Su Xiaofeng took a small toy out of her pocket, a little gift given to children at the event, and said to the child, "Little friend, how about I give this to you? Do you like it?"
It was a small enamel doll, very delicate and cute.
The child stopped crying immediately and happily accepted it, "Thank you, sister."
"Does the wound still hurt?" Xiaofeng had already taken care of the wound.
"A little, but not as much as before. Sister, are you a doctor?" The little boy had a chubby face with two big front teeth, looking very adorable.
"I know a bit. My grandpa is a doctor, and my husband is a doctor too, so I can help with some simple wounds." Xiaofeng felt warmth in her heart as she looked at his lively smile.
"Just dressing the wound isn't enough. Our Huzi got hurt here, lost so much blood, you have to do something more. That's a lot of blood, it would take a lot of meat and rice to make up for it." Huzi's grandmother said with a cold hum after seeing Huzi was fine.
