These words calmed Qiao Yanzhi's heart, which was filled with insecurity at that moment.
All those painful days and nights of longing for grapes are gone.
Now, the grapes are back.
She nodded, tears welling in her eyes, and softly asked her sons, "Does it hurt?"
The four brothers remained silent.
Qiao Yanzhi softened her voice again, her voice choked with emotion several times: "When Qin Song hit you just now, did it hurt?"
Fu Xiuchen and Fu Ziyi shook their heads. Fu Xiuchen spoke first: "It doesn't hurt, Mom."
Fu Jincheng raised an eyebrow despite the pain, his smile somewhat roguish, making his pale face look sickly beautiful. He said, half-coquettishly and half-seriously, "I was injured by Uncle Qin, and I need to eat the bird's nest soup that you made yourself, Mom, to get better."
Qiao Yanzhi saw this and felt a pang of heartache: "How old is this child? Still acting like a spoiled brat?"
This rebuke was mixed with even more doting affection.
Xiao Jinhan: "It's not as heartfelt as yours."
Qiao Yanzhi also knelt down, reached out and hugged all four of her sons.
It's been so long since I've held them like this. I've only just realized that I can't hold them anymore, and I can't lift them up anymore.
When I was little, I could hold them all in my arms.
As I grew up, I could only be held and comforted by them.
The mother and her five children embraced, feeling the warmth of the moment, their hearts connected.
At this moment, Xiao Jinhan's dizziness intensified, and he could no longer support himself, collapsing onto Fu Jincheng's shoulder.
Upon seeing this, Qiao Yanzhi hurriedly went to call him, "Fourth Brother."
He opened his eyes and looked at his mother and brothers with some difficulty, as if trying to stay awake, but in the end, he still fainted.
"Jin Han".
Fourth Brother.
"younger brother."
The three brothers shouted at the same time.
Fu Jincheng carefully placed him on the ground, making him turn to the side to avoid touching the stick wound on his back.
Fu Ziyi got up to get her phone, just about to make a call.
At this moment, Qin Song brought Gu Mobei in.
Before punishing her sons, Qiao Yanzhi had already invited Gu Mobei.
He arrived just as Qiao Yanzhi finished punishing him; the timing was perfect.
Gu Mobei looked at him lying on his side on the ground, his face pale and bloodless, looking like someone who was terminally ill.
He walked over in a few steps; he was already used to this kind of situation.
In the past, after they were punished, they would call their master, Wen Hua, over.
When I called him here today, and considering that they had been hiding Tang Yaoyao's identity, I could understand why they all looked so pale and had blood on their backs.
That was because Qin Song's stick broke the skin.
Gu Mobei frowned: "Help him to the bed."
The other three brothers still had injuries on their backs and legs and could not exert themselves, so Qiao Yanzhi called over a few servants to help him back to his room.
After entering the room, Gu Mobei took out a medicine bottle and started an IV drip on him.
I checked his forehead temperature again and found that he had a slight fever.
First, use physical methods to lower his temperature, such as applying alcohol to acupoints on his hands.
"Auntie, please press his left hand and follow my method to find the acupoints, being careful to avoid the needles."
Qiao Yanzhi wiped away her tears, her heart filled with worry: "Yes."
Fu Xiuchen, Fu Jincheng, and Fu Ziyi didn't leave either; they all stayed around his bedside, waiting for him to wake up.
Fu Xiuchen frowned, also worried: "Jin Han has rarely caught a cold since he was a child, and his body has always been very strong. He shouldn't be unable to withstand fifty lashes."
"Big brother is right."
Qiao Yanzhi held his hand and looked down, and saw some bluish-purple marks on the back of his hand, as if he had received an IV drip.
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