Ji Xingzhi lightly tapped his foot as he got out of the car, the sound of his leather shoes crisp, clearly feeling the lightness in his step. Bo Yuxu couldn't read him, his pitch-black pupils fixed on the man's vitality. Logically, he should be happy that Ji Xingzhi was recovering from the injury he had caused. But the feeling in his heart didn't lie. Ever since his mother came out of Ji Xingzhi's hospital room, Ji Xingzhi had been exuding an aura that made him very uncomfortable. Ji Xingzhi walked past him to Bo Xin's side and whispered a few words. Bo Xin nodded and took something out of her bag—on closer inspection, a key. He gripped it, sliding his middle finger through the keyring, then held it out, dangling from his palm. He detached a pair of keys and handed them to He Yewan with a light laugh. Bo Yuxu: "..." He didn't know why, but he felt even more annoyed. Ji Yanyi didn't pay close attention to what the adults were saying. He was focused on eating the ice cream in his hand. Everyone on the bus—which looked like a school bus—had gotten one. Most of the kids had never tried such a treat before, and one who finished his and still wanted more was generously given a second by Ji Yanyi. After getting off the bus, he received a second ice cream as a 'reward.' Ji Yanyi was tall for his age, and his action of poking his head out from behind Bo Yuxu was hard to ignore. "What are you looking at?" Bo Yuxu found it hard to describe what he was feeling inside, and he didn't want to talk about it, so he just shook his head. "Nothing." Ji Yanyi's eyes sparkled. He didn't dwell on the question. Remembering something, he finished his last bite, tossed the wrapper into the trash, and pulled Bo Yuxu forward. Bo Yuxu was confused. "What are you doing?" Ji Yanyi remembered that Bo Yuxu said he didn't believe him, so he wanted to prove it to him. Today was Sunday, and the martial arts class was open. When they got there, Yuxu wouldn't be able to deny it. Ji Yanyi was excited, but he didn't forget to inform his mother. The dojo was open on weekends. Ji Yanyi had tried many teachers and learned a mix, but the one he settled on and liked best was probably Sanda. Ji Yanyi was taller than other kids his age, giving him a big advantage in his grade. The kids in his grade were all scared of him, so he usually just practiced with a punching bag. The weight of the bag was a bit much for a kid his age, but he wasn't afraid at all. He threw a punch, and the bag swung far. He put his hands on his hips and said triumphantly, "How about that? I told you there's a good chance I'll be a police officer, right?" Bo Yuxu's eyes followed the swinging bag, then lit up as if an idea struck him. "Teach me." Ji Yanyi hesitated with a 'huh?' Yuxu was changing the subject? But when that relative came and he and Dad stepped up, Yuxu was frozen in fear. Looking at it that way, Yuxu really did need training! Ji Yanyi threw off his gloves. "Sure, I'll go get my teacher." Bo Yuxu pointed at Ji Yanyi, then at himself. "You teach me." He remembered he had learned piano well. "And I'll teach you piano." That was fair, right? Ji Yanyi widened his eyes. "Why?" They could learn together. Bo Yuxu crossed his arms and explained, "Don't you think that person is arrogant because he's rich? Are you really willing to let him be so smug at home?" That person? Did he mean Dad? Ji Yanyi scratched his head. "I'm okay with it." Dad had been like this at home for years; he was used to it. Bo Yuxu felt a stifled anger, coughed a couple of times, and finally compromised to take it step by step. "...Never mind that first. You teach me." They would go back a bit later. They called Bo Xin to let her know, and she agreed of course. Children are like that—one moment they want one thing, the next another. For instance, the kid in front of her had initially wanted to start treatment as soon as they arrived, but now he wanted to postpone it. Wen Jinyi sat on the edge of the bed, his movements hesitant. His injured leg instinctively pulled back, and when he realized what he was doing, he wanted to move it forward but couldn't, leaving it frozen in midair. He hung his head in distress. "I heard from Mom that you've been contacting the hospital and making plans the whole way here. Isn't that too tiring?" Bo Xin looked at the sharp scalpel. The pointed tip would frighten not just a child but even an adult. That was normal. "If you're worried that my condition might affect the surgery, then it can indeed be postponed." Wen Jinyi didn't mean that. He realized his words could be misunderstood, but explaining now seemed unconvincing. Bo Xin had once presided over six surgeries in a single day and spent days traveling by car nonstop. She didn't think she was incapable. But since the child was worried, maybe she should postpone it? Bo Xin studied his expression, then finally patted his back. "Are you scared because you're in a new environment?" Wen Jinyi's back was stiff; no matter how she rubbed, it wouldn't soften. Finally, he muttered, "That's normal, isn't it? It would be weird not to be scared." He could still banter—his condition seemed better than Bo Xin had expected. Bo Xin persuaded him from a medical perspective. "The longer you delay, the lower the chance of a full recovery." Wen Jinyi understood. The wound had been there for two months. During this growth phase, the wound was throbbing faintly—sometimes like