The three-year-old child is very small and has to raise his head to look at adults. The tear stains on his face are particularly obvious, his eyes and nose are red, and he looks particularly pitiful.
Cui Weizhen was just strict with his son, not hard-hearted. He couldn't help but sigh again, carried his son to the chair and sat down, lifted up his trouser legs, revealing his scraped knees.
Children's skin is tender, and they may be injured even if they bump or fall, and the blood-red wounds look particularly scary against the white and tender skin.
The ointment on Cui Weizhen's hand was a family secret medicine prepared by Dr. Yu. It was specially designed to treat bruises. The medicine was cool and non-irritating. However, when it was applied to the wound, Cui Zhiduan still shrank his legs in pain and shouted in a low voice: "Dad
,pain."
"Be patient."
Cui Weizhen comforted him softly and continued to apply medicine to the other knee. When all the medicine was applied, the eyes of Cui Zhiduan were filled with tears.
Ye Zhenzhen took out the handkerchief and gently wiped her son's tears, and coaxed: "It's okay, he'll be fine soon. Put the box down and let your parents see the injury on your chest."
Cui Zhiduan finally put the box down, but he held on to the clothes on his chest. He looked at Ye Zhenzhen coquettishly and said in a squeaky voice: "Mother, you are not allowed to look at it."
Ye Zhenzhen: "..."
Where did you get this look of a young lady?
She couldn't help but slap her son's chubby little buttocks: "I'm your mother, haven't you seen that part of your body? Take it off quickly."
"But, but daddy said that men and women cannot be intimate."
Cui Zhiduan pursed his lips, looking reluctant. He was obviously very afraid of his father just now, but now he is talking about him again?
Ye Zhenzhen suddenly felt that she was a joke for worrying about the unhealthy relationship between father and son.
"It doesn't matter, take it off and let your mother see it, so that your mother doesn't have to worry."
Seeing that his wife was about to explode, Cui Weizhen ended the conversation with a very knowing look. Although his face was still cold, Ye Zhenzhen, who was familiar with him, could clearly see that this man was in a very good mood at this time.
The corners of his mouth turned up.
His son respected and feared him, so he was naturally happy.
Ye Zhenzhen snorted coldly, without saying anything else, and skillfully took off her son's clothes. After discovering a large bruise on his chest, the depression there immediately disappeared, leaving only deep worry.
.
"Weizhen, look quickly, can such a big bruise hurt the internal organs? Wangzai, do you feel any pain? Tell your mother quickly! No, you have to invite Dr. Yu to take a look."
Ye Zhenzhen was so panicked that Cui Weizhen had to go and comfort her first: "It's okay, don't worry, it's just a skin injury. If you're worried, just let Dr. Yu come and take a look."
He gave instructions to Guan Yan outside the study, and Guan Yan immediately ran to invite someone.
Cui Zhiduan was a little flustered when he saw his mother was so worried, and hurriedly comforted her: "Mom, I don't feel pain, please don't cry."
Ye Zhenzhen didn't cry, but her eyes were red with pain, which frightened her son.
"Mom didn't cry."
Although the charcoal fire in the study was burning brightly and the heating was sufficient, Ye Zhenzhen tried her best to control her emotions. She was worried that her son would catch a cold. After seeing her son's injuries, she immediately put the clothes on him, leaving only the chest area open.
It is convenient for Cui Weizhen to apply the medicine.
Just as Cui Weizhen finished applying the medicine, Dr. Yu also hurried over.