RYEY -Chapter 307 Going into Business

When the child screamed and then instantly fainted again, fear finally set in. The teacher, anxious and helpless, both asked someone to find Liang Qingya and sent the boy to the hospital.

But the hospital’s equipment was rudimentary, only capable of X-rays—no modern CT scans. The X-ray showed that the boy had intracranial bleeding, but it was impossible to determine the exact amount, let alone perform surgery on a child.

“Uncle Liang, please keep an eye on Li Ming, and could you also bring my master here? Otherwise, even if I go in, they won’t let me diagnose him.”

“No need. Doctor Ye has already arrived.”

Upon learning what had happened, Liang Qingya immediately called Ye Jun. When Ye Jun heard that little Li Ming had caused trouble, he immediately set off.

When Cheng Qiao heard that Ye Jun had arrived, her tense heart finally relaxed slightly. Following Liang Qingya, they ran to the emergency room in long strides.

“I’ve checked him—there’s a small amount of intracranial bleeding. I’ve administered medicine. As long as the blood is absorbed, the child will be fine. It’s just that he’s scared out of his wits and keeps fussing.”

Ye Hui stood in the corridor, holding a cigarette and exhaling smoke toward the window. Seeing Cheng Qiao, he quickly reported the diagnosis to her.

Cheng Qiao nodded and entered the ward. The little boy’s grandmother, seeing Cheng Qiao, immediately recognized her as Li Ming’s mother and got up, ready to scold. Without hesitation, Cheng Qiao slapped her, sending her crashing to the floor.

This act not only shocked the ward’s doctor, but also terrified the crying boy, who shrank and didn’t know where to hide.

“You shameless old woman! Who told you Li Ming doesn’t have a father? He’s a son of a fox! And who told you my Uncle Liang is a shameless scoundrel?”

The boy’s grandmother froze, incredulously glancing at her grandson. These words were just venting her own frustrations; she never expected the child to blurt them out.

“I never said—”

“You didn’t say it? Then why are you telling Li Ming these things?”

Cheng Qiao skillfully avoided the boy’s injuries, grabbed him by the collar, and glared at him as if she could devour him.

The boy wanted to scream, but when Cheng Qiao grabbed his collar, she also held down his throat. He could breathe and speak, but could not shout.

Seeing that the child was frightened, Cheng Qiao smiled—an eerie, sinister smile: “So it turns out you’re the one without a father. Your mother is a fox, and your grandmother is a shameless scoundrel.”

“I… that’s nonsense! I have a father! My dad is a soldier, and my mom is not a fox!”

“Does it hurt your feelings when I insult your parents? Do you want to hit me?”

“Yes, I have a father. I’m not a wild child.”

The little boy was furious, clenching his tiny fists. But he knew he was no match for Cheng Qiao—she had already knocked down even the formidable grandmother with one slap. He was just a small child; what could he do?

“Li Ming has a father. His father is studying at the Workers-Peasants-Soldiers University, so he can’t be here with Li Ming. Do you understand?”

“Really?”

Hearing that Li Ming’s father was a university student, the boy looked a bit embarrassed. His own father was just a common soldier, and his mother hadn’t worked yet—he clearly felt inferior to Li Ming.

“Li Ming was wrong to push you. He must apologize, and I will also pay for your medical expenses. But because you insulted him first—and so viciously—you also must apologize to Li Ming.”

“I… I apologize.”

The boy’s eyes darted around but didn’t see Li Ming. Cheng Qiao snorted coldly: “When Li Ming makes a mistake, he will be confined. So wait until you are discharged before apologizing.”

Liang Qingya also stood before the old woman, squatting to whisper something in her ear. This made her tremble all over, her eyes widening in terror.

Liang Qingya told her that her son was truly illegitimate, and if she dared to cause trouble again, he wouldn’t hesitate to discuss the origin of this ‘wild child’ with her husband.

Cheng Qiao left after paying for the little boy’s medical expenses. Ye Jun left too—after all, it was a minor illness, and if it weren’t for Li Ming, he wouldn’t have come at all.

The group drove back to the courtyard. Little Li Ming was put in the side room to reflect. Being scolded felt unjust, but hitting first was unquestionably wrong.

If the consequences were irreversible, one would have to live with guilt for life.

“Uncle Liang, please take these snacks to the kindergarten to calm the teachers and children. Today they were all frightened.”

“It’s fine. Those kids are all children of soldiers, used to fighting from a young age. Li Ming is happy in this kindergarten, and the teachers like him.”

“I’ll call Li Huan to come by sometime and show himself at school, so no one can take advantage.”

Liang Qingya nodded and left with a large bag of candy and snacks. Ye Jun, however, spoke up. During the past days, observing little Cheng Li and the twins day and night, he realized that these three children all had talent for medicine.

“Girl, I’d like to cultivate these three kids to study medicine. Are you willing?”

“Master, you asked the wrong person. I’m willing to study medicine myself, which is why I became your disciple. As for the three little ones, it’s up to you. By the way, what about Li Ming?”

Ye Jun smiled. “When have you ever seen an impulsive, all-out doctor? Li Ming is better suited to being a soldier.”

Little Cheng Li noticed that Grandpa Ye hadn’t come to pick him up after class and went straight to the hospital daycare. Seeing his younger siblings waiting, he realized Grandpa Ye must be working overtime again.

He led them home and saw their mother chatting with Grandpa Ye, pouting slightly.

“Oh, I forgot my three little treasures.”

Cheng Qiao quickly picked up Little Nuan, who smiled without a care, and then turned her attention to her eldest son, praising him generously: “How can my Cheng Li be so sensible, already taking care of his siblings? Today Li Ming caused trouble, so Mommy and Grandpa didn’t have time to pick you up. Sorry about that.”

“What? My second brother got into trouble again?”

Little Cheng Li’s expression changed. He put down his backpack, ready to find Li Ming, but Cheng Qiao stopped him, explaining that Li Ming hadn’t done anything wrong today, just got a little anxious, so he was punished with two hours of wall time.

Little Cheng Li calmed down, while Ye Jing sneaked toward the side room—he wanted to accompany his second brother and talk to him. Cheng Qiao pretended not to notice.

Cheng Qiao sat down with Little Cheng Li and asked if he wanted to study medicine. Without hesitation, the boy shook his head. He wanted to go into business.

Ye Jun and Cheng Qiao both swallowed hard, staring at Little Cheng Li in disbelief. A six- or seven-year-old seriously declaring that he wanted to go into business—it was almost impossible to believe.