After all, the little guy is only four years old, so he must have been quite frightened if something like this happened.
Sissi trusted him so much and handed Luo Jun over to him. If something happened to the little guy, how could he have the face to see her?!
What's more, this little guy is already equal to his own son.
The little guy shook his head slightly and carefully squeezed half of his body between the two front seats. His little face came to the side of Leng Zimo's right arm, which was carefully held by the martial arts instructor. He blew his little mouth and blew on his arm.
Blow.
"MOMO?!" John turned his face in confusion, "What are you doing?"
"I'll help Uncle Zimo blow it." The little guy looked at Leng Zimo's face comfortingly, "Mom said it won't hurt if you blow it. Uncle Zimo, does it work?"
Leng Zimo looked at the big eyes on the small face of the little man in front of him, and soft emotions naturally arose in his heart, "It works, uncle feels much better now."
"Then I will continue to blow for you." The little guy smiled with satisfaction, blew on his face again, puffed up his mouth and blew on his arm again.
Seeing the little guy blowing air seriously, Leng Zimo just felt distressed and said, "Mo Mo, that's enough. Uncle is much better now. There's no need to blow."
"I'm not tired." The little guy blew on his arm again, "Uncle Zimo saved my life, I want to repay Uncle Zimo."
Listening to the little guy's tender voice, the four adults, except John who didn't understand Chinese very well, all smiled knowingly.
Leng Zimo felt the cool air he blew across his arm that was stinging from the heat of moxibustion. He felt that the pain on his arm seemed to lighten a lot, "Momo, you don't need to repay Uncle Zimo, you're fine.
My uncle is very happy. He only has a broken bone. Don’t worry, he will get better soon.”
But the little guy just kept blowing on his arm. He was stubborn and stubborn and couldn't persuade him, so Leng Zimo had no choice but to let him go.
The martial arts instructor looked at the little guy and sighed, "This child's mother is really not simple, she can educate such a sensible child."
"Who says it isn't?" The assistant director nodded in agreement, "Uncle, it's not easy being a single parent."
As the car entered the city, Xiao Ding took out his mobile phone and made a call to Shen Yizhou.
By the time the car drove into the general hospital and stopped outside the emergency department, Shen Yizhou had already brought a nurse and was waiting there.
Welcoming Leng Zimo into the emergency room, Shen Yizhou briefly examined him and immediately ordered him to take a film.
"There's no rush to take a picture. You can check Mo Mo immediately. He fell from about three meters away. I seemed to have pulled his arm. Also, can you see if he suffered a concussion or something like that?!
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"Okay, leave the child to me. You go and take the X-ray immediately. You're not a doctor, so what's the use of staying here?!" Shen Yizhou glanced at him and immediately waved to Xiao Ding, "Go, take him to take the X-ray."
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"Stop talking nonsense!" Leng Zimo just frowned and refused to leave, "Hurry and check him."
Looking at his face, several people looked helpless.
The little guy Luo Jun raised his face and said, "Uncle Zimo, my mother said you should listen to the doctor when you are sick."
Leng Zimo, who had always been unable to persuade anyone, just gave him a gentle smile and said, "Okay, uncle, be obedient. I will go take the film. You stay here and let Uncle Shen check you out."
