Song Zhen and the private doctor worked together to clean George's minimally invasive surgical wounds.
Although there were only two small holes, they still had to be disinfected with iodine every morning and evening before applying the corresponding medication.
The moment the gauze was peeled back, Song Zhen's hands were shaking.
He looked up at George's childishly small face.
The child was pursing his lips, his face flushed red as he gazed at Song Zhen.
Song Zhen's gaze softened as he took George's little hand, "Don't be afraid. I will do everything I can to help you recover as quickly as possible."
The private doctor efficiently applied and spread the medicine on the child.
During this time, George didn't cry out in pain once.
He just looked at Song Zhen with shy eyes, and after a long time, he asked, "Uncle Song Zhen, do you really not despise me?"
