Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 13 Little Nurse

The operating room door opened.

When Song Huan was pushed out, her face was a little pale, but her eyes were still open, staring blankly at the ceiling.

It required seven stitches.

The doctor said the wound was a bit deep, but it didn't damage any internal organs, and it would heal after some time.

Thankfully, my back was saved.

As soon as the door opened, Zhang Xuejuan was the first to rush forward.

"Son! Son, how are you? Does it hurt?"

Song Huan glanced at her mother, who looked distressed, and said weakly, "Mom, can I skip school tomorrow...?"

Zhang Xuejuan paused for a moment, then rolled her eyes.

"You're in this state and you still want to go to school? You better lie down and rest!"

Song Huan felt very happy.

Great, I don't have to go to kindergarten anymore.

As he was thinking, a small face suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

Xiao Yunqing lay beside the bed, her eyes and nose red, with tears still clinging to her face.

She looked at him, her lips trembled, and she felt like crying again.

"Song Huan..."

Looking at her like that, Song Huan felt a little soft-hearted.

"Why are you crying?" he forced a smile. "I'm not dead."

"Don't say 'death'!" Xiao Yunqing immediately covered his mouth.

Song Huan blinked but didn't say anything.

Xiao Yunqing lowered her hand, looked at him, and whispered, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Xiao Yunqing did not believe it.

She looked at his pale face and the blanket covering him, and tears streamed down her face again.

[You're lying...it definitely hurts...]

Song Huan sighed.

He raised his hand, intending to wipe away her tears, but he lost strength halfway up and had to put his hand down.

"Don't cry," he said. "You'll look ugly if you keep crying."

Xiao Yunqing was stunned for a moment, then vigorously wiped away her tears with the back of her hand.

"Then I won't cry."

The adults watching this scene had mixed feelings.

Zhang Xuejuan looked at her son, then at Xiao Yunqing, and suddenly felt...

This kid is pretty good at sweet-talking people.

……

Song Huan stayed at home for two days.

Children recover quickly. By the third day, the wound wasn't so painful anymore, and he was finally able to get out of bed and walk around.

His parents went to work today, so he was home alone.

He lay on the sofa, eating snacks, watching TV, and thinking happily.

This is life!

No need to go to kindergarten, no need to hear other children crying, no need to be disciplined by teachers...

perfect.

Then there was a knock on the door.

Song Huan was stunned for a moment.

Who would come at this time?

He slowly moved to the doorway and opened it.

A girl with a small ponytail and a small backpack was standing outside the door, looking up at him.

Song Huan: "..."

Xiao Yunqing?

"Why are you here?"

Xiao Yunqing blinked: "I'll take care of you."

Song Huan was stunned.

Take care of him?

"You don't go to school?"

"I asked for leave," Xiao Yunqing said matter-of-factly. "I told the teacher that my husband was injured and I had to go take care of him."

Song Huan almost choked on her saliva.

Husband...?!

He remembered that day at the kindergarten gate, when she shouted it in front of everyone, and his scalp began to tingle again.

"Don't shout like that..."

"I didn't call you that," Xiao Yunqing looked at him seriously. "You ate my lollipop before and saved me, so of course you're my husband."

Song Huan opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Xiao Yunqing had already squeezed past him through the door and started looking around the room.

Are you home alone? Where are your aunt and uncle?

"I'm off to work."

"That's right," Xiao Yunqing nodded, "I'll keep you company."

As she spoke, she put her backpack on the sofa and began taking things out.

A bag of cookies, a carton of imported milk, a small notebook, a pen...

Watching her busy figure, Song Huan suddenly remembered a question.

How did you know my home address?

Xiao Yunqing didn't even turn her head: "I asked Auntie for it."

Song Huan: "..."

Mom, you really don't let your son have any free time.

……

It's time to change the dressing.

Song Huan originally wanted to change it herself, but Xiao Yunqing volunteered.

I initially wanted to refuse, but seeing her looking like she was about to apologize, I finally agreed.

