The old lady was really irritated. Some things weren’t suitable for children to hear, so she placed her great-grandson on a chair in the corridor and entered the consultation room alone, suppressing her frustration.
No sooner had the old lady left than Si Mingjing headed towards the little fellow.
The kid clutched his injured leg, like a desperate little animal. Seeing his great-grandma walk away, he could no longer stay strong; the tears he’d fought so hard to hold back welled up.
But he wept very softly, clearly not wanting his great-grandma to hear. Just as the unwanted tears began to fall, he quickly wiped them away with the back of his little hand.
Si Mingjing’s heart suddenly twinged with an inexplicable pain. "Hey, little guy, aren’t you supposed to be a tough man? Why are you crying?"
"This young master isn’t crying!"
"If a child wants to cry, just let them. Why pretend to be strong?"
The little guy quickly glanced towards the consultation room, making sure the old lady hadn’t noticed him crying. He irritably tightened the little cap on his head. "What do you know? This young master doesn’t want to worry Great-grandma; she’s not in good health."
Besides, what if he cried too much? What if Great-grandma couldn’t stand it and decided to sacrifice Dad’s happiness? This young master definitely couldn’t become Dad’s Achilles’ heel! Dad could only belong to Mom. Even though he hadn’t met Mom, Dad had said she would come back—she definitely would!
Si Mingjing chuckled softly, looking down. "Such a filial son, huh?"
She squatted to examine the injury on his lower leg. The swelling at the fractured tibia was quite glaring. Without timely treatment, it could lead to acute necrosis and even become life-threatening.
However, since they were of the same kind, his constitution must be quite special, just like hers. As long as the bone was set correctly, the fractured bone would heal at a speed visible to the naked eye in just a few seconds, right?
After much consideration, Si Mingjing touched the glaringly swollen area. "Does it hurt?" she whispered.
His tone was fierce yet childish, determined not to utter a sound even in agony.
Yet, fear lurked in his eyes, and he looked utterly dejected. "Who are you? If you’re thinking of kidnapping me, I advise you to drop the idea. I’m about to undergo amputation. Even if you kidnap me, you won’t get a good price. I’m damaged goods."
Who talks about themselves like that? Si Mingjing snorted in amusement, teasing him to distract him. "Even if you’re damaged goods, it doesn’t mean you can’t fetch a price. After all, if I kidnap and sell you, I don’t have to invest a single penny."
The little guy hadn’t expected to actually run into a human trafficker. He immediately bristled, his expression angry. "Bad woman, I’m telling you, if you dare to sell me, my dad won’t spare you!"
"Your dad is being pressured into marriage right now and is about to find you a stepmom. You’d be better off being kidnapped by me..."
The little guy wanted to say that his dad would never agree, but before he could speak, Si Mingjing suddenly punched the swollen bump on his leg.
"AAAAAH! IT HURTS, IT HURTS, IT HURTS, IT HURTS, IT HURTS..."
A piercing, unbearably wretched scream immediately attracted the nearby bodyguards. "Young Master, are you alright?"
The little guy was in so much pain he almost passed out. With a roar filled with rage, he shouted, "Beat this bad woman to death for me!"
The bodyguards scanned the area.
"Young Master, who are you talking about?"
"That bad woman right there!" The little guy tried to angrily point at Si Mingjing, but when he looked up, the bad woman had vanished.
Huh, where did she go?
With an arrogant spring in his step, the little guy paced back and forth, determined to find that bad woman and tear her to pieces.
"Young Master, your leg... it’s healed?"
The bodyguard was shocked. The Young Master could walk freely? How was that possible? The doctors had said it was so serious that amputation was necessary. Was he seeing things?
The little guy was also looking down at his own leg.
Huh, where did the swollen bump go?
"Haha, this young master isn’t hurting anymore! Am I healed?"
To confirm this, the little guy took off his cap. With a "POP, POP," he firmly pushed his cute Coral Horns back into his head, and instantly, the sparkling Coral Horns disappeared.
The little guy jumped around excitedly. Whenever he got sick, he couldn’t hide his Little Dragon Horns. But now, they were so easy to conceal! Haha, so all it takes is a good beating to make a kid better, huh?