I listened to my sister's words today.

Jiang Ling slowly came back to her senses from the almost insane state she had just been in, her gaze fixed somewhat blankly on the disheveled bed sheet and the little fellow with tears still on his face.

I walked to the bed involuntarily and slowly squatted down, as if all the strength in my body had been drained away at this moment.

Her crazy and violent behavior just now kept flashing back in her mind. She knew very well that she was not completely unconscious at that time.

But why did she lose control so completely just because the little one called out "Mom"? This question was like a heavy mystery, weighing on her so much that she felt a little breathless.

Just like that, Jiang Ling sat blankly on the cold ground, leaning against the bed. Time passed by minute by minute, and she didn't know how long it had been before she finally stood up with difficulty.

However, his body was still shaking slightly uncontrollably, and even his outstretched hands were trembling like leaves in the wind.

He took a deep breath and used all his strength to lift the sheet covering the little guy.

When the tiny body was exposed in front of him again, Jiang Ling's heart suddenly tightened - he saw that the little guy's body was covered with purple bruises and deep and shallow bite marks, especially the skin that should have been delicate and smooth, which was now even more horrible.

What is most distressing is that the part that has been excessively "massaged" has become swollen beyond recognition, and even the skin has turned an abnormal red.

With trembling hands, he carefully and gently picked up the petite girl.

At this moment, I no longer wanted to think about why I suddenly lost control. The only thought in my mind was to quickly check the little guy's body.

So, he quickly picked up the phone beside him and asked the housekeeper in a hurried tone: "Send the medicine up immediately!"

After giving the instructions, he didn't dare to delay for a moment and hurriedly picked up the little guy and walked into the bathroom.

After entering the bathroom, he freed one hand to slowly turn on the faucet, and warm water poured into the huge bathtub.

Fill the tub to the desired height, sit gently on the edge of the tub, and carefully place your little one in the water.

Then, he began to carefully and attentively examine the little guy's entire body, fearing that he would miss any possible injury.

When my fingers touched the little guy's purple calf, I couldn't help but feel a surge of fear in my heart.

If I had used a little more strength at that time, I'm afraid this small leg bone would at least be cracked or even broken.

As the examination progressed, when his hand touched the little guy's tail, he suddenly felt something tense.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a rubber band tightly wrapped around the tail.

Seeing this scene, I almost broke down emotionally, and kept questioning myself in my heart why I did such a stupid thing at that time!

He suppressed his regret and self-blame, found a pair of scissors, and carefully cut the rubber band.

Just then, there were two gentle knocks on the bedroom door. He looked up at the water level in the bathtub, and after confirming that there was no problem for the time being, he put the little guy in place, stood up, and walked quickly to the bedroom door.

When I opened the door, I saw the butler standing outside with an exquisite medicine box in his hand.

He quickly took the medicine box, turned around and hurried back to the bathroom to continue taking care of the little guy.

He took a deep breath, slowly reached out, and gently pressed the lock on the box.

With a light "click" sound, the lid of the box slowly opened, revealing the neatly arranged items inside.

His eyes quickly locked onto the two packets of medicinal powder that exuded a faint herbal aroma, and he reached out and took them out without hesitation.

He quickly tore open the package and watched the powder dissolve and spread rapidly in the water, feeling anxious.

If the little guy can't be immersed in the medicinal bath as soon as possible, given his fragile tolerance, he might not be able to utter a word tomorrow because of the pain.

He held up the little guy's tail with pity and looked at it carefully.

I saw that the tip of the tail, which was originally furry, had become bald again due to the new hair that had just grown. I couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke the tip of the tail that had lost the protection of hair, and my heart ached.

After carefully putting the little guy's tail back into the bathtub, he stood up, turned around and walked out of the bathroom quickly.

He went to the bedroom and changed all the sheets on the bed with quick movements.

He threw the stained old sheets aside without mercy, then picked up the air conditioner remote control from the table and raised the indoor temperature a few degrees.

Once you're done, return to the bathroom.

At this point, the water temperature in the bathtub has gradually risen to a suitable level.

He took out another packet of powder and poured it carefully into the bathtub. Then, he stood quietly by, his eyes fixed on the thermometer next to him.

Time passed minute by minute, and about half an hour later, he hurried forward, carefully picked up the little girl from the water, and gently wiped her body with the soft dry towel that had been prepared long ago.

After soaking in the potion for a long time, the little guy's skin has turned slightly red.

He quickly wrapped the little one tightly in a towel, then carried her back to the bedroom steadily.

I gently pushed open the bathroom door, stepping softly for fear of waking the little one.

After entering the room, she walked carefully to the bed, bent down, slowly picked up the little guy with extremely gentle movements, and then slowly placed him on the bed.

Then, he turned around and walked quickly to the cabinet where the medicine box was placed, quickly opened the cabinet door, took out the medicine box, and placed it steadily on the table beside the bed.

Then, he reached out and gently turned the switch of the desk lamp, slightly increasing the brightness to make the whole room brighter.

He opened the medicine box and took out several bottles of ointments with different effects.

First, unscrew one of the bottles, squeeze out some light yellow ointment into the palm of your hand, and then gently apply it on the little one's arm.

Every bruise was meticulously rubbed to ensure the ointment was evenly covered and penetrated.

In a short while, the medicine was applied to the little guy's upper body.

Then, he gently lifted a corner of the quilt and continued to carefully apply the ointment to the legs, feet and other parts of the body.

These ointments are absorbed quickly as soon as they come into contact with the skin.

Seeing the little guy lying quietly on the bed, with all the wounds on his body treated, he felt relieved and covered the little guy with the quilt again.

Then pick up the remote control next to you and adjust the indoor temperature to a suitable degree to prevent the little one from catching a cold or overheating.

At the same time, I adjusted the brightness of the desk lamp again. After doing all this, I sat quietly by the bed, staring at the little guy's peaceful sleeping face. My heart was full of self-blame, and I began to slowly recall the moment when I lost control.

(Thank you all for your gifts and support. The previous chapter was probably difficult to pass the review, so I will post one more chapter to avoid affecting my full attendance...)