“Daddy, don’t go looking for that bad woman anymore; just accompany me and mommy from now on!”
The child’s voice was innocuous and his smile was innocent.
A normal person would likely already melt into a puddle of water over his voice and smile.
Ji Ziming, meanwhile, still held a cold expression. His eyes were dark and icy—truly unlike a father looking at his son.
His dark and cold orbs were frigid and interrogative.
Frightened by his gaze, the child’s smile quickly faded.
Opening his arms, he rushed into Qu Jingwan’s embrace.
“Mommy…”
He softly called out. Before he could start acting cutesy, his stony-faced father dragged him out of her embrace.
“Ah!”
He exclaimed in surprise. His body was suddenly in the air as the man lifted him up.
“Mommy, save me!”
His scream for help called the young lady back from her shock from today’s events.
She hurriedly stood up and looked at the man, opening her arms wide and seemingly wanting to receive the child from him.
“Er… Ziming, what are you doing?”
Alas, the man cared not for her thoughts at all and merely swept her with an icy gaze before exiting the ward with the child in his arms.
Along the way, the child made a fuss and threw a fit, but the man completely ignored him.
He brought the child to an office directly.
The words written on the plate on the office door spelled ‘Neurosurgery’.
After bringing the child in, he uncaringly threw him onto the hospital bed.
“Waahh!” With that yelp, the boy hit the bed.
“Sir, this is?”
As the Ji family had shares in this hospital, everyone here knew him.
Hence, when they saw him bringing in this little master, a few doctors felt shocked.
“Perform a thorough checkup of his brain.”
He pointed at the boy and coldly ordered.
Everyone was even more stunned.
“Check his brain… but nothing seems to be wrong with the little master.”
These few doctors knew the boy’s condition and had already performed the necessary examinations; according to their findings, there was truly nothing wrong with the child’s brain!
“Give it another check. Oh, right. Call over some psychologists, too.”
He eyed his son, who was unable to get up after being thrown on the bed, and said that in an icy tone.
“Huh? Does the little master need psychologists for his illness?”
These professionals were totally lost and confused on what he wanted to achieve here.
However, under his icy-cold gaze, they could only gulp and follow his instructions.
“I’m not sick! I don’t wanna see those doctors!”
The unhappy boy heard his father calling more people to give him a detailed checkup in the brain and started making a fuss again.
“That woman isn’t my mother! I’m not sick!”
