But a few seconds later, they saw the little child tug at the corner of the doctor's white coat and insist on pulling him out.
"Young master... you still have injuries... you shouldn't exert too much force!" The doctor advised gently.
Apparently annoyed by his hesitation, Qiqi looked up and glared at him fiercely, his bloodshot eyes like a little beast.
The doctor's heart tightened, and before he could react, he was pulled in front of Qiao Mo.
Qiqi tugged at the doctor's coat, pulling him in front of Qiao Mo, pointing at the wounds on Qiao Mo, his eyes full of urgency.
Qiao Mo's heart warmed, and she said gently, "Mom is fine, don't worry, Qiqi."
Qiqi shook his head, looked at the bloodstains on Qiao Mo's face, and his eyes were so red with worry, a layer of tears quickly welled up in them.
