Things Will Eventually Sort Themselves Out

Ling Ran sat down and earnestly cleaned the wound on the young child's head.

Zuo Cidian was not really used to this. He sat at the opposite site and helped hold stuff. It had been a while since they last did this kind of small "surgery".

However, the young child's parents were still very anxious.

The mother was about thirty years old. She only raised her head and glanced at Ling Ran before she warned Zuo Cidian, "You mustn't leave any scar. My child is still very small, what if the scar grows bigger… He just accidentally fell down from the bed, and if he gets disfigured…"

"The doctors are taking care of him now." The father was slightly embarrassed. He only raised his head and took a glance at Ling Ran before he said in a low voice, "He hit the top of his head. At most, he will lose some hair…" 

"It's okay if you get bald, my son can never be bald." The mother increased the volume of her voice.