Chapter 11: This Little Injury Is Worth It

When they got home, Yang Qingyan told Mu Nanhe to stay put while she prepared breakfast. Although Mu Nanhe considered his injury insignificant, he didn’t mind letting Yang Qingyan fuss over him. He nodded in agreement.

Yang Qingyan stepped into the kitchen and quickly made some porridge, heated a few steamed buns, and even specially fried an egg. Before long, the aroma of the food filled the air. She brought breakfast to the table and softly said, “Come, have something to eat.”

Mu Nanhe watched her busy figure, a warm feeling spreading in his chest. He thought to himself—this little injury was definitely worth it. He obediently sat down and started eating.

After breakfast, Yang Qingyan checked Mu Nanhe’s wound again and decided to find Liang Huantao to ask about the child who had caused it. She wanted him to apologize.

Hearing Yang Qingyan’s description, Liang Huantao said that the child was probably from Company Commander Wang’s family. However, she warned that Wang’s son was a troublemaker in the family quarters, frequently bullying others. His mother was also unreasonable and likely wouldn’t make him apologize.

Yang Qingyan insisted that when someone did something wrong, they should apologize. So, Liang Huantao accompanied her to Company Commander Wang’s home, where they knocked on the door.

Knock, knock, knock. The knocking echoed through the hallway. After a long moment, the door finally opened. A middle-aged woman wearing a floral blouse poked her head out, her expression impatient. “Who are you looking for?”

Yang Qingyan remained polite but firm. “Hello, is this Company Commander Wang’s home? We need to talk to your child.”

The woman’s brows furrowed at once, and she asked sharply, “What did my kid do? Who are you people?”

Liang Huantao quickly explained, “Sister-in-law, this morning, your child accidentally ran into someone while running and injured Captain Mu. We’re here to ask him to apologize.”

Upon hearing this, the woman’s face flickered with a trace of panic, but she quickly recovered her domineering stance. “What? My kid is so young—he doesn’t even know anything! Besides, what’s the big deal if he accidentally bumped into someone while running? Is that serious enough for you to come knocking on my door?”

Seeing how unreasonable she was, Yang Qingyan felt her temper flare, but she held it in and spoke as calmly as possible. “Sister-in-law, your child was the one who ran into someone. My husband’s back was scraped by a stone and bled. He’s still injured. This is not a trivial matter. When you make a mistake, you should apologize.”

The woman curled her lips and crossed her arms. “I don’t care. My kid did nothing wrong. If anything, blame yourselves for not being careful. Don’t come looking for trouble with us.” With that, she moved to shut the door.

Yang Qingyan reacted quickly, pressing her hand against the door. Her gaze turned cold. “If you don’t make your child apologize today, this won’t be over. We will report this to the military leadership.”

Hearing this, the woman’s face instantly turned pale. She knew that if this reached the military leadership, her son would be in serious trouble.

Moreover, the other party was a captain, a higher rank than her husband. Still, she was unwilling to give in and muttered under her breath, “Hmph, you people make such a fuss over nothing. My Xiaobao is just a bit mischievous—what’s the big deal? Every kid is naughty. Do you really have to be so petty? Besides, no one in this family quarters dares to talk to me like this.”

She deliberately raised her voice, as if hoping the surrounding neighbors would hear and support her.

Sure enough, her shouting attracted a crowd of onlookers. People whispered among themselves in the hallway. Some said, “That Wang family’s wife has always been arrogant. Let’s see how she handles this now.” Others sighed, “A child made a mistake. What’s wrong with apologizing?”

Seeing more and more people gathering, Wang’s wife, Li Zhaodi, grew even more embarrassed. But she still didn’t want to back down. She turned and shouted into the house, “Xiaobao! Get out here!” Her voice carried a hint of frustration.

A moment later, a little boy timidly shuffled out. He kept his head down, unwilling to meet Yang Qingyan’s gaze. His small hands nervously twisted the hem of his shirt, clearly reluctant.

