Wei Chenchen originally had his eyes drooping weakly, but when he heard Leng Youchen's voice, he opened his eyes, a shadow of gloom clouding them, "Uncle, I'm not uncomfortable."
Leng Youchen's heart ached; just moments ago, he was complaining about discomfort, but now that he was truly in pain, he acted sensibly to not worry the adults. He gently held his hand, "If you feel uncomfortable, tell Uncle, don't hold it in, okay?"
Wei Chenchen blinked and barely managed to pull out a smile, "I'm really fine, just want to sleep. Uncle, can you call Mommy and tell her not to come stay with me tonight? She hasn't rested well for several days."
The little one's sensibility made Leng Youchen even more upset. If he were crying and throwing a tantrum, perhaps his heart would feel a bit better.
He leaned over and touched his head, "Alright, Uncle will stay with you tonight, but later, you'll need to do a few tests. If you feel unwell, just tell Uncle, okay?"
