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?"
Song Zhen's gaze moved away from George's other injuries with difficulty, "George is a precious baby worth cherishing in the palm of my hand. How could I despise you?"
George's stomach growled with hunger.
Song Zhen was scared the child would be uncomfortable.
After all, it's incredibly painful for an adult to endure hunger.
Let alone a three- or four-year-old child.
He frowned, looking at the wound on George's abdomen, feeling upset inside.
George's little hand clasped his own, smiling, "Uncle Song Zhen, I'm not hungry! I know I can't eat anything these two days! Wait until I can get out of bed in a couple of days and eat, then I will cook for you! The sandwiches I make are really tasty, I always cook breakfast at home!"
Deep in Song Zhen's eyes, a fleeting murderous intent flashed, "Oh? What do you usually do at home to prepare meals for your family?"
Thinking Song Zhen was testing him, George proudly described, "First, I toast the bread in the toaster, then I spread the spread! My sister likes peanut butter, dad and mom like cheese, the tomatoes need to be sliced, the lettuce leaves washed clean, then I find the ham in the refrigerator, slice it, put it all together, and cut it into triangles. I heat it in the microwave! Once it comes out, the cheese turns into a creamy cheese sauce, and it's done!"
Song Zhen kissed the child's little hand, then asked, "What else can George do besides cooking?"
George blurted out, "I can also do laundry! I put all the clothes in the basket into the washing machine, add a third of a cup of laundry detergent, and then push the button! After washing, I carry them to the balcony, bring down the clothes rack, put each piece of clothing on the rack, and hang them up!
I can also polish shoes, first you have to...
I can also...
I can also..."
As George spoke, he diverted his attention from the hunger and became more and more sleepy, eventually falling asleep holding Song Zhen's hand.
Song Zhen quietly left George's room.
The moment he closed the door, his eyelashes were laden with glistening drops.
He returned to his room and had Qi Lei go pick up Xinzhou.
Meanwhile, he made a call to his lawyer.
Song Zhen had just one demand: to make the Zorns pay the greatest, most miserable price they could bear!
Song Zhen refused an out-of-court settlement!
He rejected any chance that could forgive them or give them a chance to reduce their sentence!
Eleven thirty.
As Xinzhou approached the apartment building again after so many years, many past memories flooded back.
Even though it had been five years since he'd been there, he still remembered the code to unlock the building and the password to Song Zhen's front door.
The living room was brightly lit.
Song Zhen sat alone on the sofa, holding a glass of red wine.
Xinzhou raised an eyebrow and asked, "Who was it that said they would quit drinking from now on?"
Looking at her with a profound gaze, Song Zhen gently patted the spot beside him, "Come here."