Lu Youting rubbed his head, "My blood test is over, now it's your turn! As a man, you must keep your word!"
Jian Sichen, in a tough spot, stretched out his arm like a brave man going to his death.
Afraid he would be scared, Lu Youting pressed his head into his chest, covered his eyes, and didn't let him see. His thick palm gently patted his back, "Don't be afraid, Daddy will always be with you."
His voice was low, as if with piercing power, inexplicably comforting.
The one most afraid of pain felt no pain at all when the needle pierced in, his heart and eyes filled with the father holding him.
After a series of check-ups were complete, the results showed everything was normal. The doctor explained it was just a chill in the stomach and advised to apply a hot compress to the little belly and drink more hot water.
Back home, Lu Youting took matters into his own hands, applying the hot compress to his belly and personally spoon-fed him water.
"How is it? Feeling any better?"