"Is it an internal injury?"
Bai Yifan lifted Leng Yebai's arm and examined it carefully, even extending his finger under Leng Yebai's nose.
To check if he was still breathing.
His breath was strong, he wasn't out.
"What are you doing?"
Leng Yebai opened his eyes slowly, looking at Bai Yifan appraising him up and down, his mouth twitching.
"Brother Leng, are you hurt?" Bai Yifan asked.
"Hm."
Leng Yebai softly replied, lazily pointing to his leg.
Bai Yifan looked down and saw only a scabbed-over blood mark.
This small wound was negligible, the kind you could scratch out by accident yourself.
"Does this need a treat?" Bai Yifan stared, dumbfounded, at the base commander.
"Yes! It must be treated!"
The base commander confidently nodded, acting as if without treat Leng Yebai would be in trouble.
Bai Yifan: ...
Indeed, he might not be the biological child, huh?
Look at their dad, and look at his own dad.
Wretched Bai Yifan ate a big bite of chicken with tears.