it was healing, sometimes like it was tearing. He had grown two centimeters in that time. The longer he waited, the greater the chance that even after treatment, he'd still be lame. But still, Wen Jinyi was a little emotional. "Normally, shouldn't you say things like 'Trust that I can cure you' or 'Just rest assured, everything will be fine' to persuade me?" Bo Xin clenched her molars, feeling a slight ache. Those occasions were different from medical treatment. She couldn't be gentle during surgery. In her experience, patients become especially timid when facing treatment. A gentle attitude would make them more demanding, and the chance of them refusing out of fear would skyrocket. Sometimes you have to force them—case in point, Ji Xingzhi. Because this was a child, she had a bit more patience. If it were Ji Xingzhi, she would have already said, 'I hate patients who dawdle.' Bo Xin stopped what she was doing, propped her hands on the table, and chose to entice him instead. "Don't you want to go to school with your younger brothers?" Wen Jinyi was taken aback. He remembered, "Didn't you say earlier that I could be in the same class as them and play together?" Bo Xin gave a brief smile, then immediately withdrew it. "How could that be? At least until you've fully recovered." That was Wen Jinyi's own imagination, right? She and Madam Ming Ruyu had never made any such promise. The more Bo Xin thought about it, the more likely it seemed. "So, if you're lucky, you might still make it to the end-of-term exams this semester." Wen Jinyi: "..." Was it going to take that long? And final exams? Even if he hadn't been to school for many years, he didn't think any student would be looking forward to that. He hugged his injured leg and stubbornly retorted. Bo Xin remembered that Wen Jinyi used to be top of his grade. Because he valued the opportunity to study, he kept his first-place certificates for a long time. They were well-preserved, standing out vividly red against his worn, gray clothes. So if he said he didn't care, Bo Xin wouldn't believe it. "You definitely do." Wen Jinyi bit his lip, a little frustrated. How could she be so direct? He missed the gentle, all-knowing elder who had just taken him in—the one who saw through everything but said nothing. Feeling that she had said enough, Bo Xin gestured with the anesthetic syringe. "Lie down." As she inserted the needle, she debated whether to warn him about the awkwardness after waking from anesthesia. But in the end, she decided against it. Bo Xin chuckled softly. — The commotion died down. Ji Xingzhi spun the keys in his hand. After giving the keys to He Yewan, he still had the ones he hadn't returned. Ever since the car accident, when the vehicle exploded violently after he was rescued, he had hated open flames and the sound of metal clashing. He had almost never cooked, and even less so after that incident. But today, with Wen Jinyi brought home, he wanted to make up for his past mistakes, treating it like the day he had brought Yuxu home. But no one was there. When the time for Bo Xin to give him acupuncture came, not a single person had returned. It was too strange. This kind of treatment should be a course, right? It couldn't be finished in one day. His cooking skills were mediocre; the dishes he could make were limited. Four dishes and a soup were the best he could manage. Scrambled eggs with chili was probably his signature dish. He took a bite of the eggs and thought, indeed. Ji Xingzhi checked the time. None of the three had returned. Did being healthy make him so unwanted? Ji Xingzhi: "..." How was he supposed to finish all this food? In silence, he didn't eat rice or bread, but quietly, he actually managed to eat more than half. Just as He Mingqiao had said, when had his appetite become so good? Ji Xingzhi put down his chopsticks just as he heard the door open. Bo Xin came back with the children. Ji Xingzhi was puzzled. "Where did you go with the kids?" Bo Xin pointed at the children. "They went to class." Then she pointed at herself. "I went to treat Wen Jinyi's foot." Had she not told him? It seemed she really hadn't. But Bo Xin had already remedied the mistake. "I worked hard to finish the surgery and also picked up the children on the way back." Ji Xingzhi: "..." She explained so clearly and had already made amends. If he said anything more, it would feel strange. He pursed his lips and awkwardly changed the subject. "How did Jinyi's surgery go?" Bo Xin shrugged, mimicking him. "Of course, it was a success, but there was a little hiccup at the end." The hiccup was that she waited patiently for Wen Jinyi to wake up, and the anesthesia made him forget the pain of the severed tendon reconnecting. But the kid was still crying. In the end, Bo Xin chose to pat his head to soothe him. His hair was damp, and Bo Xin could clearly see his reddened eyes. She was really confused, until she asked and found out he was upset because 'she lied to him, saying he could be in the same class as his brothers when he got back.' Bo Xin had never said that. How strange. When she got back, she met Ji Xingzhi's gaze, and his eyes also looked a bit odd. Bo Xin tilted her head slightly in confusion. After a long silence, Ji Xingzhi said, "I thought you were going to give me acupuncture today too." Bo Xin remembered she hadn't said that either. She found it amusing. "All my patients seem to have delusions."