Just as the adults inside the house were having a lively conversation, a loud "bang" suddenly came from outside the yard.
Yan Bo and his wife rushed out immediately. They saw that the little boy was lying face down on the ground with his butt in the air and his face down, while the scooter was tilted not far away from him, and the snake was still spinning around.
"Zizai, did you fall?" Yan Bo and his wife's hearts jumped into their throats, and even the old lady's voice trembled.
By the time the two of them ran over, the little guy had already sat up from the ground, his eyes red, but he forced a smile and looked at Yanbo and his wife, "Zizai is alright..."
He kept saying he was fine, but tears kept welling up in his eyes.
Old Madam Yan felt very sorry for him. She knelt down in front of him, took his little hands and looked at them. She couldn't help but gasp.
The little guy's two chubby little hands were scratched by small sand and stones, and beads of blood kept oozing out, which was a shocking sight for Old Madam Yan.
Having spent the first half of her life living on the edge, she should not even consider such superficial wounds as injuries.
But seeing her grandson trying to comfort them while enduring the pain, Old Madam Yan felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife.
"Zizai, come here, Grandpa will carry you inside."
Yanbo also squatted down, and upon seeing the wound, he immediately frowned, looking anxious, and reached out to hug the little guy.
Zizai bit his lip and struggled to his feet. "Zizai can walk..."
Before sending him back to the Yan family, Zhu Qianying had told him that his grandparents were getting old, and that he couldn't be willful or unreasonable. Most importantly, he could act cute however he wanted, but he couldn't ask his grandparents to hold him.
Yanbo and his wife are already 73 years old. It's not that they can't lift the baby, but it's still a bit dangerous.
Mr. and Mrs. Yan had no choice but to help the little guy, who was limping, into the inner room, while Grandpa Yan and Grandma Yan, who were equally anxious, were already waiting in the inner room with their medicine boxes.
Yanbo first cleaned Zizai's little hands. The little guy was indeed strong, biting his lip the whole time without making a sound.
Soon, the old man's personal physician arrived, took over the cleaning and wound care, and neatly bandaged the wound before giving the little guy a tetanus shot.
"Xiao Xu, is Zizai's wound alright?"
Grandma Yan felt heartbroken seeing her great-grandson's tears welling up in his eyes and never falling. She would rather the little guy cry and scream than keep holding it in like this.
"Grandma Yan, the young master is fine. He's just a kid, his metabolism is fast, he should be alright in a couple of days."
As he spoke, he reached out and patted the little guy's head, praising, "However, there aren't many people your age who can endure this pain!"
The little one lifted his eyelids, looked at the doctor with teary eyes, and then softly said, "Thank you, doctor uncle."
He's so well-behaved that you just want to hug him and cherish him.
After hearing the doctor's explanation, the elders of the Yan family were finally relieved. Then, Yan Bo instructed Dr. Xu, "Zizai just came back limping. Dr. Xu, could you take a look and see if he twisted his ankle somewhere?"
Dr. Xu rolled up the little guy's thick cotton pants, held his ankle with one hand, and gently rotated his foot. "Son, does it hurt?"
The little guy shook his head, and Dr. Xu gently pressed from his ankle down to his knee. "Does it hurt?"
The answer I received was still a shake of the head.
After examining both feet, Dr. Xu said, "It seems there shouldn't be any major problems now. I'll leave a bottle of medicinal wine; if the young master complains of pain, he can use it to rub on it. Of course, if there is any redness or swelling, call me immediately, and I will come over to handle it."
Because the little one injured his hands, both of them were wrapped in gauze and shaped like little buns, so he couldn't play with anything. The only thing he could do was to turn on the TV and obediently snuggle in Grandma Yan's arms to watch it.
Around noon, Zhu Qianying received a phone call. She first chatted with Grandpa Yan and Grandma Yan for a while, exchanging greetings with the two elders, before starting to chat with the little guy.
Holding the little guy in her arms, Madam Yan thought that the little guy wouldn't act spoiled in front of them, but he would probably act spoiled, or even cry, in front of his own mother.
But when the little guy held the microphone, he talked about what delicious food he ate with his great-grandparents and what fun things his older siblings played with him. He didn't mention a word about falling and injuring his hand in the yard.
Madam Yan privately said to Yan Bo, "Old Yan, do you think Zizai is suffering too much from holding it in? He's only four years old, how can he be so sensible?"
Yanbo pondered for a long time before saying, "Zizai has a very strong personality and is very responsible. In his eyes, no matter how powerful his mother is, she is still someone who needs protection. Moreover, he probably subconsciously feels that it is not easy for his mother to raise him. Therefore, he subconsciously pretends to be strong in front of Ying'er."
After listening to Yan Bo's analysis, Madam Yan couldn't help but sigh, "It's all because of that brat Xiao Han's misdeeds!"
Yan Bo hugged her and comforted her, "Don't worry, Xiao Han probably realized it himself, so he's trying his best to make up for it. Trust him..."
Because the little guy clearly didn't want Zhu Qianying to worry, Yan Bo and his wife also mentioned his injury to Zhu Qianying.
However, I did mention it to Yan Han.
On the phone, Madam Yan couldn't help but complain again, and Yan Han listened silently without arguing back.
In the afternoon, seeing that it was almost time, Yan Han called the little guy.
"Zizai, Uncle Xu said you hurt your hand?"
Yan Han was clever enough not to sell his mother.
"Oh..." The little guy had just woken up and was still a bit grumpy, looking unusually dazed.
"Does it hurt?" Yan Han felt a hissing pain in his palm when he heard his mother describe it on the phone.
"It doesn't hurt..." The little guy had a small tuft of hair sticking up on the back of his head. He shook his head, and the tuft of hair swayed back and forth.
As Madam Yan looked at his incredibly adorable appearance, she wanted to laugh, but hearing his words, she felt a pang of sadness.
"How about we let your grandparents take you home?"
Yan Han hadn't seen her son for two days and missed him terribly. Now that she heard he had fallen, she wished she could fly there immediately to bring him back to her side, take good care of him, and make sure he wasn't hurt in the slightest.
"No, Mommy said that Zizai should spend more time with his great-grandparents..."
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