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Chapter 291: The Baby Boy Feels No Pain

Chapter 291: Chapter 291: The Baby Boy Feels No Pain

Just as the adults were having a heated conversation inside the room, a sudden "bang" sounded from the courtyard outside.

Yan Bo and his wife were the first to rush out, only to see their little dumpling lying spread-eagled on the ground, butt in the air and face down. The scooter lay askew not far from him, its wheels still spinning lazily.

"Baby boy, did you fall?" The couple’s hearts immediately leapt into their throats, with the voice of Mrs. Yan quivering.

By the time they had run over, the little guy had already sat up. His eyes were tinged with red, but he managed to muster up a forced smile towards his grandparents, "Baby boy’s okay..."

But even as he kept saying he was all right, tears swirled in his eyes.

Mrs. Yan felt a pang of agony. She knelt before him and gently lifted his hands to see. She involuntarily sucked in a cold breath as she did.

The little guy’s chubby palms were scraped and dotted with fresh blood. The sight shocked Mrs. Yan.

In her early life, she had endured many blood-and-iron moments; by comparison, this kind of scraping was hardly an injury in her eyes.

However, seeing her grandson trying to bear the pain and feigning strength to comfort them, Mrs. Yan felt as if she was being cut by a knife.

"Baby boy, come here. Grandfather will carry you inside."

Yan Bo also squatted down and peered at the wound. His brow furrowed instantly as he reached out to pick up the little boy.

The boy bit his lip and struggled to get up, "Baby boy can walk..."

Before Zhu Qianying sent him back to the Yan family, she had repeatedly told him that his grandparents were old and he should not be capricious or unruly. More importantly, he could always be spoiled, but he must not demand to be carried by his grandparents.

Already in their seventies, Mr. and Mrs. Yan Bo could certainly pick him up, but it was somewhat risky.

They had no choice but to help him back inside the room, one on each side. Meanwhile, the equally anxious Old Ye and his wife had readied the medicine box and were waiting inside.

Yan Bo first cleaned the boy’s small hands. The little guy indeed showed his endurance, not making a sound during the process.

Soon, Old Ye’s personal physician arrived. He took over the cleaning and follow-up care, swiftly bandaging the wound and giving the little boy a tetanus shot.

"Xiao Xu, this wound on the baby... it’s not serious, is it?"

Mrs. Yan, seeing her great-grandson with tears welling up in his eyes that never dropped, felt heartbroken. She would rather see the little guy cry out loud, better than keeping it all in.

"Mrs. Yan, the young master is fine. Children metabolize quickly, it should only take a couple of days to heal."

As he said this, he patted the little boy’s head, praising, "However, it’s rare to see a child his age bear so much pain!"

The little boy glanced at the doctor with teary eyes, then gently said, "Thank you, Uncle Doctor."

His obedience and politeness were so endearing that everyone felt an intense desire to hold him close and comfort him.

The elder Yans, with the doctor’s reassurance, were finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. Then, Yan Bo asked Doctor Xiao Xu, "The little kid was limping when he walked back. Could you check if he’s sprained something?"

Doctor Xiao Xu rolled up the leg of the boy’s thick cotton pants and carefully manipulated his foot. "Does it hurt?"

The boy shook his head. Doctor Xiao Xu continued to gently apply pressure from his ankle to his knee. "Does it hurt now?"

The answer was still a shake of the head.

Once both feet had been checked, Doctor Xiao Xu said, "It doesn’t seem like there’s a problem for now. I’ll leave a bottle of medicinal liquor here. If the young master says it hurts, you can rub it on. Of course, if there’s any swelling, call me immediately and I’ll come and take care of it."

Because the boy had hurt his hands and they were bandaged into small bundles with gauze, he couldn’t play with anything. So, he obediently sat in Mrs. Yan’s lap, watching television.

At noon, Zhu Qianying called. After chatting with Old Ye and his wife for a while and asking about the well-being of the two elders, she chatted with the little boy.

Mrs. Yan, who was holding the boy, thought that the little boy might want to act spoiled or even cry when speaking to his mother.

But as the boy held the phone, he talked about the delicious food he had eaten with Great-Grandfather and Great-Grandmother, and about how his siblings played with him. Not once did he mention the accident in the courtyard where he fell and injured his hand.

Privately, Mrs. Yan said to Yan Bo, "Old Yan, do you think he’s repressing too much? He’s just over four years old, why is he so sensible?"

Yan Bo pondered for a while before saying, "Baby boy is very competitive and has a sense of responsibility. In his eyes, even his formidable Mommy is someone who needs protection. Besides, he might subconsciously feel that living with his mother isn’t easy, so he instinctively puts up a brave face in front of Ying’er."

Mrs. Yan let out a sigh after hearing Yan Bo’s analysis, "It’s all due to that scoundrel, Xiao Han!"

Yan Bo wrapped his arms around her, comforting, "Don’t worry, Xiao Han must have realized it too. That’s why he’s trying to make up for it. Trust him..."

Because the boy clearly didn’t want Zhu Qianying to worry, Mr. And Mrs. Yan Bo did not mention his injury to her.

But they did tell Yan Han.

On the phone, Mrs. Yan couldn’t help but vent her frustrations, all of which Yan Han listened to quietly without any rebuttal.

In the afternoon, when the time seemed about right, Yan Han called his son.

"Baby boy, Uncle Xu told me you hurt your hand?"

Yan Han was smart enough not to let his mother’s secret slip.

"Oh..." Just having awakened from his nap, the little boy was still groggy, displaying a rare touch of drowsiness.

"Does it hurt?" Yan Han felt a sting in his own palm when he heard his mother describe the wound over the phone.

"Not hurting..." The little boy shook his head, a tuft of hair sticking out from the back of his head, bobbing as he did.

Looking at the boy in his daze, Mrs. Yan wanted to laugh, but his words again made her heart ache.

"Would you like Grandfather or Grandmother to take you home?"

Having not seen his son for two days, Yan Han already missed him terribly. Now hearing that the boy had fallen, he wished he could immediately fly over, bring his son back and take good care of him, preventing any further harm.

"No. Mommy said Baby boy should spend more time with Great-Great-Grandfather and Great-Great-Grandmother..."

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