Song Huan sat on the sofa, lifted her clothes, revealing the gauze wrapped around her waist.

Xiao Yunqing squatted down next to him and carefully removed the gauze.

When the wound was exposed, Xiao Yunqing frowned slightly.

It was red, stitched up, and looked a little scary.

She picked up a cotton swab, dipped it in the medicine, and gently applied it.

The moment the medicine touched the wound, Song Huan's body trembled.

pain.

It hurts.

He gritted his teeth, his brows furrowed.

Xiao Yunqing immediately stopped what she was doing and looked up at him.

"Does it hurt?"

Song Huan didn't speak, but her expression answered.

Xiao Yunqing thought for a moment, then suddenly reached out her two small hands and cupped his face in her hands.

Song Huan was stunned.

Her small hands were soft and warm as she cupped his face and gently rubbed his brow.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt," she whispered. "The little cloud is here, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Song Huan: "..."

What kind of operation is this?

As Xiao Yunqing massaged her, she began to hum a song.

He hummed out of tune, a jumbled mess, but his voice was soft, like the kind of lullaby used to soothe a child to sleep.

As Song Huan listened, her brows gradually relaxed.

Xiao Yunqing sensed that he had relaxed, so she picked up the cotton swab again and continued to apply the medicine.

This time, she moved even more gently.

After applying the medicine, she carefully put on a new gauze, then looked up at him with bright eyes.

"alright!"

Song Huan looked at her, suddenly unsure of what to say.

This girl is quite good at taking care of people.

After a while, Song Huan stood up and walked towards the restroom.

I had only taken two steps when I heard footsteps behind me.

He turned around and saw Xiao Yunqing following behind him.

What are you doing?

"I'll follow you."

Song Huan looked bewildered: "I'm going to the bathroom, why are you following me?"

Xiao Yunqing blinked and said matter-of-factly, "You're injured. What if you fall?"

Song Huan: "..."

"I don't need anyone to accompany me."

"No," Xiao Yunqing shook her head, "When I was injured before, my mother accompanied me to the toilet. So I have to accompany you too."

Song Huan opened her mouth, only to find herself speechless.

He looked at Xiao Yunqing's serious little face and sighed.

"Then you wait at the door and don't come in."

Xiao Yunqing nodded.

Song Huan went into the restroom and closed the door.

When I came out of the restroom, Xiao Yunqing was indeed standing at the door, motionless.

She immediately smiled when she saw him come out.

"Are you done?"

Song Huan nodded helplessly.

Xiao Yunqing reached out and took his hand, leading him towards the sofa.

"Come on, let's go back and lie down."

"Wait, you didn't wash your hands."

"It's okay, I don't mind."

……

Xiao Yunqing only took one day off.

The next day, Song Huan thought she could finally have some peace and quiet.

Then, around 5 p.m., the door was knocked on again.

He opened the door and saw Xiao Yunqing standing in the doorway, followed by two other people.

Xiao Haifeng and Xu Wan.

Xiao Haifeng was carrying large and small bags of supplements, while Xu Wan was holding a fruit basket.

"Song Huan," Xu Wan rarely smiled, "we've come to see you."

Song Huan quickly stepped aside: "Uncle and Aunt, please come in."

Xiao Haifeng walked in, looked around the room, and then looked at Song Huan.

"How's the injury?"

"I'm much better, thank you for your concern, Uncle."

Xiao Haifeng nodded and put the things down.

Xu Wan put down the fruit basket and then looked at her daughter.

Xiao Yunqing had already run to Song Huan's side, grabbed his hand, and asked, "Does it hurt today? Did you change your dressing? Have you been resting properly?"

Song Huan answered them one by one, but in his heart he was thinking that this girl was even more long-winded than his own parents.

Xiao Haifeng and Xu Wan exchanged a glance, both seeing complexity in each other's eyes.

When did my daughter become so caring?

They sat for a while, gave a few words of advice, and then took their leave.

As they were leaving, Xiao Yunqing said, "You all go down and wait for me. I'll stay with him a little longer."

