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"Daddy, daddy." The little girl cried, stretching out her little hands and swaying back.
"Don't cry, don't cry. Let's go find a doctor to see if your father is okay. Your father's bone is broken and needs to be reattached immediately."
The five-year-old child was already sensible. With a pair of big black grape-like eyes, he looked at Yang Fan. He seemed to be considering whether he was worthy of trust.
Yang Fan had never taken care of a child before, but he tried his best to smile like the brother next door and look at the little breast dumplings.
"Okay, thank you, sir." The little girl seemed to have observed and felt that the smiling elder brother was not a bad person, so she trusted Yang Fan, so she said in a sweet voice.
From the first glance, this child was born into the lower class of society. When they saw a man like Yang Fan with his tough guards and exquisite carriage, they all knew to call him "Master".
"Well, you're welcome. My name is Yang Fan. What's your name?"
"My name is Xing Yuan, and my father and mother call me Yuan Yuan." The little girl said timidly.
"Where's your mother? Why do you only see your father and you?"
The little girl immediately flattened her mouth and started crying. "Mom is asleep. Daddy said that mother is asleep. Yuanyuan hasn't seen her for a long time."
Yang Fan felt regretful that he shouldn't have asked this question.
After Yang Fan got on the carriage with the little girl in his arms, the carriage moved forward slowly, followed by the horse team. Several servants and shopkeepers on the street bought two wooden poles and a piece of thick homespun cloth to make a simple stretcher.
Lift the middle-aged man and follow him.
Yang Fan suddenly felt that he seemed a little familiar with the name Xing Yuan, as if it was the name of a famous person.
He looked thoughtfully at the little girl sitting opposite him.
"Xing Yuan, Yuanyuan."
Yang Fan finally remembered who this little girl was.
