1820It hurts, it hurts so much...

Isn’t the child afraid of Xia Wan approaching?

Feng Qingchen was very puzzled. He lowered his head to look at the child in his arms, and their eyes met... The child's eyes were empty, gray and without a trace of color, and it was impossible to see anything special.

"Girl?" Xia Wan called out softly, looking confused.

"It's okay." Feng Qingchen shook his head, thinking of the maid who had just led the way. When the child approached them, he did not get scared, and he understood a little bit.

It is probably because the murder was committed by a man, and the tragic death was also caused by a man. The child has a shadow on men. When he sees a man approaching, he can't help but think of his own experience and fall into fear...

However, although the child did not resist the woman's approach, he refused to let a stranger hug him. When Xia Wan touched him, he let out a low whimper, like a wounded little animal, and his little head tried desperately to burrow into Feng Qingchen's arms, as if he was afraid of being abandoned.

Feng Qingchen had no choice but to carry him to Feng Jin's room: "This child is different from others. He encountered some unpleasant things before and is a little autistic."

This was Feng Qingchen’s explanation to Zuo An. Zuo An was not a fool. Depending on the situation, even if he couldn’t guess 100%, he could at least guess 80%.

Fortunately, the child does not need Feng Qingchen to hold him all the time. As long as they are not outdoors and Feng Qingchen is within his sight, the child will feel safe.

Feng Qingchen carried the child into the inner room and placed him on a small couch not far from Feng Jin: "Be good and wait for your sister here. Your sister is going to treat your little brother."

The child stared at Feng Qingchen motionlessly, as if trying to digest the meaning of Feng Qingchen's words. After a long time, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, indicating that he understood.

"Girl, clean clothes and water are here." At this time, Xia Wan also brought some clean water to make it easier for Feng Qingchen to clean up.

After the melee at the city gate, Feng Qingchen's appearance was no longer presentable, so he naturally couldn't get close to Feng Jin in such a dirty state.

"Watch the child for a moment." Feng Qingchen instructed, and then took the clothes and went behind the screen. Feng Qingchen was nowhere to be seen, and the child's body was tense and his face was extremely serious. Xia Wan was stunned and almost fell to her knees in fear...

Why, it tastes a bit like the Ninth Prince!

She must be dazzled.

Xia Wan blinked, and at this time Feng Qingchen just came out from behind the screen. When the child saw Feng Qingchen, his little body finally relaxed.

It turned out that I was dazzled. Xia Wan breathed a sigh of relief.

Feng Qingchen glanced at the child and made sure that the child was fine, then went to wash his hands, washed and wiped them clean before walking to Feng Jin's crib.

Feng Jin was awake, his eyes half-closed with lifeless look, looking like he was about to fall asleep, listless and without any energy at all.

Noticing someone approaching, Feng Jin lazily raised his eyelids and was about to close his eyes as usual, but he suddenly stopped halfway and then opened them abruptly...

"Wow..." When Feng Jin saw the person next to her clearly, she burst into tears. Her voice sounded aggrieved and pitiful. She cried and shouted, "Sister, Jin'er is scared. Scared..."

Feng Jin had been ill for too long and didn't have much strength left in his body, but he cried out loudly and stretched out his arms: "Hold me, hold me... Sister hold me."

Feng Qingchen's nose felt sore and she almost cried. She quickly picked up Feng Jin and said, "Be good, be good. Feng Jin, don't cry. Sister is here, sister is here."

"Wuuuu, sister is bad, bad. Don't want Jin'er. I'm afraid, Jin'er is afraid..." Feng Jin hugged Feng Qingchen's neck tightly with both hands, rested her little head on Feng Jin's shoulder, and complained aggrievedly.

Feng Qingchen was so distressed that she hugged Feng Jin tightly: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, sister is here."

In just one month, Feng Jin, who used to be rosy-complexioned, healthy, and chubby, became skinny. Her face was pale and bloodless, and the flesh on both sides of her cheeks were sunken, making her head look even bigger and out of proportion with her skinny limbs.

"Sister, sister." Feng Jin cried so hard that she almost had a stitch in her side. Her voice gradually became smaller and smaller, as if she had no strength left. "It hurts, sister... It hurts so much."

Feng Jin cried for a while and then lost all energy. Her eyelids drooped and her face wrinkled. She nestled in Feng Qingchen's arms and kept shouting, "It hurts, sister, it hurts..."

"Where does it hurt?" Feng Qingchen immediately put away her sadness and asked with a worried look on her face. Feng Jin shook her head, unable to tell where it hurt, but just shouted: "Sister, it hurts... I hurt. Jin'er is in so much pain."

"Be good, tell me where it hurts." Feng Qingchen was so anxious that she quickly put Feng Jin on the bed, sat on the bed, and gently pressed on Feng Jin: "Does it hurt here?"

"It hurts, sister. It hurts so much. Jin'er is in so much pain."

"Here?"

"pain……"

Feng Qingchen pressed down from the arm all the way to the calf. No matter where Feng Qingchen pressed, Feng Jin said it hurt...

Feng Qingchen was worried, vaguely feeling that Feng Jin's condition was unusual. Seeing this, Xia Wan spoke carefully: "Miss, Master Feng Jin has been crying out in pain for a while, but he can't tell where it hurts. The imperial physician here said that Master Feng Jin is fine and has no injuries. It's because Master Feng Jin is too delicate that he deliberately cried out in pain to win the favor..."

"Bullshit." Before Xia Wan could finish, Feng Qingchen cursed angrily, "My Feng Jin is not that kind of person. Although Feng Jin is clingy, he is more obedient than anyone else. How could a quack doctor say that my Feng Jin was screaming in pain on purpose?"

"Wuwuwu...Sister, Feng Jin is in pain." Feng Jin understood what Feng Qingchen said and felt even more aggrieved.

He kept crying out in pain during this period, but no one believed him.

He didn't lie. His sister said that a child who lies will have a longer nose, but his nose didn't get longer.

"Feng Jin, be good. Sister will blow on you and the pain will go away." Feng Jin felt pain all over his body. Feng Qingchen couldn't find the cause for a while, so she could only comfort him.

Children's illnesses are the most difficult to treat because they don't know where they feel uncomfortable and can't express their discomfort. There are also people like Feng Jin who can express their discomfort, but are ignored by adults and used as a means to gain attention from adults.

Feng Qingchen did not rush to examine Feng Jin, but used this method to comfort Feng Jin first and relieve the pain from his heart.

"Sister..." Feng Jin's brows relaxed a lot. She felt sleepy, but refused to close her eyes. Her little hands were grabbing Feng Qingchen's clothes, fearing that Feng Qingchen would leave.

"Feng Jin, go to sleep obediently. Sister will be here with you. When Feng Jin wakes up, you will see sister." Feng Qingchen always keeps her word to Feng Jin and has never lied to Feng Jin so far. So when Feng Qingchen said this, Feng Jin closed his eyes with peace of mind.

Not long after, Feng Jin fell asleep. This was the most peaceful sleep he had ever had since he came to Xiling.

Whether it was Xia Wan or Zuo An, their eyes were red when they saw Feng Jin sleeping peacefully. Feng Qingchen, who took the opportunity to use the smart medical kit to check Feng Jin, was so angry that his whole body was shaking...

"Who is it? Who is the one who did this to Feng Jin?"