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It is impossible for Wang Rui not to hear such a big commotion. She ran out of the store, and the steps of the door were crowded by the onlookers.

Wang Rui didn't shout out, seeing Jiu'er supporting Duan Jiakang, she turned her head and squeezed back into the crowd.

Such things as blood relationship will guide Liu'er invisibly. No matter how much Liu'er didn't know before, she must know now at this moment.

The police have gone to this street to arrest people a few times, and the surrounding residents are used to it. This devastated place has always needed someone to rectify it. They are not surprised by such a big battle.

Jiu'er had no experience, so he only thought of the outpatient clinic above. Since it was proposed by Jiu'er, Duan Jiakang directly rejected Director Lu's suggestion of going to the hospital, and waved his hand to signal them to leave quickly.

Jiu'er walked in front holding the blind stick and Duan Jiakang's crutches. Fang Jirong couldn't help Duan Jiakang, so he supported Duan Jiakang and followed behind Jiu'er.

The outpatient clinic was relatively simple, and a few transfusion patients were sitting in it. Fang Jirong found a corner to place the two father and son, "Doctor, please take a look, his leg was scratched by the glass."

Fang Jirong was a little worried about Jiu'er. From the time of the accident to now, Jiu'er has been in a free state. He sat beside Jiu'er and asked, "Jiu'er, is there any pain?"

He wasn't sure if Jiu'er was injured, the blood on his body was probably Duan Jiakang's.

Jiu'er shook his head, and Fang Jirong still pinched Jiu'er's wrist to check it. There were small marks made by glass shards on the back of his hand. The doctor was helping Duan Jiakang clean up the wound, and Fang Jirong did it himself.

"It hurts to rub alcohol." Fang Jirong was very careful, blowing while rubbing alcohol, "Just stick a Band-Aid on it."

Fang Jirong wanted Jiu'er to say a few more words. It's not a good thing for a chattering person to suddenly quiet down.

He was worried that Jiu'er had been frightened and hadn't recovered yet.

Duan Jiakang's trouser legs were cut open by glass, and the wound inside was not very deep. The doctor who had been helping him clean up asked, "Do you have an old disease? Have you been injured on your leg before?"

"Yeah." Duan Jiakang was afraid of being laughed at when he said it. He was very afraid of pain. When the doctor asked him, he had no choice but to answer. .

Jiu'er, who was originally quiet, quickly turned around, "Is that serious?"

The doctor smiled, and was about to say that it was not serious, when Duan Jiakang lightly pressed the back of his hand, and when he looked up, Duan Jiakang was winking at him.

The doctor knew Jiu'er and knew that Jiu'er couldn't see, but Duan Jiakang's slightly suggestive eyes made him swallow the words "not serious" and changed his words, "I'm afraid it will cause old diseases..."

Duan Jiakang nodded gratefully to him, and Fang Jirong looked away and sighed. He felt sorry for Duan Jiakang's little cleverness, and he could easily catch the bitterness.

This made Jiu'er feel uncomfortable. He didn't know how serious the old disease was. He clenched his hands nervously on the crutches, feeling the lines of the dragon's head in his palms, and murmured: "That's why... you just crutches. Are you on crutches?"

"Yes." These words were true, and Duan Jiakang would not blush.

The crutch in his hand became more and more clear. It was different from Jiu'er's blind-guide stick. It was made of smooth wooden material, slightly thicker, heavier and more solid than the blind-guide stick.

Jiu'er didn't know that there was a carving of a dragon's head on the armrest of the crutch, but he just thought it was more delicate and complicated than a guide stick.

Just like him, he is not as complicated and mysterious as Duan Jiakang.

Cleaning up and bandaging only took about ten minutes. After that, Jiu'er didn't speak again. He didn't know what to say. He didn't follow up until Duan Jiakang said yes.

After sending Duan Jiakang back to the B&B, whether or not to leave has become a tangled issue for Jiuer. He can't get along well with Duan Jiakang staying here, but they just protected him, and it's not polite to leave.

Fortunately, Young Master Fang was thoughtful, he knew that the two father and son needed some time alone, "I'll go downstairs and make you some tea."

When Jiu'er heard this, he curled his fingers tightly. He wanted to tell Fang Jirong not to leave, but until the door was closed, Jiu'er didn't say anything to persuade him to stay.

He didn't know how many times he had been in this room, and he had never been so embarrassed as he is now.

The autumn wind made the leaves rustle, Chiu'er sensitively caught the sound of birds chirping, the footsteps of pedestrians outside, and the noise of the mahjong parlor not far away, the room was terribly quiet, he should speak of.

"Does the wound hurt?" Jiu'er was good at hiding his feelings, but those bragging rights were just a long-standing habit, and he still couldn't handle Duan Jiakang. He faced the window and refused to turn his head.

Duan Jiakang is the best at getting cheap and being good-looking. Whether it is for his wife or children, he uses this trick.

"A little bit." He didn't look like an adult, he didn't know how to stop, Jiuer gave him a step, and he was about to go down the step.

Hearing this, Jiu'er turned his head, he was not a doctor, and he didn't know what to do in this situation, so he faced Duan Jiakang with some anxiety.

Duan Jiakang made good use of Jiu'er's concern. At this time, Jiu'er's defense was the weakest. He patted the seat beside the bed, "Sit down."

Jiu'er hesitated for a moment, then got up and walked slowly towards Duan Jiakang.

Although Chiu'er has been to the B&B many times, he always came as a guest. He didn't explore every corner properly, so when Duan Jiakang proposed the invitation, Chiu'er stretched out his small hand in mid-air to test it out, until Duan Jiakang Hold on.

Fang Jirong had already given Duan Jiakang a start, he couldn't pretend nothing happened, he wanted to hear Jiu'er's thoughts, "Why aren't you surprised at all, Jiu'er?"

Although Duan Jiakang was ambiguous, Jiu'er understood what he meant, "I heard that day..."

Duan Jiakang has lived until now, that is, only recently has he realized how to be a father. He has never gotten along with his own children, and he is often clumsy.

Chiu'er was like a gift that fell from the sky. It was frightening, but it was more of a surprise. When Duan Jiakang got used to this kind of surprise and opened the gift with excitement, he was worried that Chiu'er would not be able to accept him.

Sometimes there are too many things to say, and I don't know where to start. Duan Jiakang tentatively patted Jiu'er's hand quilt, and Jiu'er froze slightly, and did not avoid it.

"I'm sorry." Compared to those weak and pale explanations, Duan Jiakang chose to apologize first. After all, if he said that he didn't know the existence of Jiu'er, he was prevaricating.

"It's okay." Jiu'er moved her fingertips, the two of them were like kindergarten children, even the way of admitting their mistakes was so childish.