Goudan stole a glance at his mother and saw her glaring at him fiercely. Trembling slightly, he finally mumbled, “S-sorry…” His voice was so faint it was almost like a mosquito’s hum—if everyone hadn’t been holding their breath to listen, they might not have even heard it.

Yang Qingyan stood up and said to Li Zhaodi, “I hope you’ll keep an eye on your child in the future and stop him from running around causing trouble.” With that, she turned and left with Liang Huantao.

On the way home, Liang Huantao expressed her concern, “Sister, you were really tough today. I just worry that the Wang family might try to make things difficult for you in the future.”

Yang Qingyan’s lips curved into a faint smile. “If trouble comes, I’ll deal with it. I’m not afraid. If someone does something wrong, they should take responsibility. I can’t just let Mu Nanhe get hurt for nothing.”

When Yang Qingyan returned home, Mu Nanhe asked, “Where did you go?” Not wanting to mention she had confronted the child, she simply replied, “Just went for a walk.” Seeing that, Mu Nanhe didn’t press further.

Still thinking about Xiaohu’s illness, Yang Qingyan grabbed her silver needles and told Mu Nanhe, “I’m going to give Xiaohu an acupuncture treatment.”

Mu Nanhe, knowing her skills well, said, “I’ll go with you.”

She didn’t refuse, and the two of them headed to Liang Huantao’s house together.

When they arrived, Yang Qingyan knocked gently. As the door opened, she smiled at Liang Huantao. “Sister-in-law, I’m here to give Xiaohu his acupuncture treatment.”

Liang Huantao quickly welcomed them inside and called out, “Xiaohu, come out! Auntie is here to give you acupuncture.”

Xiaohu obediently ran out from the inner room, tilting his little face up at Yang Qingyan. “Thank you, Auntie. I’m not afraid. You can do it.” His mother had already explained to him earlier what was going to happen.

Seeing how well-behaved Xiaohu was, Yang Qingyan felt warmth in her heart and praised him softly, “Xiaohu is such a brave boy.” In the post-apocalyptic world, she had always been alone, and children were rare in that kind of environment. Deep down, she actually liked children—except for the troublemakers.

She had Xiaohu lie down on the sofa, then carefully took out her silver needles. After skillfully disinfecting them, she began the acupuncture treatment with complete focus. As she worked, she subtly activated the special energy within her body, sending a faint, warm current through the silver needles and into Xiaohu.

This energy not only nurtured the body but also helped clear his meridians, which would greatly benefit his condition.

Mu Nanhe stood quietly to the side, watching with complete trust in his eyes. Liang Huantao, however, was nervous, clutching her hands together anxiously as she kept glancing at Xiaohu, her eyes filled with worry.

One by one, the silver needles were precisely inserted into acupuncture points. Xiaohu furrowed his brows slightly but bravely endured without making a sound. However, this time was different from before—he could distinctly feel a gentle warmth flowing through his body, and his limbs, which were usually sore and stiff, seemed to relax. This strange yet comforting sensation brought a hint of surprise to his eyes.

Yang Qingyan reassured him in a soft voice, “Xiaohu, be good. It might sting a little, but it’ll be over soon.”

Xiaohu nodded understandingly.

The acupuncture session lasted for a while. When it was over, Yang Qingyan carefully removed the needles and observed Xiaohu’s complexion. She noticed that his pallor had improved slightly, and his cheeks now had a faint flush of color.

Satisfied, she nodded and told Liang Huantao, “Sister-in-law, Xiaohu still needs to recuperate gradually. Keep giving him the prescribed medicine as before. In two weeks, I’ll check again to see if we need to adjust anything. Also, from now on, acupuncture should be done once every ten days.”

Liang Huantao’s eyes turned red with gratitude. “Sister, thank you so much! Your skills are truly incredible. With you taking care of Xiaohu, I finally feel at ease.”

Mu Nanhe also stepped forward, patting Xiaohu on the shoulder and encouraging him, “Xiaohu, get better soon. When you grow up, you can join the army with me.”

Xiaohu’s eyes lit up, and he nodded eagerly.