Xiao Haifeng was about to say something when Xu Wan stopped him.

Xiao Yunqing nodded, saw them out, and then ran back to Song Huan's side.

"Let's watch TV!"

Song Huan looked into her bright eyes and smiled.

"it is good."

……

For the next week, Xiao Yunqing came every day.

As soon as the school bell rang, she ran to Song Huan's house with her schoolbag on her back.

Sometimes I bring snacks, sometimes picture books, and sometimes I bring nothing at all, just sitting next to him and talking to him.

Song Huan's injuries are healing day by day, and the wounds are beginning to close.

As we all know, wounds itch when they are healing.

It's extremely itchy.

The itching made him restless, and he wanted to reach out and scratch.

Every time Xiao Yunqing saw him about to grab something, she would immediately hold his hand down.

"Don't arrest him!"

Song Huan was unbearably itchy: "Just scratch it a little..."

"No!" Xiao Yunqing said with a stern face, "Mom said that scratching will leave a scar."

Song Huan was helpless.

He knew he shouldn't scratch, but the itching was unbearable.

Xiao Yunqing thought for a moment and took out a pack of cotton swabs from her schoolbag.

"I'll scratch it for you."

She took out a cotton swab and gently scratched the skin around the wound.

So comfortable~

Song Huan breathed a sigh of relief.

Xiao Yunqing scratched while watching his expression.

"Is it comfortable?"

"Um."

Xiao Yunqing laughed and scratched even more earnestly.

As she scratched, a wicked thought suddenly came to her.

She secretly moved the cotton swab aside, took out a paintbrush from her schoolbag, and drew a circle on Song Huan's arm.

Song Huan was unaware.

She drew another circle, then drew a few lines inside it, making it into a...

Little turtle.

Xiao Yunqing looked at the crooked little turtle, suppressed a laugh, and continued drawing.

After finishing one, I drew another.

Song Huan finally realized something was wrong.

He looked down and saw that there were already three little turtles on his arm.

He looked up at Xiao Yunqing.

Xiao Yunqing was covering her mouth and laughing, her shoulders shaking with laughter.

"Xiao, Yun, Qing!"

When Xiao Yunqing heard him call her by her full name, she knew something was wrong and immediately stood up and hid behind him.

Song Huan pretended to be angry and reached out to grab her.

"You come here right now!"

Xiao Yunqing screamed and ran towards the foot of the bed, laughing.

Song Huan chased after him, but her wound hadn't fully healed, so she couldn't run fast.

Xiao Yunqing hopped around at the foot of the bed like a nimble little rabbit.

"We can't catch them! We can't catch them!"

Song Huan stopped, took a breath, and then pounced on her when she wasn't paying attention.

Xiao Yunqing was pinned down on the bed by him, laughing so hard she could hardly breathe.

"Hahaha, I won't do it again!"

Song Huan pressed her down, pretending to be fierce: "Do you still dare to draw turtles?"

"I won't do it again!"

Song Huan then released her grip.

Xiao Yunqing lay on the bed, her hair loose, her face flushed, her eyes bright, smiling at him.

Song Huan smiled when she saw her like that.

The setting sun outside the window cast a beautiful orange-red glow, illuminating the two people.

Xiao Yunqing suddenly reached out and tugged at his sleeve.

"Song Huan".

"Um?"

"Get well soon."

Song Huan was stunned for a moment.

"I want to go to kindergarten with you," Xiao Yunqing pouted and said seriously, "Going to school alone is so boring."

Looking into her bright eyes, Song Huan felt a warmth in her heart.

"Okay," he said, "you'll be fine soon."

Xiao Yunqing smiled and sat up from the bed.

"Then let's pinky swear, and you'll have to come to school with me every day from now on."

She extended her little finger.

Song Huan also extended her little finger and hooked it with hers.

"Pinky promise, a hundred years from now."

After Xiao Yunqing finished reading, he nodded in satisfaction.

"Alright, stamp it."

She pressed his thumb against her thumb.

Thus, the most sincere promise made in our youth was born.