"Tongtong, be a good girl. Only by getting stitches can the wound heal!"
The teacher was patiently coaxing her. Earlier, when calling Jing Tong's parents, no one answered at all.
Suddenly, he thought of a method, squatted in front of her, and gently said, "How about I let you bite my hand, so it won't hurt as much!"
Perhaps because she was used to playing with him, Jing Tong really stopped crying, her eyes red as she stared at him, "Really?"
"Yes, yes..." Jingxi nodded, stood up, and extended his left hand to her mouth, "If you can't bear it, bite harder, I don't fear the pain!"
The little girl didn't hold back; upon hearing his words, she opened her mouth and bit down.
Jingxi simply furrowed his brows and endured it without making a sound.
The doctor had already prepared the tools, cut some of her hair at the back of her head, cleaned the wound with alcohol, and was ready to sew the stitches.
