Seeing that Xie Zhiyan's head was still wrapped in thick gauze, Yangyang's lips, which had been moving, fell silent.

Actually, he really wanted to say that he didn't want to see what the man looked like.

But Xie Zhiyan was so badly injured that everyone called him a great hero.

He was injured and encountered an accident on his way to find his mother. Something was burning Yangyang's little heart.

The little guy couldn't help but touch Xie Zhiyan's fingers, but quickly withdrew them.

So this is what Dad looks like. He really does look exactly like the picture.

It's not some black bear spirit, nor is it that fierce and menacing.

He just lay there quietly, without saying a word, even quieter than his sister's doll.

My father also has many wounds on his arms, and perhaps because he is still feverish, his body is also very hot.

The little guy remembered when he was sick before, his head was burning hot, his body was as hot as a fireball, and he was in a lot of pain all over. His mother held him all night.

He was in so much pain just from a fever back then, but Dad has so many wounds and scars on his body. Is he in a lot of pain right now?

All sorts of questions flooded Yangyang's mind.

He wanted to ask Shu Ying, but he didn't know how to say it.

Yueyue's eyes reddened with heartache. Her small hand almost touched Xie Zhiyan's face, but she was afraid that she would hurt him by being clumsy, so she gently pulled it back.

"Mom, how did Dad get so badly hurt? Will the doctor be able to cure him?"

Before she could finish speaking, large tears had already fallen.

How can it not hurt?

Yangyang turned away awkwardly, her eyes also reddening.

But he's a man, and he won't shed tears over such a trivial matter.

Who knows, he might become a great hero someday. Crying over a little injury is not cool at all.

Shu Ying placed the two people on her lap and gently soothed them.

"It will be alright. Even if the doctors can't do anything, Mom will try. I can cure Aunt Qingqing, and of course I can cure Dad too. But you can't cry anymore. Although Dad hasn't woken up yet, he can hear you two talking and knows you're crying. Dad will be anxious and heartbroken."

Yueyue wiped away her tears with her sleeve and nodded heavily: "Dad, my brother and I are very strong children, so don't worry about us. My brother and I can recite a lot of poems. You need to wake up soon so we can recite them for you."

Yangyang nodded along uncontrollably.

Anyway, it's good that he's awake, otherwise my sister will worry.