The Talented Doctor

Yun Shaojun was stunned for a long time before turning his gaze to the surroundings. When he saw An Lingyan, his dearest aunt before, An Lingyao, who likes to play with him, and An Lingyao, whose hair was more than half whiter than before. Lingyang, his sanity finally slowly awoke.

"Grandpa..." a crying voice overflowed from Yun Shaojun's mouth, "Grandpa, where's my parents? They...are they dead?"

An Lingyang sat on the edge of the bed, holding him in his arms, and choked with sobs: "Junjun, it's useless for grandpa. It's useless to save your father and your mother. It's useless for grandpa!"

"Father! Mother! Ooooo——!!!"

After all, Yun Shaojun is only an eight-year-old child. At this time, he confirmed the death of his parents and couldn't help crying again.

An Lingyuan’s wife has always liked these two children the most. At this time, her eyes were red. “As long as you and An An live, it’s good to live! From now on, Junjun and An An will follow us, and we will treat you as our own. Is it good to take care of the children?"

Yun Shaojun cried for a long time before wiping away the tears, his eyes were full of hatred, "Grandpa, from the Golden Crow tribe, it is the brute of Wuda who killed his father and mother! I must avenge my father and mother. !"

"Your father and mother's hatred has been reported." An Lingyao quickly said, "Junjun, you are most grateful to Xi Yue. He saved you, and he and Young Master Xi killed the Jinwu tribe. Even Uda died in their hands."

Yun Shaojun was stunned for a long time before sitting up on the bed and kowtow solemnly towards Xi Yue.

Xi Yue patted Yun Shaojun's shoulder gently, indicating that he did not need to make these pompous gifts, but his eyes fell on the little girl Yun Anxin.

I saw that so many things had just happened, the little girl kept her head down, her face pale, her body shivering, as if she was immersed in her own world and couldn't pull it out at all.

Xi Yue's warm hand lightly touched the little girl's forehead, and Yun Anxin immediately trembled violently, as if she wanted to avoid it in horror.

But, suddenly, she seemed to feel something, raising her head timidly, her eyes falling on Xi Yue.

"An An, are you okay?" An Lingyao said nervously, "Is there any other pain? Let the uncle have a look!"

However, when An Lingyao spoke, Yun Anxin immediately grabbed Xi Yue's hand in horror, hiding behind Xi Yue like a frightened little rabbit, trembling with her body.

No matter who it is, except for Xi Yue and Yun Shaojun, as long as everyone else talks, as soon as they approach the girl, she will look terrified, pale and scary, and even An Lingyao wants to force her to treat her, and her face becomes pale with fright. The ground fell into a coma.

"An'an, An'an——!" Yun Shaojun's expression changed in fright, holding his unconscious sister and not letting go.

"PTSD (post-traumatic sequelae)." Xi Yue shook her head, and looked at the little girl's pale smiling face with pity in her voice.

"Master Xi, what are you talking about?"

Xi Yue sighed and said: "An An was hit and frightened so much that it closed her heart. This has nothing to do with physical illness. It is a psychological obstacle. Even I can't do anything about it."

"Then... what should I do?"

Xi Yue stretched out his hand and gently stroked the girl's forehead, before saying for a while: "As long as you take good care of her, let her forget the pain and feel happiness, she will definitely get better."

Yun Shaojun's eyes were red, and he clenched his fists and said, "I will definitely take good care of my sister."