Shen Yunfang brought the child back home and immediately told Pangpang to lie down and rest; the sight of her child's face covered in blood that morning had given her quite a scare.
"Mom, I'm fine, I can't sleep." Pangpang had barely lain in bed for a minute before he couldn't take it anymore and bounced out, running to the kitchen to protest to his mother.
The child was not one to feign illness; aside from sleeping at night, asking him to lie in bed without any ailment was impossible.
Shen Yunfang was in the kitchen preparing a blood-nourishing soup for the child, seeing his unwilling expression, she also felt helpless.
"Who told you to sleep, mom asked you to lie in bed to rest, okay? Ah, fine, fine, if you really can't stand lying down, then go and do whatever you should do, just don't go out to play," Shen Yunfang waved her hand impatiently.
The child's wound hadn't been stitched, so it was important to take care in the coming days to avoid reopening the wound.