Just a quick calculation, you are a fugitive!

Seeing the bad guy being taken away by the police uncle, Honghong and the others high-fived excitedly.

"yeah!"

He Libin was not so happy, and still lowered his head.

Ashiu stepped forward and said, "He Libin, aren't you happy? They bullied you and got caught. You should be happy."

He Libin opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but quickly pouted: "They will still block me."

Because of his habitual hip dislocation, he walks much slower than the average classmate. It has been several days since school started, and he has been nicknamed "He Wugui".

The classmates didn't mean much harm by calling him this, and he knew it, but he was ostracized because of it, and they didn't take him with them when they played.

It was only when he was alone that he was targeted by these people.

He Libin pursed his lips.

Maybe they were caught this time and in order to take revenge, they might go even further next time.

Maybe it's not as simple as using a knife to force him to pay pocket money, but maybe...

There was a sudden tap on the shoulder.

He Libin raised his head in confusion, and A Peng patted his chest: "Don't worry, we will protect you from now on!"

Ashiu also nodded: "That's right, we're not afraid of him."

"Yes, my father has a talisman." Honghong followed, "If you put the talisman on it, you can be invulnerable!"

He Libin: "..."

He is already seven years old, not a three-year-old who doesn't understand anything!

Because of his health, his family was afraid that he would be bullied by his classmates if he went to school early, so they delayed letting him enter first grade for a year, but he also learned a lot at home.

Invulnerability... This kind of martial arts is only found in the martial arts novels that my uncle read.

symbol?

Those are all feudal fans...

Uh, uncle seems to be some kind of master?

He Libin finally reacted and glanced at Su Chen guiltily.

If Su Hong's father is really a master, is he a liar who specializes in feudal superstition?

Although he just helped himself, but... it is wrong to be a liar!

But...the police uncle has a very good relationship with Su Hong's father...

So is Su Hong’s father a liar?

He Libin's little head was currently at war with heaven and man, wavering between doubt and trust.

"Wait a moment."

Su Chen called out to the excited child.

Before a few heads could turn around, he walked to the roadside stall selling taro pancakes.

"Brother, how to sell it?"

"A dime apiece."

Um? It's actually not expensive.

Such a big taro cake is coated in flour and deep-fried.

Su Chen took out the money quite quickly.

Several children also gathered around.

"One for each person, take it yourself."

"Thank you dad!"

"Thank you, uncle!"

Su Chen turned his head and glanced at He Libin, who swallowed his saliva while looking at the taro cake, and quickly said with a straight face: "Uncle, my mother won't let me eat the food on the roadside, saying it's not nutritious."

"Is it because of your illness? It's okay, just eat it. If something goes wrong, let your parents come to me."

Su Chen took one for him and took one for himself. After getting the thirty cents back, he started to eat them happily.

"Huh? It's quite delicious."

His eyes lit up and he planned to pick up his children from school more often in the future.

Over there, He Libin watched Honghong and the others eating happily. He couldn't help but take a careful bite, and soon his eyes lit up.

"It's delicious, isn't it?" Ashiu asked.

He Libin nodded.

"My uncle bought it, it must be delicious."

Ah Qiu hummed twice: "My uncle is the most amazing!"

The taro cake, which was bigger than a palm, was gone after five or six mouthfuls. Su Chen was still a little unfinished.

As soon as he took out his handkerchief and wiped his fingers, a surprised voice sounded: "Xiao Bin, what are you eating?"

When He Libin heard the sound, he hurriedly hid the taro cake he had only taken a few bites behind his back, his eyes filled with fear.

"Mom, mom~"

A fashionably dressed woman came over and smiled at Su Chen.

"Hello, I am He Libin's mother."

"Hello, I am Honghong Apeng and their father, Aqiu Asiu and their uncle..."

The woman was stunned for a moment: "Ah, are you the one from the town that Teacher Song said?"

Su Chen: "???"

"Yes, Liangshan Town."

The woman glanced at them and said, "I heard from Teacher Song that you thought the education in the town was not very good, so you sent your children to study in the city specially. Mother Meng moved three times, you are very good."

He Libin glanced at his mother silently, and then secretly glanced at Su Chen. Seeing that they were not paying attention to him, he quietly put the taro cake behind his back to his mouth and took a small bite.

"Crack, click, click!"

The woman turned her head to look at him, and He Libin quickly covered her mouth.

"What are you afraid of? It's not like mom won't let you eat. It's okay to eat once or twice occasionally."

The woman rubbed He Libin's head: "Father Honghong, then I will take our little Bin back..."

"Wait a moment."

The woman looked at Su Chen in confusion.

Su Chen put away the handkerchief and pointed at He Libin's hip.

"Children dislocate their hip bones frequently. Why aren't they taken for treatment?"

"...Huh? How did you..."

The woman looked at He Libin, who waved his hands repeatedly: "Mom, I didn't say that. Uncle saw it himself."

He blinked innocently: "Uncle also asked you to take me to him for medical treatment."

The woman was stunned: "Honghong's father..."

"Can Xiaobin really be cured?"

"The problem is not big." Su Chen explained, "Once you start treatment, you may need to take some medicine and pay special attention to rest."

"Really, is it really possible?" The woman was still in disbelief.

In the past few years, the family has gone to many hospitals and many experienced traditional Chinese medicine doctors for the child's health, but the results were not very good.

As a last resort, they could only emphasize to their children over and over again not to jump, not run, or do any strenuous exercise. When registering for school, they also specifically communicated with the class teacher...

They had worked so hard for this child, and now they were almost resigned to their fate.

Unexpectedly, the father of his child’s classmate actually said that there is a cure.

Even if he is a liar, as long as there is a little hope, she will believe him.

Su Chen motioned He Libin to come forward and placed his hand on his hip bone.

A force surged in, quickly repairing the joints between the bones.

He Libin was stunned for a moment and said, "Uncle, your hands are a little warm..."

"It's hot, just wait a moment."

It took two full minutes before Su Chen took his hand back.

Turning around, Honghong took out pen and paper from her schoolbag, wrote a prescription with pencil and exercise book, and handed it to the woman.

"The child is weak and needs to take extra supplements. Boil seven bowls of water into one bowl and drink one cup a day. It is best to go to bed at seven or eight o'clock in the evening. You can get up later in the morning. His bone problem is more serious. It depends on the situation. Treat it seven or eight times.”

The woman nodded repeatedly: "Where can Dad Honghong go for treatment?"

"That's it just now." Anyway, I plan to pick up my children from school often, so there are plenty of opportunities.

Su Chen rubbed He Libin's head: "Just drink the medicine and rest, so that you can recover as soon as possible."

Then he motioned to Honghong and the others: "Let's go and say goodbye to auntie."

Several children shouted in unison.

"Goodbye, auntie, goodbye He Libin!"

The woman subconsciously waved her hand: "Goodbye!"

After Su Chen and the others walked away, he suddenly realized what was going on.

"Hey, no, how about treatment..."

“There’s no charge for this!”

"Xiao Bin, does Hong Hong's father have a bad memory?"

So you forgot to collect the money?

He Libin slowly shook his head: "Mom, my uncle has a very good relationship with the police uncle. They call him master!"

He emphasized: "Master Xiao Su from Chunming Street!"

Then he scratched his head: "Uncle said that all masters are feudal and superstitious and are liars."

"But uncle is not like a liar. He helps me fight bad guys and buys me food!"

The woman suddenly became nervous: "Bad guy?"

"Yeah, they asked me for pocket money, snatched my schoolbag, and threw my books..."