"It hurts! My stomach!"
Yan Chenxi held his stomach with both hands, his small brows tightly knitted.
"Mommy! Xi looks so uncomfortable, what should we do!"
Mo Qingning was also worried and at a loss.
"Wei'er! Hurry over here! See what's wrong with Young Master Xi! Quickly!"
Mr. Mo shouted loudly.
Mrs. Mo looked at Xi with concern, not caring about much else at the moment.
Ye Wei'er immediately hurried over, and Sister Lin swiftly brought the medical kit.
Yan Xinxin was in a panic.
"Xi!"
"Don't worry, our son will be fine!"
Mo Chuxi consoled, while picking up his precious son who was holding his stomach in discomfort, bringing him to the sofa.
Everyone else followed along.
Ye Wei'er knelt in front of the sofa, holding a stethoscope, diagnosing Xi with a serious and focused demeanor.
"Xi, tell Sister, where does your stomach hurt? Here or here?"
She seemed to ask patiently.
"It hurts like last time."
