The Prefectural Doctor was carefully treating the wound, while the old lady intermittently blew on Jiang Shu's wound, whispering in consolation, "My poor Shushu, has to endure such pain...."
Jiang Shu, holding a handkerchief to his lips and coughing softly, spoke weakly: "Grandmother, the pain is bearable, please don't worry too much!"
The old lady raised her voice: "How can it not hurt? You were always the one most afraid of pain since you were a child. That year when you were five, you cried for an hour after being pricked by an embroidery needle. Now you're all bruised, it must cause excruciating pain!"
Cried for an hour after being pricked by an embroidery needle...
Su Luo thought, perhaps she really wasn't a woman at heart.
Jiang Shu didn't expect the old lady to bring up such an old story. His ears were slightly red: "Grandmother, let's not reminisce about the past!"
The old lady hurriedly comforted him: "I won't mention it again..."
