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"Um, really?" Little Yunduo sniffed her nose, looking more like a five-year-old child now than usual, tilting her little head and negotiating with Yan Xiaye, "But I hate getting shots and taking medicine. Can't we not see a doctor and also not tell Daddy, is that okay?"
"Of course not," Yan Xiaye said with a helpless chuckle, not expecting the little one to be as scared as most children, "But I promise the pills are sweet, and for the injections, we'll have Mr. Yan Jiu do them. Didn't you say he was especially skilled and that it wouldn't hurt at all?"
"That was just me flattering Uncle Yan, hoping he'd go a bit easier on Daddy," Little Yunduo said listlessly, opening her little arms and throwing herself into Yan Xiaye's embrace. She rested her little head on her shoulder, and as she looked back, she saw another tiny figure, like a cannonball, rushing towards them at high speed.
