanks to everyone's efforts.

Chi Ming and his wife, along with their grandparents, looked at the empty plate with perfectly synchronized expressions, all grinning from ear to ear.

Poor Chi Chan, having so many empty plates to wash.

However, while washing dishes, Chi Chan listened to the laughter coming from the living room and felt that this was a kind of happiness!

Do you need any help?

Chi Chan was washing the dishes when she heard Ji Siyuan's voice.

The sudden sound startled Chi Chan.

The plate full of foam in her hand slipped and fell to the ground as Chi Chan turned around.

"Sizzle!—"

A crisp sound of porcelain shattering rang out.

The laughter and talking in the living room stopped abruptly.

"Xiao Chan—what's wrong?"

It was Zhang Qiaoyue who asked loudly.

Chi Chan raised her voice as she returned to the living room.

"It's nothing—I slipped and accidentally broke a plate!"

"Okay—then be careful, don't cut your hand!"

As soon as Zhang Qiaoyue finished speaking, Chi Chan hurriedly picked up the broken pieces of the plate and cut her hand in the process.

In the midst of the chaos and confusion, he appeared quite disheveled.

Unfortunately, all of this was witnessed by Ji Siyuan, who felt utterly humiliated and ashamed to the point of wanting to die.

Chi Chan felt incredibly embarrassed; Ji Siyuan had only offered a simple greeting, yet she had reacted so strongly.

Ji Siyuan, unaware of Chi Chan's awkwardness, quickly came over and squatted down.

Before Chi Chan could react, she picked up the broken pieces from the ground, wrapped them in layers of kitchen paper towels, and threw them into the trash can.

Chi Chan stood up awkwardly and went to the sink to wash the foam and bloodstains off her hands.

A shard of porcelain cut Chi Chan's fingernail-length skin, which, mixed with grease and dish soap foam, hurt terribly.

But Chi Chan could endure it.

After carefully wrapping the porcelain, Ji Siyuan threw it into the trash can. When he stood up, he found Chi Chan washing her wound with tap water, her brows furrowed tightly.

He went straight up and grabbed Chi Chan's arm, pulling Chi Chan's hand out of the water.

Chi Chan: "...???"

Ji Siyuan said with a serious expression, "You can't rinse the wound directly with tap water! There are a lot of bacteria in it!"

"fine--"

I've always done it this way since I was a child! After rinsing off the bloodstains, I just put on a band-aid and that's it!

Chi Chan didn't have a chance to say the last sentence because Ji Siyuan pulled her out of the kitchen.

"Uncle Chi, Chi Chan's hand is injured. Could you tell me where your first-aid kit is?"

Chi Minghe, who had initially thought it was just a broken bowl and continued chatting with everyone, suddenly changed his expression and stood up from the sofa: "Xiao Chan is injured? Where is she injured?"

Seeing the tense expressions on the faces of everyone in the Chi family, Chi Chan quickly said, "It's nothing! I just accidentally cut myself while picking up the shards!"

Hearing Chi Chan say this, the others felt relieved.

In the eyes of the Chi family adults, bumps and bruises are nothing serious; every child grows up like that.

Chi Minghe visibly relaxed, but his furrowed brows didn't immediately relax: "We just moved in, and we didn't prepare a first-aid kit or anything! There's not even a band-aid in the house!"

Chi Chan's injured hand was still being held by Ji Siyuan, so she had no choice but to wave her hand vigorously with her uninjured hand to indicate that she didn't need it.

After all, it's just a small cut; by the time I get back from buying band-aids, the bleeding might stop.

If the bleeding has stopped, doesn't that mean it's almost healed?

Chi Chan jokingly said to Ji Siyuan, "No need for all that trouble. By the time you come back from buying the medicine, the wound will have healed!"

Ji Siyuan said with a serious expression, "Uncle Chi, I'm taking Chi Chan out to buy medicine!"

Chi Minghe looked at Ji Siyuan's serious face and thought that the child was quite serious. He waved his hand and let the two of them go.

So, Ji Siyuan held Chi Chan's hand all the way down to the apartment building.

Chi Chan couldn't keep up with Ji Siyuan's hurried pace, so she reminded him. Only then did Ji Siyuan let go of Chi Chan's hand.

You're making a mountain out of a molehill!

Chi Chan thought this was a trivial matter!

"If small wounds are not properly disinfected and protected, like you just did, rinsing the wound directly with tap water can carry a risk of tetanus infection. If you get tetanus..."

On the way to the neighborhood pharmacy, Ji Siyuan kept talking.

When he finally finished speaking, he turned to meet Chi Chan's lifeless gaze.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing! You're absolutely right, even small wounds need to be treated with care!"

Chi Chan nodded repeatedly; she couldn't think of any other word besides "agree."

Ji Siyuan had always been a man of few words, but today, Chi Chan saw him talking so much for the first time, so much so that she couldn't even get a word in edgewise.

When Ji Siyuan arrived at the pharmacy, he went straight to the medicine shelf and took the relevant medicines and supplies himself without asking the nurse to name the medicines.

While Chi Chan was still looking for a band-aid, she discovered that Ji Siyuan had already paid the bill.

Seeing that Ji Siyuan was carrying a bulging bag, Chi Chan gave up the idea of ​​doing it herself and followed Ji Siyuan to the pavilion in the community garden.

Chi Chan obediently sat down in the pavilion and stretched out her injured finger.

Stare at the wound above.

The wound, about the size of a fingernail, had been tightly pressed against by Chi Chan when she came to the pharmacy after she wrapped it with a tissue. Now that the tissue was removed, apart from the bloodstains on the tissue, the wound had stopped bleeding long ago.

Chi Chan really thought Ji Siyuan was exaggerating.

Then she witnessed a scene even more exaggerated than she had imagined.

Ji Siyuan took the things he had just bought out of the medicine bag and placed them on the table.

Chi Chan looked at each item one by one, going from being nonchalant at the beginning to being dumbfounded at the end.

Disposable medical gloves, alcohol, saline solution, hydrogen peroxide, cotton swabs, iodine, gauze, medical tape...

Finally, what was pulled out of the bag was a box of antibiotics.

Chi Chan:......

This is so complete!

That's seriously outrageous!

Ji Siyuan's serious and solemn attitude made Chi Chan feel as if she had not suffered a small injury, but rather had contracted some incurable terminal illness.

This made Chi Chan start to wonder if she had been too harsh on herself?

At Ji Siyuan's prompting look, Chi Chan extended her injured finger.

Ji Siyuan put on gloves, carefully disinfected Chi Chan again, then applied Yunnan Baiyao, carefully wrapped the injured area with gauze, and finally secured it with medical tape.

Chi Chan stared at her fingers repeatedly.