6 or 9?

When Su Ziyang returned home, Fairy Li was dozing on the sofa.

Upon hearing Su Ziyang enter the room, Fairy Li opened her tired eyes.

"Susu, you're back!"

"Are you sleepy, Zijun? If you're sleepy, just go to sleep. I'll be back as soon as I'm done here."

Su Ziyang felt very sorry for Fairy Li when he saw how tired she looked.

"Sigh, lately, I've been so busy. I'm completely overwhelmed. This afternoon, I spent the whole afternoon walking around with my baby, Yaya and I. Being a soldier really changes things; her stamina is amazing. I couldn't even keep up with her while she was carrying the baby..."

When Fairy Li saw Su Ziyang return, her spirits immediately lifted, and she chuckled as she spoke to Su Ziyang.

"Go take a shower, and try on the clothes I bought for you later."

Just as Su Ziyang finished preparing the eye drops, Fairy Li Xianzi urged Su Ziyang to take a shower and then try on his clothes.

Based on Su Ziyang's usual demeanor, he would typically be completely dark-skinned.

Black clothes, black pants, black shoes.

Fairy Li often called Su Ziyang a "black chimney."

After taking a shower, Su Ziyang tried on the clothes that Fairy Li had bought for him.

It must be said that Fairy Li has absolutely first-rate taste.

After putting on his new clothes, Su Ziyang looked much more energetic, making the already handsome young man even more dazzling.

Fairy Li stared at Su Ziyang for a while, and then blushed.

"Zijun, are you hot? Why is your face red?"

Su Ziyang was looking in the mirror when he turned around and saw Fairy Li Fairy Li blushing.

"Ah! A little bit. You know, there's some truth to the saying 'clothes make the man.' Okay, take it off. I'll wash it for you, and you can wear it again when it's dry!"

Fairy Li told Su Ziyang to change his clothes and then went back to her room to sleep.

Su Ziyang, as usual, practiced his exercises and meditated...

The next morning, Su Ziyang called Liu Xiaozhe to come and pick up the prepared eye drops.

Liu Xiaozhe handed Su Ziyang a large pile of things. "Brother, making this medicine must have been tough. I won't give you any money, just take this, some food and drinks. If you don't take it, your wife will! Don't try to refuse me, I have things to do at the company! I'm leaving!"

Northeast China men are just that straightforward. Su Ziyang knew that if Liu Xiaozhe brought it, it meant he genuinely wanted it, so he didn't refuse and accepted it, then let Liu Xiaozhe take the medicine and leave.

After a while, a woman carrying a child walked in.

The word "lift" is used because it's truly necessary.

She brought the child in.

A little boy, very thin and not very tall.

The little boy was being held by the collar by his mother, but he neither cried nor made a fuss.

After entering, the woman seemed to still be somewhat angry.

"Come here, you little brat. Don't move! Let me tell you, the doctors here are all Daoist priests. They can cure illnesses and exorcise ghosts. Let me see what evil spirit has possessed you!"

"Hey, hello. Don't hit the child, don't yell. Can't we talk this out?"

Su Ziyang saw the woman raise her hand to hit him again, so he immediately stopped and stood up to stop her.

"That little brat is driving me crazy, doctor! Please take a look at him. If he's not sick today, I'm not his mother if I don't give him a good spanking!!! I'm so angry!"

The woman pushed the child, and the child leaned against the massage bed.

"Hey, stop! Don't get angry, don't hit the child!"

Su Ziyang pulled the child into his arms.

"What's wrong, Xiaobao?"

Although Su Ziyang's attitude was very gentle, the little boy just lowered his head and didn't say anything.

"You fucking bastard, go tell the doctor! Come on! Talk to the doctor!"

When the woman saw that her son was not speaking, she immediately reached out and poked the little boy's head.

"Tsk! Sister, why did you hit him? Will hitting him solve anything? Calm down and talk to me calmly. Since the child is too embarrassed to speak up, as a parent, you should speak up for your child!"

From the moment Su Ziyang held the little boy in his arms, he began using the four diagnostic methods of observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation to diagnose the illness.

However, after a preliminary examination, Su Ziyang found that the child, apart from being excessively thin, had no other problems.

At least at this rough glance, there doesn't seem to be any illness.

"Doctor, I'm so angry! You have no idea... Holy crap!"

The woman didn't care about her image at all and immediately started swearing, which shows she didn't know what "outrageous" thing the little guy had done to make his mother so angry.

"I... well, I can't say, doctor, do you have any tissues? I need to use them!"

Su Ziyang assumed the woman was angry and needed to use the restroom, so he handed her the tissues on the table.

The woman was amused by Su Ziyang's action. "Haha, doctor. It's not this paper, it's writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, paper for writing."

"Oh, yes! There's some A4 paper on the table. You can use it!"

Su Ziyang handed the woman an A4 sheet of paper and a ballpoint pen.

The woman took the pen and paper, took a deep breath, and said, "Doctor, please let him go! Look at this, he's infuriating me!"

Seeing that the woman's breathing had stabilized considerably, Su Ziyang released the little boy.

Then Su Ziyang saw the woman write a 6 on the paper with a pen.

"Son, what number is this?!"

The woman pointed to the numbers on the paper, and the little boy, startled by his mother's shout, fell silent and quickly lowered his head.

"I'll fucking make you read it! What number is this?! You've been acting all high and mighty at school, not studying properly, getting the teachers to call on me and call my name repeatedly! If you don't stop acting like a fool today, you'll see how I beat you up!"

The woman's clenched teeth made the little boy lower his head even further.

"It's okay, Xiaobao. Just tell him, 'The doctor is here, your mom can't hit you anymore!' Don't worry."

After Su Ziyang tried to persuade him for a while, the little boy grabbed Su Ziyang's white coat and weakly said, "9~".

When the little boy said it was a 9, Su Ziyang was a bit confused. "Isn't that a 6? Am I seeing things?"

"You wait!"

When the little boy's mother heard him say the number was 9, she took a deep breath, wanting to explode in anger, but she held back.

Then the little boy's mother wrote a 9 on the A4 paper.

"Come on, how many is this?"

"6~"

"Ah?"

This time, Su Ziyang couldn't hold back and exclaimed in surprise, "This... isn't this a 9? Xiaobao? That was a 6 just now!"

"No, no!" The little boy hurriedly waved his Little Hand when he heard Su Ziyang say that, "That was a 9, this is a 6."

"..."

"..."

The little boy's mother and Su Ziyang were both speechless.

"Fuck your mother!"

If this woman weren't so ruthless when she was angry, she would have even cursed herself when she got really angry, "I'll teach you a lesson! I'll beat you to death!"

"Why!!!"