Chapter 1375: Side Story: Qi Xiuyuan (7)
The three-year-old Qi Haoran knew that only by taking medicine could one recover from illness, such as Fan Zijin.
Every once in a while, Fan Zijin would have to take medicine. If he did not take medicine, he would lie weakly on the bed and could not go out to play. He could not even eat his favorite food. It was very pitiful.
Qi Haoran overheard the servant girls’ discussions in private. If he didn’t take the medicine obediently, Fan Zijin would die and he wouldn’t be able to grow up. Would his big brother be like this too?
In that kind of living environment, Qi Haoran already understood what "death" meant. For example, sleeping in the grave like his mother and never seeing her again meant death.
At the thought that his brother would die, Qi Haoran immediately shivered and reached out to pinch his chin. He often fought with Fan Zixiao for food like this and knew that this would open his mouth.
Hence, Uncle Zhu saw the Fourth Young Master pry open the Eldest Young Master’s mouth with a fierce expression. Fan Zijin and Qi Haoran had always had great chemistry. The moment Qi Xiuyuan’s mouth was pried open a little, Fan Zijin immediately turned around, jumped onto the stool, snatched the medicine from Uncle Zhu’s hand, crawled to the bed, and poured it into his mouth.
With the clear division of labor, the two friends cooperated seamlessly. They successfully poured all the medicine into Qi Xiuyuan’s mouth, but he quickly choked and spat out most of the medicine, dirtying the blanket and clothes.
Even so, Uncle Zhu and the others still heaved a sigh of relief. After all, half of it had entered Eldest Young Master’s stomach, right?
However, they soon realized that something was wrong. Because the three-year-old Qi Haoran had no control of his strength, he left a mark on Qi Xiuyuan’s face and even accidentally broke his chin, causing it to bleed.
The servants looked at the two young masters silently.
Little Qi Haoran immediately put his hands behind his back and gazed back at them with his round eyes. Uncle Zhu and the rest’s hearts softened, and they could only let it go.
But he couldn’t possibly force open his mouth every time he fed him medicine, right?