Chapter 150.2
Struggle in Ancient Times
âWow! Wow! My head hurts so much. My head hurts so much.â Mi Li was about to roll over on the ground while he was making a fuss.
Huang Zilan was afraid that he would knocking things and being hurt even more, so he quickly ran over and picked him up.
âMi Li, be good, Mi Li, donât cry. Come and let mom see where it hurts.â After saying that, he opened the little hand holding the childâs head, and saw a red mark.
If it wasnât treated right away, it would become another bruise.
Huang Zilan held the crying child and felt very angry.
He used his hand to cover the painful part of his child but did not dare to use force, for fear that it would turn into a big bag.
Liao Tingyu also heard the childâs cry, told Zhao Han to stay put and then ran out.
âHow did it happen? Where did you get it? Why is this kid here? Why isnât anyone following him?â A series of questions came out like firecrackers.
âI donât know, I have feed and clothed them for so long but they couldnât even look after a child.â Huang Zilan said angrily, and then yelled at the people next to him.
âWhat are you still doing here? Why donât you hurry up and get the massage oil?â
It was the first time the servant heard Huang Zilan spoke in this tone. In his impression, the county magistrateâs wife had always been soft and gentle person.
He reacted immediately and ran out quickly, just as the doctor invited by Liao Tingyu to treat Zhao Han also came over.
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Zhao Han heard the cry of the child outside and struggled to get up and walk to the door. As soon as the doctor came over, he saw this chaotic scene.
âOh, Madam, what is going on? Come on, let me see the child first.â The doctor took the child from Huang Zilanâs hand, and then looked at the marks carefully.
âFortunately, madam didnât rub it. I happened to have medicine here. I will apply the medicine to him. The weather was not too hot. I will wrap it with a cloth later to prevent it from being blown by the wind. So, he wonât have a headache in the future.â The doctor said while dealing with it.
Zhao Han felt very irritated as he listened to his fussing, âOld man, if you want to deal with it, just deal with it. Stop talking. You didnât see that my teacher is going crazy with anxiety.â
The doctor also had a temper. His hands and feet were not slow, and he handled the situation very well, but his mouth was not forgiving.
âNow that you know itâs urgent, why donât you keep an eye on the child? If you donât take care of it and the wind blows, it will turn into a big bag. Do you know how painful it is? The weather is hot and cold. It will totally hurt.â
After finally treating the wound, the doctor prescribed a few more medicines for Zhao Han to nourish his stomach, and then he was asked out.
Mi Li was tired from crying and fell asleep holding his head. Liao Tingyu held the child with a distressed look on his face.
What the doctor said just now really cut his heart into pieces.
Huang Zilan was very silent. He had always been tolerant towards his servants. As long as they did their duty and was not lazy, it was fine. He turned a blind eye and passed by, but this accident was like an alarm bell.
In such a big place, children were naturally active and liked to run around.
If there wasnât someone who was always with him to protect and look after him, there was no telling when such an accident would happen. For this reason, he found several servants to take care of Mi Liâs daily life.
However, because he usually relaxed his requirements, the child suffered this injury today. If there was someone, the maid or servant would at least hold the window open or not let him stand behind the window.
Huang Zilan said in a low voice, âSteward, fire the servants who serve Mi Li. Sell the ones you bought.â
Liao Tingyu didnât say anything. He carefully protected the childâs head and walked over with the child in his arms into Zhao Hanâs room.
He placed the child on the other side of Zhao Han and said, âBoy, after you drink the medicine, go lay down. When they move the bed over, I will put the child on another bed. If you fall asleep early, be careful not to kick my son.â
âDonât worry, I am honest when I sleep.â Zhao Han felt much better now and didnât mind the child.@@novelbin@@
As a person who had always wanted to improve his seniority, he had always taken Mi Li as his own son.
Now seeing the tears that had not fallen on Mi Liâs eyelashes, he gently wiped them away, feeling heartbroken.
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The bed in Mi Liâs room was missing. Mother Deng, who had been checking in on time, saw that Mi Liâs room was unusual and saw no one, so she quickly went to find Liao Tingyu.
Initially worried that the Mi Liâs room was visited by thieves, but as soon as she found the little boy, she saw the familiar poor child on the bed with a white bandage on his head.
The distressed heart was clenched.
Afraid of disturbing the child, she lowered her voice and said, âMy poor grandson, what has happened to you? What happened here?â
Then Liao Tingyu and the others were greeted by three trials.
Mother Deng was still angry even when she heard that Huang Zilan had made all the arrangements, âWe hired them and entertain them with good food and drink, and we also gave them enough money. They took care of our children like this, and then dismissed them easily like this. I said, second daughter-in-law, are you the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva?â