Chapter 349 Little Hero Medal
"Maomao!"
Lou Yansui rushed into his house after school. Before the car had even come to a complete stop, he pushed open the car door and ran out. He stumbled when he landed and almost fell.
This was the first time he had run so fast and so eagerly since his legs had recovered.
Mao Mao poked her little head out from the sofa and had just answered "Brother" when Lou Yansui pounced on her.
He couldn't even stand up; he fell to his knees with a loud thud.
He had been to school all day, and it wasn't until he got home that he heard about the fire at Haicheng Kindergarten.
Haicheng Kindergarten!
Isn't that where his sister goes to school?!
He even picked Mao Mao up from school!
The fear of losing his sister, Mao Mao, which he had once faced, returned to him, like a rope choking him.
He held his breath as he returned home, until he saw his sister perfectly unharmed, exactly as she had been when they parted that morning—nothing had changed, nothing was missing. Only then did Lou Yansui regain his breathing rhythm.
Lou Yansui braced herself against the sofa, trying to stand up. After a few attempts, she found her legs incredibly weak, almost numb, as if she had returned to the time when she lost her legs.
But at this moment, he couldn't care less about whether his leg was alright or not.
"Mao Mao, are you alright?"
Lou Yansui hurriedly examined her younger sister, scrutinizing her from her soft hair to her round toes, looking her up and down.
"I heard you were in a fire. Were you hurt anywhere? Did it scare you?" Lou Yansui cupped her chubby little face in his hands. The touch of her skin was soft and delicate, and the warmth of her body emanated from his palms. This sense of reality finally brought his wandering soul back to reality.
fine.
Mao Mao is fine.
Mao Mao is perfectly fine, nothing's wrong with her.
Lou Yansui took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. His hands were still trembling uncontrollably as he reassured her, "Mao Mao, don't be afraid, your brother is here."
“Brother, I’m fine.” Mao Mao shook her head and reached out to pull him up with her little hand: “Brother, the ground is cold, get up.”
Lou Yansui gripped her small hand tightly, regaining her strength, and helped her slowly climb up.
His face was pale, and his lips were bloodless: "Really? You're really alright?"
"Really!"
Mao Mao nodded vigorously, and even rolled up her sleeve to show him the little red dot from the blood draw on her chubby forearm: "Mommy took Mao Mao to the hospital for a checkup, and my second brother said that Mao Mao is perfectly fine and very healthy!"
"That's good, that's good."
Lou Yansui said with concern, "Where's the inspection report? Let me take a look."
Mao Mao didn't know where to put the report. After thinking for a moment, she held out her hand again: "Brother, prick Mao Mao with a needle."
Lou Yansui quickly and gently rubbed the small red spots on her arm.
When blood was drawn, the needle pricked her and it hurt a little, but by this point, Mao Mao couldn't feel anything at all.
But this little red dot was like Mao Mao's medal of honor. When she got home, she raised her little hand high and showed it to everyone in the family.
She showed it not only to her brother, but also to the servants in the house, and especially to the uncle in the kitchen.
The chef wielded the spatula with great force: "Miss, you must have been frightened today. I'll make you something delicious to help you recover. Eight meat dishes, eight vegetarian dishes, and two soups, so you can have different flavors to enjoy."
Mao Mao's lips lit up as she listened, and she raised her little hand high to show him the little red dot on her arm: "Uncle, Mao Mao also had a check-up."
The chef nodded solemnly: "Understood. Make two more desserts for the young lady, one dry and one wet, with red dates to replenish blood."
Mao Mao's eyes lit up instantly: "Uncle..."
Chef: "Two dishes aren't enough, are they? Then bring eight desserts too!"
Mao Mao: "Wow!!!"
Before the chef could promise anything more outrageous, the phone rang.
The urgent ringing urged Mao Mao to run out of the kitchen, and she dashed off to fetch her little stool...
Before she even met him, the second concubine helped her move the small stool to the telephone.
Mao Mao obediently thanked her third aunt, stepped onto a small stool, and put her ear to the microphone: "Hello? Who is it?"
"Miss Mao Mao, it's me." On the phone, Nie Zhengyun's voice was unusually devoid of laughter, carrying a hint of panic: "There's a fire at Haicheng Kindergarten, are you injured?"
"Mao Mao is fine~"
"So……"
"Uncle." Mao Mao rolled up her sleeve, revealing her fair forearm. Even though her best friend couldn't see, she held it high and announced loudly into the microphone, "Uncle, Mao Mao got her shot today!"
"...An injection?" Nie Zhengyun's heart skipped a beat: "Are you sick?"
"Mao Mao went to the hospital for a checkup and got pricked by a needle." Mao Mao shook her head happily, her little tufts of hair bobbing up and down. "The chef said he's going to cook lots and lots of dishes for Mao Mao to help her get better!"
"..." Nie Zhengyun was speechless.
He then asked, "What were the results of Miss Mao Mao's physical examination?"
“That’s great,” Mao Mao said. “My second brother said that Mao Mao is very healthy, healthier than everyone in the hospital, so Mao Mao is going home.”
Nie Zhengyun breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm relieved that Miss Mao is safe and healthy."
"Uncle, I..."
A soft cough came from the other end of the phone, as if someone was trying hard to suppress it, but it was still hard to hide.
"hold head high?"
Mao Mao lowered her little hand, turned her head to look at the microphone in confusion, and then put her little ear close to it, trying hard to hear the voice on the other end.
She listened intently, and then she heard another cough, barely suppressed: "Cough cough!"
Mao Mao immediately tensed up: "Uncle, are you sick?"
Nie Zhengyun: "It's just a minor problem, don't worry."
How could I not worry?!
When Uncle came to visit Mao Mao yesterday, he was perfectly healthy. But after only one day, Uncle has fallen ill.
Mao Mao still remembers.
My friend is all alone, no family, no friends, all by himself. Now he's sick, and no one is there to keep him company. How pitiful!
Mao Mao, forgetting all about sharing her hero's medal, nervously clutched the microphone and urged, "Uncle, remember to take your medicine when you're sick, eat more, sleep more, and if you're afraid of the dark, you can sleep with the lights on!"
Nie Zhengyun said softly with a smile, "Oh, I understand."
Mao Mao said anxiously, "Uncle, I...I'll go visit you while you're sick!"
Nie Zhengyun rarely refused: "I'm sick and it's inconvenient for me to see guests."
"But you came to see me yesterday."
"Well, that's what the doctor said."
Since it was the doctor who said so, Mao Mao had no choice but to obey.
Holding the microphone, she said with concern, "Then... Uncle, I'll come to see you again when you're better."
"What a pity," Nie Zhengyun said. "Miss Mao Mao just experienced a fire and was frightened. I should have visited her in person and spoken with her face to face. I have had some gifts bought to send to the Marshal's Mansion tomorrow as a token of my sympathy."
"It's okay, Uncle, I'm fine. You should take good care of yourself too..." Mao Mao thought for a moment, then happily said, "Uncle, although I can't visit you in the hospital, I will call you!"
Nie Zhengyun: "Oh?"
On the other end of the phone, Nie Zhengyun adjusted his posture, his face beaming: "Making a call is indeed very convenient for me... cough cough!"
"uncle!"
"I'm fine, just a minor illness," Nie Zhengyun said with a smile. "If my friends could call me every day to check on me, I would be so happy that I would recover quickly."
What would Mao Mao think if she heard that?
She immediately stood up straight, held the microphone, and loudly conveyed her feelings: "Uncle, Mao Mao calls you every day!"
"Oh, I'll be really looking forward to it."
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