Gu Junzhu drew her into his embrace, rubbing the back of her head gently, "Don't worry, we'll get him the best doctor. Even if there is a scar, it might not be very deep. Besides, what's wrong with boys having some scars? Scars are the medals of men, don't worry about such a small thing."
Ye Xingbei shook her head tearfully without being able to speak.
She was not only heartbroken about Lingyue's facial scar but also about the suffering he endured.
Such a small child, with tender skin, being torn apart by a belt, how painful would it be?
Although Xiao Shumiao was not injured, he passed out from tiredness and hunger due to the excessive shock and having been without food for a long time.
He held Lingyue's hand tightly in his sleep, refusing to let go, so Gu Junzhu and Ye Xingbei had no choice but to place the two children in the same hospital bed.
Luckily, both children were small and thin, and the bed was more than enough for them.
