So the four had no choice but to endure until the evening self-study; they didn't even have time for dinner and hurried over.
"Dad, Jiaojiao." Ruan Jie called out as soon as he entered, quickly walking over to Ruan Jiaojiao's side, bowing his head and not daring to touch her hand, just watching her with concern over and over again, only then lifting his head to ask Ruan Jianguo: "Dad, what did the doctor say about Jiaojiao's hand, is it serious?"
"It's not serious. Nothing to worry about, just needs good care for a while to heal," Ruan Jianguo said, reluctantly putting down the storybook, not daring to tell the truth in front of Ruan Jiaojiao, trying to downplay the severity.
Ruan Jie nodded and patted Ruan Jiaojiao's little head: "Let those boys in your class do such heavy labor in the future, don't do it yourself."
