"Oh dear, my son, what's wrong? Quick, help him up!" Jiao's mother, wearing a robe, walked over with the help of servants, her expression haggard but unable to hide her joy.
Jiang Shan stopped in his tracks the moment he saw Jiao's mother.
My heart, which had been tense for two days and two nights, suddenly relaxed. My emotions felt like they were being entangled by something, and I inexplicably wanted to cry.
"Mother!" Jiang Shan let out a sob, leaned softly against Xi'er, closed his eyes, and wanted to fall asleep immediately.
She hadn't slept a wink the entire way. Even when she stayed at the inn, her mind was constantly racing, worrying about this and that, her eyes wide open from dusk till dawn.
"Shan'er, Sanlang, my sons, you're finally back! I've missed you so much!" Jiao's mother hugged Sanlang, who was seeing stars from the impact, and looked at Jiang Shan, crying and laughing at the same time.
Sanlang rubbed his head, forced his eyelids open, and grinned, "Mom, you're alright! That's great!"
"Steward Zhou, quickly ask Doctor Yuan to come and take a look! Sanlang has a bump on his head!" Wang Siniang exclaimed.
"Let's show it to the young master too, he's crying so hard!" Liangchen said weakly.
Mother Jiao belatedly looked over, and was so happy that she slapped her thigh. Ignoring Sanlang, she waved to Jiang Huai, "My dear grandson, come here and let your grandmother see you!"
As they were talking, Butler Zhou came over from the backyard with the doctor.
Jiang Shan looked at the doctor, who was disheveled and clearly had just been dragged out of bed, and his expression turned strange. Why was the doctor staying in his backyard? Who was sick?
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