This Weibo post quickly climbed to the top of the trending topics.

Jiang Chi remained calm and his hands didn't tremble as he opened his homepage. The Weibo post he had made just over ten minutes ago was flooded with comments at lightning speed.

[When I saw the notification, I thought it was my brother posting a selfie, but when I clicked on it, it was Chaochao's selfie! Ahhh, Gouchi, you finally released Chaochao's picture!!!]

Great! I set it as my screensaver before I deleted it.

[Aaaaa Chaochao, Auntie loves you! I love you the most! I love you to death! Jiang Chi has decided to buy the clothes you endorse to support you because of the photos you posted. (doge emoji)]

Judging from the reflection in Chaochao's eyes, Jiang Chi probably wanted Chaochao to take his picture, but Chaochao accidentally took a picture of herself instead, haha.

[Upstairs, you're truly a modern-day Leeuwenhoek!]

[It's good that I took the wrong picture, it's wonderful that I took the wrong picture! From today onwards, my phone will be the cleanest in the whole house, because I'll be licking the screen a hundred times a day, hehehe]

[This is hilarious! Chaochao didn't even look at her brother directly, hahaha! What is she looking at?!]

Jiang Chi, the person involved, knew what Chaochao was looking at.

His gaze slowly shifted from his phone screen to the little dumpling beside him, who was intently watching. The little dumpling's big, dark eyes would widen and then narrow, completely absorbed in watching the most dramatic soap opera of the year.

If this show could have awards, then the Best Atmosphere award should go to her.

Jiang Chi, his expression numb with calm: "…………"

We need to think of a solution...

For example, we could implement an anti-addiction system.

After a brief silence, his phone suddenly beeped with a notification sound, causing Jiang Chi's heart to skip a beat, accompanied by a vague sense of foreboding.

In a three-person group chat.

Huo Qin: [?]

Old Master Huo followed closely behind: [? ?]

For the first time, Jiang Chi felt such immense pressure from a tiny symbol. He took a deep breath and typed "typo" in the group chat.

He was waiting for the command to delete the Weibo post when, sure enough, Old Master Huo sent another message—

[Original image sent]

A small question mark slowly formed above his head: "...?"

In the end, this Weibo post was saved, and the comment section was flooded with "mommy fans" from all walks of life who came to check in and celebrate with Chaochao, creating an unprecedented scene. In real life, whenever you see someone using Chaochao's selfie as their wallpaper, they excitedly shake hands and greet each other with "Hello, Auntie Chaochao!"

However, Chaochao had no idea about any of this. In any case, she had already experienced a mental upheaval when she saw the uncles, aunts, brothers, and sisters in the company sending her funny emojis. Now she was gradually immune to such "negative comments".

Hmph, she's a good girl, so I won't argue with these immature adults.

For the past two or three days, Chaochao not only stayed at home, but also went to the hospital almost every day. However, it wasn't until the eve of the surgery that Chaochao accidentally learned that Yushen's surgery would involve making a large incision in his back, and she even accidentally glimpsed the surgical animation simulation on the computer.

The little dumpling was completely stunned and stood there dumbfounded.

Is this... is this the surgery?

Chaochao was only three years old. In her memory, no one around her had ever needed surgery. When Grandma Zhou, who had fainted in public, was taken to the hospital, she had already stopped breathing. Moreover, Chaochao was at home at the time, completely unaware of what was happening and looking forward to her grandma bringing candy home.

In the little girl's mind, a sick person would definitely recover after surgery, and the process was as simple as being wheeled in and out of a hospital bed. But after seeing that simulation animation, the young girl suddenly realized that surgery was not simple at all, and could even be described as extremely terrifying—this actually involved cutting open flesh!

The department was filled with the smell of disinfectant. Dr. Tomas was checking surgical details with his assistant. His frameless glasses reflected a cold light under the lamp, making him look professional and sophisticated.

Halfway through his speech, he looked up at the door with his bright green eyes, his round little tufts of hair twitching along the door frame, and finally, he quietly peeked out with his little head.

The green eyes and the black eyes gazed at each other from afar.

Unexpectedly, Chaochao's eyes widened in surprise as she poked her head out and made eye contact with the doctor. She blinked twice involuntarily.

Dr. Tomas remembers her as a young girl who often visited his patients. Because she was quite pleasing to the eye, he couldn't help but take a few extra glances at her during his consultations.

He waved his hand to stop speaking, then looked towards the door and said something in English that Chaochao couldn't understand.

The assistant then noticed the little child at the door and translated for her, "Dr. Thomas wants to know if there's anything I can help you with?"

Chaochao hesitated for a moment, then let go of the door frame with her little hands, walked up to Dr. Thomas, tilted her head up obediently, and asked in a childish voice, "Grandpa Doctor, will Brother Yushen get better after the surgery?"

Although she still firmly believed that Pei Yushen would eventually recover, the surgery seemed very dangerous, which made her feel uneasy.

Thomas has narrow-set, sharp eyes, and when he is expressionless, he gives off the vibe of a wizard from a fantasy movie. Coupled with his unpredictable temperament, it's no wonder that people in the industry call him "Weird Fighter".

He remained expressionless and replied to her in English, "I can't guarantee it, I can only do my best."

Upon hearing the assistant's translation, Chaochao tightened her drooping little hands, then casually clasped them together and raised them up, revealing the milk mint candy in her palms.

Chaochao looked at him earnestly with her almond-shaped eyes and whispered a request: "Grandpa Doctor, could you be a little gentler and not make my brother feel too much pain?"

Thomas adjusted his glasses, a slight smile appearing on his aged face, and picked up the candy. "Okay."

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