"Sister, look at your face."
"Okay?"
The little girl, on hearing this, ran carefully behind her mother.
She seemed to be full of resistance to Zhao Xi's words.
"Nuni (childlike sound), come here, this is the doctor."
"She's here to treat you, don't be afraid."
"Listen to Mommy."
"Come."
The woman spoke with a thick South-Eastern Shanxi dialect, with a hint of Southern Henan in her tone, dragging her daughter towards them with a strong pull.
Her force was significant.
But the girl just wouldn't come over.
"Don't... I don't want to!"
As she spoke, she tried to push her mother away, and Chen Gong now saw the woman's hands were cracked from surgery, wrapped in white tape, and the little girl's hands were the same.
Seeing her child's disobedience, the woman suddenly got a bit angry and pulled her over forcefully.
"Nuni, why are you being so disobedient!"
