If other children were to acquire such injuries, they would explode into tears the moment the hospital staff realigned their arms.
Although their injuries were just minor, realigning the joints was still a painful process that could easily scare most children, especially the timid ones.
Surprisingly, the two lads were resilient to pain. It even seemed as if the two were competing with each other as neither of them let out even a whimper.
The doctor heaved a sigh of relief when the two showed tenacity, and he was able to complete the treatment of their wounds smoothly. Afterward, he could not help but praise the two lads before Yun Shishi. "Your sons are really brave; they didn't cry even once."
She felt mixed emotions regarding his remark, not knowing whether to be worried or be delighted by it.
As a mother, when others praised her children as sensible, well-mannered, and mature, besides being relieved, she also felt a little upset.
Once she learned of the severity of Little Yichen's injuries and the need for him to be confined in hospital, she hurriedly withdrew enough money to pay his hospital bills before she headed off to purchase fruit and desserts.
As a child, he probably liked sweet stuff!
Take Youyou as an example; he loved pastries and tiramisu. Thus, she specially paid a visit to a pastry shop and bought two portions of tiramisu. She was meticulous in selecting different flavors of pastries.
Yichen had never had tiramisu before. His eyes literally sparkled after his first bite.
She noted his liking for the tiramisu and gladly fed him a spoonful.
A heartfelt smile gradually formed on his originally taut face.
"Is it good?"
She asked as she presented another spoonful of it to him.
Lights danced in merriment in his eyes; he opened his mouth and received it with much gusto.
A warm and fuzzy feeling surfaced in his heart.
Mu Wanrou had never fed him like this before.
The last time his daddy fed him was when he was down with a fever and could not get out of bed. However, his actions were not as gentle as hers and were, in fact, a little rigid. This frequently caused Yichen's lips to get scalded.
"Mhm. It's so sweet! I want some more!" He licked his lips and happily stretched it into a smile.
His eyes were alike Mu Yazhe's, but when he smiled, he looked adorable and lively. His fair and tender face was very lovable.
This child should smile more, for he looked cuter that way!
She was reminded of the first time she had seen him. That time, he was wearing a stern expression. As he turned around indifferently, she observed a terrifying chilliness on his face.
He was entirely similar to that man. When their faces became taut, the father and son looked the same.
A child of six years old, the time when they were most innocent, should smile more.
Yun Shishi became more spirited and continued to feed him, spoonful by spoonful.
A box of tiramisu was then quickly consumed.
Yichen seemed not to have eaten his fill of it yet as his eyes flitted gluttonously between the different pastries. Yun Shishi understood his intentions with one look and laughed. "You can't eat too many pastries; otherwise, you'll be on the way to having a toothache."
"It's nothing. Let's have another pastry! I still want some more!"
The thirst was overflowing from his eyes. He was not as skilled as Yun Tianyou at acting coy; this thirst he was displaying now was already his coquettish act toward her.
She could only give in to him as she informed, "This is the last one!"
She then unwrapped the pastry packaging.
He chuckled to himself. He could not hide his feelings, and his delight easily materialized on his face.
She was unaware that he was not actually being gluttonous – he was clearly enjoying the experience of her feeding him with care.
Even if it was the pastries he disliked, he would still eat them with relish.
The pastries were small in sizes. However, as she was afraid of him choking on the pastry she was holding, she deliberately broke it into two smaller pieces and dipped each into a bowl of milk, which she had just poured, before she put them into his mouth.