Quan Jingwu stroked her head, then sat down beside the bed with Seventeen in his arms. He took Seventeen's little hand, "Be gentle."
The doctor nodded repeatedly but inwardly he was complaining.
Even the most gentle injection was inevitably painful.
Watching the sharp needle approach Seventeen's tender skin, Jian Qing couldn't bear to look away. Quan Jingwu's gaze deepened as he softly coaxed Seventeen, "Seventeen, don't be afraid, Daddy is here. After the injection, we'll go home and play with Nineteen."
As the needle went in, Seventeen's lips puckered like jelly, and a mist quickly formed in his eyes as he cried out, "Wah!"
Jian Qing quickly took him into her arms and gently patted his back, "Seventeen, be good, Mommy is here, Mommy is holding you, no crying, okay?"
Already uncomfortable with a cold and fever, now with an injection, Seventeen was extremely distressed and cried with a shudder, as tears streamed down his face.
"Wah wah wah…"
