Chu Jinhan and his nephew had just separated from Qin Younian and walked further away when Chu Jinhan received a call from Lin Hao. He paused and answered the call, "Any news?"

"Master Chu, the young master of Siqing Hall is in the fifth branch hall. The group of people just tried to use him to cooperate with us, but we detained him. Please come and take the child over."

Lin Hao's concise words reached the ears of the gloomy Mu Qingji. He looked up at the driver and said in a deep voice, "Go to the fifth branch and turn around immediately."

"brake--"

After a burst of intense braking sounds, the car they were riding in changed direction. Chu Jinhan hung up the phone and immediately called Qin Younian, asking him to go directly to the fifth branch. At that time, Qin Younian almost left the imperial capital. After hearing this, he immediately asked someone to turn around and rush to the fifth branch of Judao Hall.

They soon arrived at the fifth branch. Mu Qingji didn't bother to greet anyone and went directly to the room where the little boy was under Lin Hao's guidance. By then, the little boy had already woken up.

He wrapped himself in a quilt and huddled into the corner, curling himself up into a ball without crying or making a fuss. He refused whatever Old Wu gave him and didn't say a word. He just stared at one place in a daze with lifeless eyes. The initial diagnosis was that he had PTSD.

When Mu Qingji opened the door of the room, he saw the little babe like this. His heart seemed to be torn apart in an instant. The pain intensified and made him feel suffocated.

"Young Master."

When Old Wu saw Mu Qingji, he bowed to him and turned to leave the room. At this time, it was much better for the little boy to have someone familiar accompany him than a stranger.

"Guo Guo."

Mu Qingji walked slowly to the bed and sat down, calling the little boy's name with a trembling voice. His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of scaring him again. The little boy was startled when he heard the familiar voice, and his eyes refocused. When he saw Mu Qingji, he was stunned for a while, then suddenly pouted and stretched out his hands to him while crying, "Brother..."

Seeing this, Mu Qingji quickly reached out and hugged him, holding him in his arms. He looked at the bruises and purple scars on the little guy's body, his eyes became increasingly gloomy, but his hands gently patted the little boy's back, letting him cry in his arms and vent his negative emotions.

"Brother... I'm scared... wuwuwu..."

The little kid grabbed Mu Qingji's clothes tightly, crying and telling him about his fear and anxiety. Mu Qingji hugged him tightly, pulled the quilt to wrap his body, patted his back, his voice low and safe.

"Don't be afraid, brother is with you, always."

The little boy buried his face in Mu Qingji's chest and wet his shirt with his tears. Mu Qingji stayed with him all the time, patting his back gently. He didn't say anything, but just looked at him with heartache and worry.

I don't know how long it took, but the little boy's crying became much quieter, and he gradually stopped crying. He just grabbed Mu Qingji's clothes to wipe his tears. Mu Qingji reached out and hugged the little boy to his arms, wiped his tears, looked into his big eyes and asked gently, "Let's eat something, okay?"

The little kid sat on Mu Qingji's lap, clutching his clothes tightly with his little hands wrapped in gauze. His big red eyes were watery and he looked very aggrieved. He blinked and said in a crying voice, "Brother, hey~"

"Okay, brother will feed you," Mu Qingji heaved a sigh of relief after hearing what the little boy said. He rubbed his little head, took out his phone and called He Xi. He Xi answered the phone almost immediately. Mu Qingji said without further ado, "Prepare the food and send it over."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Qingji hung up the phone. He Xi was used to it and turned around to find Lao Wu. He knew best what kind of food was suitable for the little kid to eat now.

After a while, there was a knock on the door, and Lin Hao personally brought in food suitable for the little girl. "Young Master, Old Wu said that these foods are more suitable for the current state of the Young Master of Siqing Hall. The bowl next to it contains medicine and sugar water. Drink it after the meal."

After Lin Hao finished saying this concisely, he put down the tray, bowed to Mu Qingji, turned around and left. In addition to the bowl of medicine soup and sugar water, there was only a bowl of century egg and lean meat porridge on the tray. It was very late now, and it was indeed not suitable to eat food that was not easy to digest, so this was okay.

Mu Qingji sat on the sofa holding the little baby. He originally wanted to put the little baby on the sofa, but the little baby didn't want to get down. He was afraid that the little guy would cry again, so he simply followed his will and fed him porridge while holding him.

The little baby was quite cute as he grabbed Mu Qingji's clothes and cried for food, but his innocent big eyes were filled with fear and grievance, which made people feel very distressed.

“Don’t drink the medicine~” The little kid buried his face in Mu Qingji’s chest, refusing to drink the bowl of black medicine soup. His voice was filled with tears, which made people feel nervous. It was the first time for the little kid to make such a fuss. He was probably really scared and felt insecure. “Brother~ I don’t want to drink the medicine… Don’t… Woo~”

Mu Qingji patted the little boy's back. He knew that the little guy just felt insecure and was afraid that he would leave, so he did not say something soothing immediately. Instead, he used his actions to tell him that he would always be with him and he didn't need to be afraid anymore.

"Guoguo, if you don't take the medicine, your body won't get better," Mu Qingji gently rubbed the little kid's head, hesitated for a moment, and finally lowered his head and gently kissed the little kid's hair, "So, let's take the medicine and go to sleep, okay? Brother will sleep with you."

The little kid listened to Mu Qingji's words, sniffed his nose, and held onto his clothes tightly with his hands. He looked into his eyes and said in a baby voice that sounded both childish and aggrieved, "Brother, sleep with little Tangguo~"

"Well, brother will accompany you."

Mu Qingji wiped away the little boy's tears and gently hugged him in his arms. The heartache in his eyes almost materialized. The little boy felt relieved and looked at the medicine bowl. Mu Qingji instantly understood what he meant and fed him the medicine. He drank a bowl of medicine soup and then a bowl of sugar water.

Mu Qingji took the little boy to the toilet and washed his hands. After coming back, he held him in his arms and lay down on the bed. The little boy held his clothes tightly and gradually fell asleep under his caress and comfort.

Even though the little kid fell asleep, his little hands did not let go of Mu Qingji's clothes, and he still held them tightly as always. Mu Qingji did not forcefully pry his hands open, but wrapped him in a blanket and carried him out of the room.

Qin Younian, who had been waiting anxiously outside for a long time, saw Mu Qingji coming out holding the sleeping little kid. He immediately stood up from the sofa and went over to him. When Mu Qingji saw that he was about to speak, he stretched out his hand and made a gesture to keep quiet.

Qin Younian shut up immediately, and everyone else's movements and breathing unconsciously became lighter. Mu Qingji brought the little baby to Qin Younian. Qin Younian wanted to hold the little baby in his arms, but found that the little guy was holding Mu Qingji's clothes tightly, so he had to give up.

Everyone silently decided to go back together and take the little baby to the Imperial Capital Children's Hospital for a physical examination, while Sun Zhen and others were taken back to the basement of the Judaotang headquarters. What awaited them would be a torture more painful than death.