Seeing their son in such agony, the two anxiously called for a doctor.
As soon as the doctor approached, Song Qiming fiercely headbutted him.
The severe pain made Song Qiming unable to think, and he even tried to headbutt the wall.
The doctor, startled, hurriedly called a nurse to administer a sedative.
But the injection had no effect whatsoever.
Though Song Qiming lay on the bed, he still cried out with a headache.
Although Du Lianxin was fierce, she also loved her son dearly, and upon seeing this, she couldn’t stop crying.
"What on earth is wrong with my son, Doctor? Please save him."
"When he was unconscious earlier, we had already performed a comprehensive examination, but we couldn’t find anything wrong," the doctor sighed. "Perhaps you should transfer him to a better hospital in the provincial city, where they might have a solution."
Song Hongye trembled and asked, "Could Qiming have a terminal illness?"
Du Lianxin burst into loud sobbing, "Impossible, how could this be? Qiming is still so young..."
The doctor at the side kept sighing repeatedly.
After more than ten minutes, Song Qiming gradually returned to normal, weakly leaning against the hospital bed.
Footsteps approached from outside, and Yu Yaxian, carrying porridge, walked in, surprised by the mess in the ward.
"What happened? Did something happen to Qiming?"
Song Qiming squinted his eyes, keenly sensing some connection.
"Yaxian, could you go buy me another tea egg?"
Du Lianxin wiped her tears, "At a time , you still want to eat tea eggs?"
"Just go," Song Qiming insisted, staring at Yu Yaxian.
Yu Yaxian glanced at him puzzledly, but to maintain her usual good nature, she put down the porridge and turned to leave.
Soon after, Song Qiming began to clutch his head and cry out in pain again.
"Mom, bring Yu Yaxian back to me; I’m afraid she has something to do with this illness!"
Yu Yaxian was chased back, almost dragged into the ward by Du Lianxin grabbing her arm.
Upon entering, she found everyone staring at her.
"What... what’s wrong?" Yu Yaxian asked, bewildered.
Song Qiming’s gaze was cold and shadowy, devoid of any former affection for her.
"Yu Yaxian, what exactly have you done to me!" he growled, each word seeming to squeeze through clenched teeth.
Yu Yaxian had no idea what was going on and was slapped hard by Du Lianxin.
The slap forced her to kneel on the floor.
"So, you are the one who harmed my son. Speak, what have you done?"
Yu Yaxian’s cries echoed through the ward, but this time, Song Qiming had no pity, just glaring at her fiercely.
He would never let go of this malicious woman!
Yue Qingqing knew nothing about all this, after all, Zhuancheng was too far from Daye Village for Spiritual Energy to spread.
However, from the increasingly declining air around the Yu Family, Yaxian’s days were likely not easy.
There’s a saying: those who claim righteousness often slaughter like butchers, and the disloyal are frequently scholars.
Although it’s a bit extreme, it fits Song Qiming perfectly.
Anyway, since it was a case of a dog biting a dog, Yue Qingqing didn’t bother much with them and turned her attention to the upcoming banquet at home.
Hehe, Daddy said he would invite a few chefs from the city that day, so there would definitely be lots of delicious food!
Yue Qingqing watched joyfully as more and more animals appeared in the backyard.
The chickens were adorable, the pigeons were adorable, and the new fish and crabs in the water trough were adorable.
Of course, they would be even more adorable once eaten!
A week before the banquet began, a postman once again passed by the Yue Family’s doorstep.
The familiar sound of the bicycle bell entered his ears, Yue Jiannan glanced coolly and continued to sit in the courtyard writing the banquet list.
Being the most educated in the family, the job of copying names naturally fell on his shoulders.
This time, however, the postman suddenly squeezed the brake and skidded to a stop in front of the Yue Family’s door.
"Yue Jiannan, there’s a notification for you."
Yue Jiannan shot to his feet, "Really?"