Top floor of the hospital building.
"Can you be a little gentler? You're being so rough. Can't you see Tingye is uncomfortable? He's about to cry."
Rui Hui took the little one from Diwu Zexuan's hands and softly cooed to him.
Tingye's eyes were uncomfortable, and he kept clenching his little fists, wanting to rub them.
As soon as Rui Hui saw this, she hastily pressed down his hands.
"Oh, my little treasure, you mustn't scratch your eyes. Let Auntie take a look, a little blow and the pain will be gone." Rui Hui had never cared for such a small infant before and was somewhat flustered.
Tingye had been exposed to bright lights for too long, and his vision had obviously suffered.
He would start crying the moment anyone touched his eyes.
He had cried himself hoarse, and his little face had turned red with the effort; it was pitiful to see.
It broke Rui Hui's heart.
