Chapter 85 2/2

“To the kindergarten, ‘Jiang Li, where is he?’

The principal, aware of Cen Lang’s identity, respectfully said, ‘The kids are all taking a nap.’

Cen Lang: ‘I’ll go take a look.’

Quietly, Cen Lang moved through the small beds and reached Jiang Li. At a glance, he knew he was pretending to be asleep.

As Cen Lang approached, Jiang Li opened his eyes and quickly sat up, his eyes shining. ‘Brother! ‘

Cen Lang: ‘Did you call me? ‘

Jiang Li got off the bed, grabbed Cen Lang’s pants, and complained to the principal who stood at the door, ‘Teacher Yu is a bad person! ‘

‘He pricked the kids with needles! ‘

Teacher Yu’s face turned pale, staring at the child who was falsely accusing him, ‘I didn’t.’

Cen Lang’s expression changed suddenly. ‘He pricked you.’

‘Not me, other kids.’

Jiang Li went to another bed, woke up a child sleeping under the blanket, and said, ‘Look at his fingers.’

Cen Lang squinted,

If Jiang Li hadn’t exposed it in time, it would have been much worse.

Teacher Yu: ‘Did I prick you, Xiao Yangyang? ‘

Xiao Yangyang looked at the teacher, then at Jiang Li, who hesitated.

Jiang Li patted his blanket and said, ‘My brother is here.’

After a brief pause, Xiao Yangyang said, ‘Fingers were pricked; it hurts.’

Cen Lang’s bodyguards surrounded Teacher Yu, restricting his movements.

Cen Lang asked, ‘Did you prick anyone else? ‘

‘Don’t know.’ Xiao Yangyang shook his head. ‘Teacher said if I cried, he wouldn’t like me anymore, and other teachers wouldn’t like me either.’

Jiang Li, pointing at the child next to him, said, ‘Look at his fingers.’

Cen Lang narrowed his eyes.

The enquiry revealed that if Jiang Li hadn’t exposed it, it would have been worse.

Cen Lang called his grandfather and asked how to handle it. He believed throwing Jiang Li into a deserted star to fend for himself was best.

Cen Wei: ‘Grandpa will take care of it. Comfort your little brother, then go back to class. If Jiang Li doesn’t want to go to class, bring him home.’

Cen Wei reported the incident to the military. The security department was furious; having military children bullied at the military kindergarten was a slap in the face. They immediately arrested Teacher Yu.

Delivered by the Cen family, Teacher Yu underwent needle torture, reciprocating what he did to the children.

Cen Lang asked Jiang Li if he wanted to go home and rest.

Jiang Li shook his head and climbed onto his nap bed. ‘No need; I’ll sleep here.’

Cen Lang wished he could stay with him; his face was unsightly.

The principal cautiously said, ‘I’ll personally take Xiao Yangyang to the hospital for a checkup and arrange a psychologist.’

Hearing ‘hospital,’ Jiang Li quickly got up and said, ‘I want to go too.’

He held Xiao Yangyang’s hand and said, ‘Can I accompany you? ‘

Xiao Yangyang nodded vigorously, trusting him.

Cen Lang, with a dark expression, wondered why a child would be eager to go to the hospital.

Jiang Li consulted, ‘Brother, can I go? I want to work in a hospital in the future.’

Cen Lang: ‘You can.’

The Cen family always had family doctors; neither Cen Lang nor Jiang Li had been seriously ill. Jiang Li had few impressions of hospitals.

Jiang Li solemnly told Xiao Yangyang, ‘I want to be a doctor in the future; I will protect many people.’

Xiao Yangyang, as if he didn’t need a psychologist anymore, said, ‘I believe you.’

Cen Lang thought that his brother had never said he would protect him. It’s okay; he just needed to protect his brother.

With a volunteer guide, the hospital didn’t seem so scary.

After this incident, Jiang Li gained many little followers at the kindergarten, like the ducklings at the farm stay, fluffy babies pairing up with him.

This time, without Cen Lang secretly placing oats, Little Jiang Li relied solely on his own abilities—he rescued the child pricked with needles, which was quite impressive.

For the kids, being pricked with needles was a terrifying thing.

Jiang Li received ten praises from the doctors and uncles and aunts: ‘Baby, you’re very suitable to be a doctor,’ making him swell with pride.

Although Jiang Li’s strength was not as great as Cen Lang’s, his fingers were highly dexterous.Knowing he wanted to study medicine, Jiang Wanlan arranged a private tutor for him.

That night, when Jiang Li returned home, he asked the medical tutor if he could learn to administer IVs like the hospital nurses: ‘Uncle, can I learn to administer IVs? ‘

The medical tutor, looking at his tender hands, truthfully replied, ‘Because we don’t have volunteers offering their arms.’

Jiang Li was puzzled: ‘Volunteers? ‘

The medical tutor explained, ‘Yes, the pay is good, but… Who dares to let a less-than-three-year-old try? ‘

Jiang Li: ‘I’ll go ask my brother.’

Seven-and-a-half-year-old Cen Lang’s pupils dilated. ‘Fine, fine! ‘