"Yes...yes, yes..." Lan Qingyue answered vaguely, then gently bounced Chu Chu's small body with both hands to adjust her position.
A three-year-old child is neither too heavy nor too light, and Lan Qingyue frequently gritted her teeth as the force in her hands pressed down on her.
This baby is so heavy, she won't need to carry her every day, Lan Qingyue sadly realized this important problem.
"Number 33, Chuchu, come over for your vaccination. Number 34, Qi Huanhuan, wait in the office." A nurse poked her head out of the corridor and called out the numbers.
"Oh, coming." The nurse's call came just in time. Lan Qingyue was carrying Chu Chu, who was moving around and protesting against getting vaccinated. Walking in ten-centimeter high heels was incredibly difficult.
There were two people in the doctor's office, a female nurse and a male doctor. The male doctor first verified Chu Chu's identity before letting the nurse go over to administer the vaccine. Guan Zhizhi was also holding the child and waiting on the sofa in the office.
Upon seeing Guan Zhizhi, the male doctor said, "Sister-in-law, your brother didn't come with you."
Lan Qingyue couldn't help but glance at the doctor again, but was interrupted by Chu Chu's crying. She flailed her little arms, her chubby hands trembling, and cried out unwillingly, "Mommy, Chu Chu doesn't want a shot, it hurts... Mommy... Daddy..." She said the last two words to Qi Yu, who was standing straight at the door.
Lan Qingyue was exhausted. Chu Xiao had left two years ago, so why was this little dumpling calling Qi Yu "Dad"?
Could it be that she has a penchant for recognizing handsome men as her fathers?
Children speak without thinking, but the words "Dad" caught Guan Zhizhi and the male doctor's attention. The male doctor stood up, went to the door, patted Qi Yu on the shoulder, and said in a cheerful tone, "Wow, Qi Yu, none of us guys have found a wife yet, and your quiet daughter is already so grown up. I'm impressed."
"She's not my daughter," Qi Yu repeated through gritted teeth.
"Oh, I know, I know. What's there to be embarrassed about, you're a grown man?" the male doctor replied perfunctorily. He turned back to his office, took the needle from the nurse, and administered the medicine himself. Holding up the needle that would make many children burst into tears at the sight of it, he slowly squatted down and said in a calm tone, "Little baby, you're so cute. Don't cry. Uncle is very good. I'll just give you a light prick."
"You're lying!" Chu Chu pouted, raising both hands behind her neck with a look of resistance.
"Mommy, let's not get the shot, okay? If Chuchu doesn't cry anymore, good children won't need the shot. Let's go home, okay?"
Lan Qingyue didn't know how to answer. While she was trying to think of a reply, Chu Chu looked at the male doctor wearing a mask in front of her, cautiously leaned closer, puffed out her cheeks, and smiled so much that her eyes narrowed into slits. "Big brother, you're so handsome! Chu Chu likes you..."
The male doctor raised an eyebrow, leaned even closer to Chu Chu, and said happily, "Big brother likes you too, so little darling, how about you hold out your hand?"
"No, no, no," Chu Chu protested, clinging to Lan Qingyue's shoulder and wrapping her arms around her neck, demonstrating exactly what it means to change your mind faster than flipping through a book. "Hmph, you're not handsome anymore, Chu Chu doesn't like you anymore."
Lan Qingyue's headache worsened. After a while, she tried to be patient and gently persuaded, "Chuchu, be good, it'll only be a little bit, it won't hurt..."
Chu Chu, ever the shrewd one, declared, "Even if it doesn't hurt, Mommy will still hit you."
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