The traditional Chinese medicine doctor was certain that Fu Weidong had no physical problems, but this inexplicable weakness was rather strange.
I hope Fan Xiaofan will give Fu Weidong more nutritious food.
Fan Xiaofan thanked the old Chinese medicine doctor, nodded, and patted the little dumpling's head reassuringly.
A thoughtful look flashed in her eyes, and she asked Little Lemon directly, "What's wrong with Little Dumpling?"
Little Lemon's innocent, loli-like voice rang out: "Host, I already warned you that a corrupted species is approaching."
"What is a 'blackened species'? Who knows what you mean?"
Little Lemon continued innocently, "I don't understand either. It's probably a destructive product that is harmful to people and society."
Fan Xiaofan pressed on, "How could it be Little Dumpling? Little Dumpling is so well-behaved..."
Little Lemon chuckled: "Host, what if you hadn't appeared in this era?"
Like a blow to the head, Fan Xiaofan naturally understood what Xiao Ningmeng meant. If she hadn't appeared here, people like the Tian family would have simply thrown the little dumpling out. But the little dumpling was so small and had no survival skills whatsoever; she didn't even have the compressed biscuits that Fan Xiaofan had initially thought were scarce...
How will that little dumpling survive? If it follows that trajectory, what will happen to him?
The more Fan Xiaofan thought about it, the more frightened she felt.
Little Lemon continued in her emotionless, cutesy voice, "So I think, maybe, a dark species was created."
Fu Weidong nervously tugged at Fan Xiaofan's sleeve. Although the fairy sister was still comforting him, he still said nervously, "I, I'm fine."
When the fairy sister isn't around, he'll tell that bad guy not to do that again, or he'll beat him to death.
The little dumpling suddenly developed a passion for the kung fu that Shi Lingheng taught him, something like, "You only realize how little you know when you need it..."
Seeing his unease, Fan Xiaofan lowered her head and kissed his cheek, saying, "It's okay, you're already too tired. You need to rest, don't push yourself. Go to sleep, I'll stay with you..."
The little dumpling was clearly exhausted. Even an adult would fall asleep from sheer fatigue in this state, but he kept his eyes wide open and stubbornly stayed awake.
As if comforted by this, the little dumpling blinked and moved a few more times, as if it felt safer to be closer to the fairy sister, before finally falling asleep to Fan Xiaofan's softly hummed nursery rhyme.
Fan Xiaofan then began to think about this matter. The corrupted species that Xiao Ningmeng mentioned did exist, and it was even very likely that it was hidden in Xiao Tuanzi's body.
The house is a mess, and there's also the cold indifference and temper tantrums...
That was another little dumpling, probably devoid of love, finding pleasure in destruction, and without any scruples.
She thanked the old Chinese medicine doctor and left with the little dumpling. Fu Weidong was already five years old, and carrying him like that was very tiring, but Fan Xiaofan never put her hands down.
Back at their lodgings, Aunt Ji from next door heard the commotion and came over with some concern to ask, "I think I heard something was wrong just now, is something the matter?"
Regarding the little dumpling, she couldn't talk about the mutated species, so she said wearily, "The child isn't feeling well..."
Aunt Ji asked anxiously, "Are you alright?"
Ji Sanmei, on the other hand, stared intently at Fu Weidong, who was still unconscious and being held in Fan Xiaofan's arms.
A hint of doubt appeared in his eyes, and his not-so-clean fingers nervously rubbed against his somewhat dirty clothes.
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