The two brothers, Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiefang, followed closely behind, roaring as they ran to Yan Jiekuang.
Liu Guangfu stood there dumbfounded, only to be kicked away by Yan Jiecheng. "If anything happens to my little brother, then our two families will perish together."
Yan Jiecheng shouted these words with heart-wrenching force, and Liu Guangfu collapsed to the ground, his eyes filled with terror and helplessness.
Even Liu Haizhong and his son Liu Guangtian were no longer concerned about the kick Liu Guangfu had just received; their eyes were fixed on Yan Jiekuang, who was in Yan Bugui's arms.
Yi Zhonghai felt his heart almost stop beating; his worst fears had come true.
Aunt Li kept slapping her thighs with both hands, muttering, "What should I do? What should I do?"
Sha Zhu glanced at Wang Dabao and thought to himself, "Damn it, this kid was right! Yan Jiekuang must have had a serious brain injury!"
He might grow up to be an idiot!
Even though Yan Bugui held his youngest son in his arms, Yan Jiekuang continued to struggle, as if he didn't recognize Yan Bugui.
Until Yan Jiekuang met Liu Guangfu's gaze again, he screamed "Ah!" and his eyes rolled back as he fainted.
"Old Yi, get Liu Guangfu away quickly. If Yan Jiekuang sees him when he wakes up, he will be even more traumatized."
Wang Dabao said a few words and quickly went to check on Yan Jiekuang's condition, but in his heart he was complaining, "Damn it, these two were really born in the wrong era. If they were born in later generations, they would definitely be winning Best Actor awards all the time."
Before Yi Zhonghai could speak, Liu Haizhong quickly told Liu Guangtian to help Liu Guangfu up and walk him home.
Wang Dabao squatted down and examined Yan Jiekuang's eyelids, then touched his forehead and the back of his neck. He then beckoned to the two brothers, Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiefang, and said, "You two brothers should take Jiekuang home quickly. The child is showing signs of fever. Prepare towels and water. When the fever spikes, wipe the child's body with the towels to lower the temperature."
The two Yan brothers nodded quickly. Yan Jiefang picked up Yan Jiekuang and ran home, with Yan Jiecheng jogging behind.
Yan Jiefang slowed down only after entering the front yard.
"Jiefang, slow down! Why are you running so fast? Don't drop Jiekuang again," Yan Jiecheng whispered from behind.
Yan Jiefang, panting heavily, said, "Brother, we have to run! I feel like I can't keep up the act any longer, haha..."
"Holy crap."
Yan Jiecheng tensed up and rushed to Yan Jiefang, covering his mouth with his hand. "Do you want to die? All your efforts will be wasted if someone hears you."
"Put me down quickly."
Yan Jiekuang opened his eyes and spoke softly.
"no."
Yan Jiecheng stomped his feet in anger, “Have you forgotten what Wang Dabao said? There are too many people and too many eyes in the compound. Hurry up and take it home. You’ll have to keep pretending when you get home.”
Upon hearing that he would have to continue pretending when he got home, Yan Jiekuang's face immediately fell.
In the Intermediate Court, after Yan Jiefang carried Yan Jiekuang away, everyone came to their senses.
"Brother Da Bao, what's the current situation with Jie Kuang?"
Yi Zhonghai moved closer to Wang Dabao and asked him a question.
Wang Dabao sighed, "He's already started having a fever. He's obviously been through a lot of trauma. I estimate he'll need to stay home and recuperate for a long time after this serious illness, and he can't leave the house or see any strangers."
"Of course, I'm not a doctor. We'll have to wait until the child's fever breaks to see how things go. His mental state will be a problem afterward, and I guess we'll have to take him to the hospital for treatment frequently."
Upon hearing Wang Dabao's words, Yan Bugui, Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong, and the other residents of the compound who had previously been watching the spectacle with amusement all turned pale.
Yan Bugui, tears streaming down his face, wiped them away and looked at Liu Haizhong with a fierce glint in his eyes: "You surnamed Liu, if anything happens to my son, I will make your Liu Guangfu pay with his life."
Liu Haizhong instantly went limp, took his hands down from behind his back, and didn't dare to meet Yan Bugui's gaze.
"Old Yan, don't get agitated. The kid's just scared. It'll be nothing serious. We used to fight all the time when we were kids."
"You, surnamed Liu, are talking nonsense. How old is your son? My Jie Kuang is only this old."
Yan Bugui became more and more agitated as he spoke, tears streaming down his face as if they were free. "In short, if Jie Kuang cannot recover, I will die with you."
Yi Zhonghai panicked. How could he possibly resolve things that had escalated to this point?
“Old Yan, calm down. Perhaps Jie Kuang’s condition isn’t as serious as you think,” Wang Dabao said, stepping forward. “I think Jie Kuang’s condition just now was mostly due to excessive fright, but he didn’t shut down his consciousness. Let’s keep him out of school for the next two weeks to a month and take him to the hospital to check his brain and nerves.”
"Brother Da Bao, are you telling the truth? Jie Kuang isn't as seriously ill as you said before, is he?"
Yi Zhonghai felt like he was on a roller coaster, even more sensitive than Yan Bugui and Liu Haizhong.
Wang Dabao nodded: "Theoretically, that's true, but it still needs to be diagnosed by the hospital."
"In my opinion, this matter cannot be left unresolved."
Xu Damao, his face swollen like a donkey's, squeezed to the front and peered at Liu Haizhong, whose face was pale. "The hospital expenses for Yan Jiekuang, as well as the expenses for the shock and the care at home, all of these should be paid to Liu Haizhong."
"If anything happens to the child, Liu Haizhong will have to pay with his life."
"Xu Damao, get out of my way, this is none of your business." Liu Haizhong waved his hand and glared at Xu Damao.
"Alright, stop arguing."
Yi Zhonghai stepped forward, glanced at Liu Haizhong, and said, "Although Xu Damao's way of speaking was wrong, he still has some truth to it. Jie Kuang was beaten like this by Guangfu, and you, Liu Haizhong, as his father, have to take responsibility."
Sha Zhu clicked his tongue and said, "Second Uncle, I think First Uncle is right about this."
“It was wrong of Liu Guangfu to hit Yan Jiekuang, a child of only ten years old, let alone hit him like this. Ultimately, it’s because you didn’t educate your child properly.”
Sha Zhu could already foresee that after hearing these words, Liu Haizhong would probably beat Liu Guangfu and Liu Guangtian to death when he got home, and just thinking about it made him feel very satisfied.
Many residents in the compound echoed this sentiment, feeling that Liu Haizhong should provide some compensation to the Yan family, at least covering the child's medical expenses and living expenses.
"Okay, I'll pay for it."
Liu Haizhong gritted his teeth and said, "But if we pay this money, and Yan Jiekuang has any problems with his treatment in the future, we can't blame it on my family."
Yi Zhonghai looked at Yan Bugui, wanting an answer from him.
Yan Bugui ignored him, preoccupied with his own thoughts, though to outsiders it appeared to be excessive grief.
Left with no other option, Yi Zhonghai could only turn to Wang Dabao: "Brother Dabao, do you think what Lao Liu said is feasible?"
"It is theoretically feasible. Yan Jiekuang's subsequent recovery involves going to the hospital for treatment from time to time."
Wang Dabao nodded, "However, the expenses will probably be considerable."
"Approximately how much will be needed?"
"It should cost at least three hundred yuan."
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