"Mr. He, what happened? You're so panicking! Oh my God, why is Xiao Yuanbao bleeding?" As soon as the neighbor went out, he saw Mr. He running out in a panic with the child in his arms. When he got closer and took a look, he was shocked.

"Yuanbao is injured. I want to take him to see a doctor." He Fulang hugged the two-year-old child who was crying in his arms, his face full of fear.

"I have a bullock cart at home, I can take you there faster."

Knowing that Xiao Yuanbao's situation could not be delayed, the neighbor hurriedly pulled his ox cart out.

Their place is quite far from the clinic.

He Fulang hurriedly thanked him and got on the ox cart with the child in his arms.

"Yuanbao, be good, it's okay. Daddy will take you to see a doctor. It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt..." He Fulang kept coaxing little Yuanbao softly.

The little boy in her arms had a fever that hadn't gone away. His body was burning hot, like a small stove. He was wet, with traces of being soaked by the scalding medicine. The skin on his exposed arms was red. Children's skin is the most delicate, and the red skin seemed like it would fall off with a slight touch.

One side of his cheek also turned red, obviously burned by the medicine.

He Fulang was trembling all over. He didn't dare to touch it, for fear of hurting Xiao Yuanbao again.

"Daddy, Daddy..." The child was in a daze and kept calling for Daddy, but his voice gradually became weaker.

"Daddy's Yuanbao, please don't get into trouble." He Fulang didn't want to cry. He couldn't cry at this time, but his tears still fell.

The hand holding the child felt wet and sticky. He Fulang didn't dare to look, because he knew that it was Yuanbao's blood.

"Wang Mian, what on earth happened? How could Xiao Yuanbao be injured so badly?" the neighbor asked while driving the carriage.

Wang Mian is exactly He Fulang's name.

He bit his lips tightly, unable to say anything.

They say even a tiger won't eat its own cubs, but He Ling actually...

Wang Mian's chest heaved violently, his eyes filled with hatred.

His words were more than just a threat. If anything really happened to Xiao Yuanbao, he would definitely fight He Ling to the death.

-

At this time, Zhang Xiuyuan was in the clinic.

Zhao Chuchu has recently been using fresh herbs and plants in conjunction with spiritual springs to try to research medicinal plants.

Medicinal plants, as the name suggests, are plants with medicinal value.

Originally, Zhao Chuchu planned to come in person, but she was too busy for the time being, so Zhang Xiuyuan went on her behalf.

Zhao Chuchu had already told him about the Lingquan on their wedding night.

Zhang Xiuyuan was surprised to see water flowing from Zhao Chuchu's fingertips. He felt like his worldview had been overturned, but he quickly accepted it.

"Mr. Yuan, these are the herbs you asked for. Please take them back." The waiter packed the herbs and handed them to Zhang Xiuyuan.

"Thank you." After taking the herbs, Zhang Xiuyuan took out the silver.

"Make way, make way, where is the doctor? Come out quickly and save people." Zhang Xiuyuan was about to leave with the medicinal materials when he suddenly heard a noise outside.

Then a young man ran in holding a child.

The man's face was full of fear, panic and sadness.

As he walked in, blood dripped onto the ground, which was very glaring.

And the child in his arms...

When they took a look, everyone gasped.

How did this kid get injured like this?

The doctor at the clinic ignored the other patients and rushed forward to check on the child.