The doctor prescribed the medicine and left.
Qiao Mu obediently took the medicine and lay down to rest.
Li Yan sat quietly at the side, his large hand gently caressing her stomach as if he wanted to ease her pain.
Her heart was filled up in an instant.
Perhaps when one was sick, one's willpower was weaker, and their nerves were easily affected.
Why was it this man again?
Qiao Mu remembered that Qiao Ya had once pushed her down, and she had scratched her knee. She had secretly hidden in a corner and was bruised, and Li Yan had seen it.
Li Yan had a scary expression on his face. He carried her home and asked the doctor to apply the medicine for her.
That was Qiao Mu's first time seeing a doctor. When she caught a cold, her mother only gave her some medicine, but Li Yan called the doctor because of her small injury.
