Zhao Xiaobei had already eaten up all the food in front of him.
He licked the corner of his mouth with satisfaction, and touched his belly with his little hand. It was round, but there was still room.
I can't wait to pour some hot water into the enamel cup, rinse it again, and eat it with the steamed buns. It will definitely taste good.
Sometimes, I can have a full meal.
Zhao Xiaobei touched his belly and thought happily.
I suddenly heard a word in my ear.
"Put your hand out."
Zhao Xiaobei was startled, thinking that he had done something wrong. His action of touching his belly was discovered, and he must have eaten too much.
The boy rubbed his little shoulders and shivered.
He looked nervously at Song Yingying who was speaking, and slowly stretched out his hand.
He is clearly just a seventeen-year-old child with small hands, but his palms are covered with calluses and scratches.
Not only was he injured in the fall yesterday, but there were also scars left at some unknown time in the past.
Jiang Nian looked at it and frowned uncomfortably.
Song Yingying's expression was calmer than Jiang Nian's, but her slightly furrowed brows still revealed her emotions at the moment.
The sand and stones ripped through my skin, leaving scratches that would take more than a night to heal.
Zhao Xiaobei had just held something hot, and the wound was red and swollen.
I didn't think it was this serious. I should have sent a medical kit over yesterday.
Jiang Nian sighed and suggested, "Wash your hands first."
"Um."
Song Yingying nodded in agreement.
that's all.
Jiang Nian first took Zhao Xiaobei to the water tank to wash his hands, applied soap to him, and scrubbed every dirty finger.
When soapy water touches the wound, pain is inevitable.
But Zhao Xiaobei didn't even frown, he just endured it.
His dark eyes were fixed curiously on the pink soap.
After washing it clean.
Chong went back and sat down.
Song Yingying had already taken out disinfectant iodine, cotton, tweezers, external anti-inflammatory drugs, and gauze from the medicine box.
"Give me your hand."
Zhao Xiaobei obediently handed over his little hand.
Song Yingying lowered her head.
She is slightly nearsighted, not too serious. She just likes to get closer and squint when looking at things.
In this way.
It was the first time that Zhao Xiaobei was very close to her.
So close that one could almost hear his heartbeat.
Song Yingying found very fine sand in the scar on Zhao Xiaobei's palm.
The sand was embedded in the skin and flesh, and even Jiang Nian couldn't flush it out with water, which showed how deep the sand was hidden inside.
The deeper it is hidden, the more it is attached to the skin and flesh, and it hurts when rubbed.
People can't tolerate sand in their eyes, and neither can they tolerate it in their flesh.
How could such a young child endure such pain?
Song Yingying raised her head and gave Zhao Xiaobei a meaningful look.
At this glance, Zhao Xiaobei misunderstood.
He said hurriedly, "I don't feel any pain. It's just a minor injury. No need for treatment. Medicine... is very expensive."
Jiang Nian and Song Yingying didn't listen to what he said.
Song Yingying took the tweezers, lowered her head again, and picked out the tiny grains of sand from Zhao Xiaobei's flesh.
If the sand is not cleaned up, even if the wound heals in the future, it may cause inflammation and pus under the skin.
Song Yingying has tried to make her movements as gentle as possible.
But when the tweezers peeled away the skin and flesh, Zhao Xiaobei still trembled.
He bit his lips tightly and didn't make a sound.
Jiang Nian suddenly spoke at the side.
"Xiaobei, have you ever been to school?"
"No, there is no school in my hometown village. If you want to go to school, you have to go to town, which is very far and takes two hours to walk."
Although Zhao Xiaobei is young, he has very quick logical thinking and his answers are very clear.
If anyone else asked this question, he would not answer.
But he had just eaten the noodles made by Jiang Nian, and he was still eating so much that his stomach was still hot. He had a natural feeling for this Aunt Jiang.
"It takes two hours to go there? It takes four hours to go back and forth. It's really far. Do you want to go to school? Do you want to learn to read and study?"
Jiang Nian asked with a sigh.
Zhao Xiaobei didn't say anything this time. He hesitated and nodded.
"Come and go! Aunt Jiang will tell you that we have a school here. It's very close, and it only takes 15 minutes to walk there. Once you have completed the enrollment procedures, you can go to school."
Zhao Xiaobei suddenly became excited, showing childish emotions for the first time.
"Aunt Jiang, is it true? Can I go to school?"
"It's true. Aunt Jiang is not lying to you. You are just in the first grade of elementary school at this age. Later, you can go to junior high school and high school."
Following Jiang Nian's gentle words, a scene that he had never experienced before and dared not imagine appeared in Zhao Xiaobei's mind.
He can go to school...he can actually go to school!
Zhao Xiaobei couldn't help but smile up.
"Aunt Jiang, what is the school like? Can you tell me about it?"
"A school has teachers, a playground, lots of little kids, and teachers. There is a flagpole on the playground, very high, with a red flag flying..."
Jiang Nian had never been to the nearby school, but he could imagine its general appearance and talked about it.
Song Yingying listened to their conversation without stopping her hands.
She knew that Jiang Nian said this to distract Zhao Xiaobei and make him feel less pain.
Song Yingying lost no time to clean and disinfect the wound, using cotton dipped in iodine to wipe the wound.
Zhao Xiaobei was so stimulated that he shrank his hands, but he still listened to Jiang Nian's words with great interest.
Song Yingying treated the wound quickly, and then wrapped a bandage around Zhao Xiaobei's palm.
Although the wound is not deep, the child will not know the severity of the wound, so it is better to tie it up and let it rest for a few days.
Time passes in the blink of an eye.
Zhao Xiaobei's hands were both tied with several rounds of bandages.
Song Yingying skillfully tied the bandage into a knot.
While Jiang Nian was talking to Zhao Xiaobei, he was paying attention to Song Yingying's movements.
She raised her eyebrows in surprise.
At the beginning, handing the medicine box to Song Yingying was a test for Jiang Nian.
She didn't expect Song Yingying to really take it over, and the steps she took to treat the wound and the way she put on the bandage were obviously professional.
Could it be that Song Yingying in this world is also studying medicine?
But Liang Yuxiu clearly said yesterday that Song Yingying's grandmother is a university professor majoring in medicine.
Song Yingying has a scholarly temperament, and looks like a talented woman who is sad about the passing of time while reading novels and poems.
Jiang Nian was suspicious and asked.
"Yingying, have you ever learned any medical knowledge?"
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