Old Mrs. Song is reborn; get out of here, you scumbag husband and illegitimate child!

Da Bao understood and immediately jumped out of the car.

"Aunt Cong, I understand, I'll run there."

Watching Da Bao run away.

Cong Ying then urged her master to continue.

We arrived at the hospital emergency room.

When the doctor on duty saw that Cong Ying had personally brought people over, he immediately arranged a hospital bed for her.

After a thorough examination, the doctor removed his stethoscope.

"The injuries are all superficial, nothing serious," the doctor wrote quickly in the medical record. "This child was mainly frightened and depressed, and the prolonged exposure to cold wind caused a high fever. We'll give him two IV drips to bring the fever down, and then he just needs to take his medication as prescribed."

Cong Ying breathed a long sigh of relief: "Thank you, Dr. Ma."

Not long after.

The nurse came over with a tray and deftly gave the baby an injection.

The IV drip was only halfway finished when Da Bao rushed into the emergency room, carrying a bulging plastic bag and panting heavily. His forehead was covered in sweat, and he was still out of breath when he reached the bedside.

"Aunt Cong, the clothes are here."

Cong Ying took the bag and pulled up the curtains around the hospital bed. "Da Bao, let me change your brother's clothes."

She brought over a basin of warm water.

First, she quickly took off Erbao's soaking wet school uniform.

After wiping the mud off the child with a hot towel, Cong Ying quickly changed him into dry clothes.

I changed my clothes.

The second child slept even more soundly.

Cong Ying sat by the bed, watching over the IV drip bottle.

Da Bao lay at the foot of the bed, watching over his younger brother.

After finishing the two IV drips, it was already completely dark outside.

Erbao's fever has subsided considerably, and he's become more lucid.

Cong Ying took a taxi with her two children back to Zhou Fang's house.

The house was kept clean and tidy.

The floor was gleaming from the mopping, and there wasn't a single hair on the coffee table.

The two children are like Zhou Fang; they love cleanliness. Even when Zhou Fang is not home, they keep their little home very clean.

Cong Ying would take some time each week to come and visit them, and she was very familiar with the furnishings in the house.

Cong Ying carried the second baby into the second bedroom and placed him on the bed. She then pulled the blanket over him tightly.

Erbao stared pitifully at Congying with his big, bright eyes.

During the hours he was sick, Cong Ying stayed by his side, touching his forehead, feeding him warm water, and changing his clothes.

Erbao stared at her busy figure and felt that Aunt Congying had a motherly vibe about her.

"Aunt Cong." Erbao's voice was still hoarse.

"Are you still feeling unwell?" Cong Ying sat on the edge of the bed and touched his forehead.

Erbao's eyes darted away: "Will you scold me?"

Cong Ying countered:

"What did I say to you?"

"They scolded me for fighting at school, for running around and being irresponsible." Tears welled up in Erbao's eyes.

Cong Ying reached out and brushed the stray hairs from Erbao's forehead.

"Why would I scold you?" Cong Ying looked directly at Er Bao. "When someone called you a wild child, you did the right thing by fighting back."

If you've been bullied, you should fight back. We don't cause trouble, but we're not afraid of it either. That classmate was the one who said the dirty talk first, and that teacher was unreasonable and biased; it wasn't your fault. I understand your grievances.

Erbao was stunned.

Da Bao stood by the door, stunned by what he heard.

They thought they would definitely get a scolding when they got back.

"But it's wrong of you to run around like that." Cong Ying changed the subject. "If you run to a dark place where no one can find you, what will happen to your dad and Da Bao if something really happens?"

Next time something like this happens, don't try to handle it yourself. Come to the hospital and I'll stand up for you. I'll go talk to that student's parents and have a serious discussion about the rules with them.

Erbao's eyes were completely red.

He nodded repeatedly, his lips pursed.

Da Bao interjected, "I'll stand up for you."

"Auntie, please don't tell my dad, okay?" Erbao pleaded. "I'm afraid my dad will be angry. If he finds out I caused trouble at school, he'll definitely beat me up."

"Your dad won't be angry," Cong Ying said confidently. "Da Bao, Er Bao, remember this. You must believe that your dad loves you."

He worked tirelessly outside to earn money, all to protect this family.

"If anyone dares to bully you outside, your father will be the first to rush up and fight them. He loves you so much, how could he be angry with you?"

Da Bao and Er Bao exchanged a glance.

The tension that had been building for days finally dissipated.

"Are you hungry?" Cong Ying stood up and looked at the two of them.

Erbao's stomach rumbled very cooperatively.

"Lie down and rest for a while, I'll go cook."

Cong Ying walked out of the bedroom, went into the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator. Inside, there were two fresh pork ribs and several boxes of eggs.

She deftly rolled up her sleeves, washed and blanched the ribs, and then added rice.

I turned on the gas stove and started cooking a small pot of pork rib porridge.

Then he turned around, cracked three eggs, poured them into a hot oil pan, and quickly stir-fried them before serving.

Before long, a rich aroma of meat wafted from the kitchen.

The long-lost warmth of cooking instantly brought the quiet house to life.

"Da Bao, bring the bowl," Cong Ying called out.

Da Bao quickly ran into the kitchen and brought the pork rib porridge and scrambled eggs to the dining table outside.

"Can Erbao get out of bed? Or should I bring him in?" Cong Ying wiped her hands on her apron and walked to the door of the second bedroom.

"I can get out of bed." Erbao smelled the aroma, lifted the blanket, put on his shoes, and then sat down at the dining table.

The two brothers held their bowls and wolfed down their porridge.

Cong Ying's porridge was soft, sticky, and fragrant, and the two of them also devoured the plate of scrambled eggs.

After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, Erbao's complexion became much rosier.

Cong Ying finished cleaning up the dishes and wiped the table with a cloth. "It's getting late, you should wash up and go to bed early. Auntie has to go back now. I'll come back tomorrow morning to bring you breakfast."

The voice just fell.

Da Bao stood up.

He opened his mouth, but hesitated, his expression extremely conflicted.

"What's wrong?" Cong Ying stopped what she was doing. "Just say what you have to say."

"Auntie, could you please not leave tonight?" Da Bao gritted his teeth. "Could you stay at my house for just one more day?"

Cong Ying was taken aback and glanced at the clock on the wall.

"It's so late, it's not appropriate for me to stay here. Erbao's fever has already subsided."

"I'm afraid Erbao will get a fever again in the middle of the night." Dabao's eyes showed real fear. "I saw on TV that people can die from a high fever in the middle of the night."

If he's burning up to death in the middle of the night, I simply can't carry him to the hospital by myself. Auntie, please stay!"

Da Bao was genuinely scared.

When he touched Erbao's burning hot body in the flower bed today, he was terrified.

Hearing my brother say that.

Erbao got anxious too.

He quickly moved his chair closer to Cong Ying.

"Auntie, please stay here." Erbao looked at her pitifully. "Can you stay in my dad's room?"

The sheets on his bed had just been changed; Da Bao had washed and dried them on Sunday, and no one had slept in them. It's very clean.

Cong Ying looked at the two pairs of eyes in front of her, which were full of expectation and reliance.

These two children are so insecure.

Even after such a big incident today, they are still on edge and dare not stay in their rooms alone.

Cong Ying's hardest spot softened.

She sighed.

"Okay, Auntie won't leave today. I'll stay here with you. You two go brush your teeth, wash your faces, and go to bed."

Da Bao breathed a sigh of relief.

Erbao finally grinned and smiled contentedly.