After taking care of Mrs. Su, Su Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he and Xue Qing were about to go to the front yard to see what other assets the Su family had, they saw two maids walking in holding a child who was crying and turning blue.
As soon as the maid saw Su Yuanqing, she ran over and shouted: "Third Miss, look at Bao'er quickly. After the young lady left Bao'er yesterday, he kept crying and didn't sleep all night. This morning he shouted for help."
After drinking porridge, I just fed two spoonfuls and started crying again. No matter how much I coaxed her, I couldn’t stop crying. No matter how much I coaxed her, I lost my temper and turned blue from holding it in!"
Before Su Yuanqing could say anything, Xue Qing shouted: "Then why don't you hurry up and ask for a doctor? What's the point of asking Miss Third?"
The maid asked anxiously: "Don't you need money to ask the doctor? The young madam's brother has moved all the young madam's dowry and searched the room for valuables. How can we have money to hire a doctor? No, there is no other way.
Bring me here and ask the third lady what to do!"
Xue Qing sneered and said: "You have received so much kindness from the young lady on weekdays, can't you afford a few medical treatments?"
The maid blushed with anger. When she was about to retort, Su Yuanqing lowered her face and said, "Stop arguing, give me the young master first!"
Su Yuanqing took the child, quickly carried it into the room, and placed the little treasure on the pit. Su Yuanqing saw the child's appearance clearly, and her heart ached. She thought of her own child, who was also the same age and had a delicate face.
.Su Yuanqing looked down upon her very much when she thought that the child's mother had left without caring about the child's life or death.
"You all get out..." She ordered Xue Qing and the others to get out while undressing the child. After the three of them got out, she had already taken off Xiao Bao's clothes and was talking to Xiao Bao while giving him some comfort.
"Xiaobao, it won't hurt if Auntie rubs it for you!" She tried her best to smile at Xiaobao, but Xiaobao looked at the scars on her face in horror.
Su Yuanqing smiled narrowly at him and said: "Xiaobao is afraid of the scar on aunt's face? It's nothing. Auntie was only injured accidentally. The scar has healed long ago. If you don't believe me, just touch it and see!"
She took the child's hand with one hand to touch her scar, and said: "Look, this injury is not terrible, and it won't hurt you. My aunt is Xiaobao's relative, how can she be willing to hurt Xiaobao! ... By the way.
, Xiaobao, my aunt always only remembers you as Xiaobao, what is Xiaobao’s first name?”
Xiaobao's hernia was moved into her abdominal cavity. The pain slowly disappeared and his face turned around. Only the tears had not stopped yet. He sobbed and said, "I...my name is Su Jingxin..."
"Haha, Xiaoxin! That's a nice name!" Su Yuanqing thought of the cartoon Crayon Shin-chan she had watched with her son before, and smiled: "Auntie knows many stories, all about a child also named Xiaoxin.
Xiaobao, do you want to hear the story?"
"Story?" Xiaobao's tears slowly stopped and he asked curiously: "Is it interesting?"
"Of course it's interesting. Xiaobao won't cry, just drink porridge obediently. From now on, aunt will tell you a story about Xiaoxin every day, okay?" Su Yuanqing saw that the hernia had returned to its position, so she helped him up and dressed him.
Xiaobao went down to the ground and wiped his tears hard and said: "Auntie, Xiaobao will stop crying from now on. He will drink porridge obediently and listen to auntie. Auntie, you have to tell me a story!"
"Okay, it's a deal!" Su Yuanqing smiled, stretched out his little finger and said, "We'll hang ourselves with hooks, and we won't regret it!"
Xiaobao stretched out his little fingers and hooked Su Yuanqing's hand: "Hang yourself with a hook, and it won't change for a hundred years!"
Seeing how obedient he was, Su Yuanqing happily hugged him and kissed him: "Then let's go have some porridge first, and then we'll start telling stories after the porridge!"