My younger brothers are so fierce!!! I'm clearly the eldest brother!

Jiang Guanqing finished delivering a batch of bowls and chopsticks and came out of the kitchen. He saw this scene as soon as he reached the gate of the courtyard.

Before Jiang Guanqing could even react, he had already pounced on her, and Zhou Linxi was about to fall face-first onto the broken porcelain shards.

Jiang Guanqing knelt on the ground, stretched out his long arm, and placed it directly on top of the porcelain shards. Almost as soon as he reached out, Zhou Linxi fell onto his arm, the force causing his arm to press down on the broken porcelain shards.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Guanqing bent his right knee, straightened his body, and lifted Zhou Linxi up in his arms. "Don't be afraid, Xixi, it's alright now."

Zhou Linxi had been so frightened that she had stopped crying, but when she heard Jiang Guanqing's gentle voice, she burst into tears.

Zhou Mu, his face deathly pale, rushed forward and took his daughter from Jiang Guanqing's arms, his voice trembling, "Guanqing, how...how are you?"

Jiang Guanqing struggled to his feet and saw Zhou Linxi looking over with teary eyes. He put his hands behind his back and said, "I'm fine, Xixi, don't be afraid."

Hearing the commotion, Gong Bolin and Jiang Zhuo rushed out of the house. "Big brother, are you alright?"

To make it easier to clean up the dishes, Jiang Guanqing rolled up his sleeves. His arms had inevitably been cut and bleeding from the shards, and now, with his arms behind his back, the blood trickled down his back.

Jiang Zhuo's eyes instantly reddened, her fingertips hovering over the wound on Jiang Guanqing's arm, wanting to touch it but not daring to.

"Uncle Zhou, why don't you take Xixi back to her room and comfort her?"

Jiang Guanqing tugged at the corners of his lips, his face somewhat pale. Zhou Mu understood what Jiang Guanqing meant, pressed Zhou Linxi's head against his shoulder, and quickly left with her in his arms.

Seeing Zhou Linxi leave, Jiang Guanqing swayed, but Jiang Zhuo caught him in time, saying, "Big brother."

"I'm fine."

Jiang Guanqing wanted to smile, but her lips were deathly pale.

Seeing that Jiang Guanqing could no longer stand but was still trying to show off, Gong Bolin went straight up, put his arm around Jiang Guanqing's waist and legs, picked him up horizontally, and carried him into the house.

Gao Shizhong's soul was frightened away when the casserole shattered on the ground; he had only mechanically called for the accompanying doctor to come over.

Peach sparkling water: ? ? ? ? Nam Yoon-ah pushing a child? ? ? Am I seeing things? ?

Did Jing Xiao get beaten up today?: Damn it, damn it, damn it! Is Nan Yun'er sick? The soup left in that casserole was already cold. Why did she have to scream and jump around?

A double scene: My heart stopped when my older brother knelt down...

Qingfengchui: The older brother moved so quickly. My first thought was that his hand was under the child and bleeding. It looked so painful.

XiXi Baby: XiXi cried so hard, you must have been terrified! Nam YoonA, how could you do that?!

Zhuozhuoqihua: Where's the accompanying doctor? Hurry up, my brother's bleeding!!

The sky was clear and the air was crisp: Big Brother was still laughing, even though he was injured, he was still comforting Xixi, and I fucking burst into tears...

Qingfeng Mingyue: Big brother can barely stand, yet he still keeps his hands behind his back so Zhou Linxi can't see him. How can he be so kind...?

Zhuozhuo Qihua: Big brother, it looks like you have an old knee injury. I'm so scared, my hands are shaking. Where's the show's doctor? Come quick!

Peach Sparkling Water: Nam Yoon-ah definitely did it on purpose. It wasn't even hot, why was she shaking her hand like that? Damn it!

Huoshao Shao: The on-site doctor has finally arrived... I was so anxious...

Jiang Guanqing had little strength, so she obediently leaned against Gong Bolin's chest and closed her eyes. Waves of dizziness from blood loss surged up, and her chest felt a little tight.

Gong Bolin paused slightly, looked down at the person in his arms, pursed his lips even more tightly, carried the person quickly through the courtyard gate, entered the living room, knelt down, and placed the person on the sofa.

Jiang Guanqing leaned back on the sofa, opened her eyes and looked at Gong Bolin. Seeing the conspicuous red stain on his white shirt, she said softly, "I'm sorry, I got your clothes dirty."

Gong Bolin was a little annoyed. Did this person even know how to focus on the important things? Was it a matter of whether the clothes were dirty or not?

Gong Bolin didn't respond, but remained kneeling on one knee, reaching out to untie Jiang Guanqing's sleeve.

Lin Jingxiao and the others didn't even have time to pack their things and rushed in.

Blood trickled down his arm, and there were several crisscrossing bloodstains on the back of his hand.

Gong Bolin moved extremely gently, as if afraid of breaking some fragile porcelain, as he helped Jiang Guanqing fall to the ground, rolling up her blood-stained sleeve inch by inch.

The wound was exposed to the light, and the scratches from the tiny shards of porcelain were scattered, the deepest one being three or four centimeters deep. Fortunately, the bleeding had stopped.

The accompanying doctor rushed in with a medical kit, and after a careful examination, said, "There may be fragments left behind; the wound needs to be cleaned."

"Please be gentle."

Gong Bolin's voice was as deep as ice, and the doctor's hand trembled as he quickly nodded.

Jiang Guanqing looked down at his knees, subconsciously curling his fingers. His knees ached, and felt like they were throbbing and burning.

"Brother, your knee."

Jiang Zhuo knelt on the other side, carefully reaching out to lift Jiang Guanqing's trouser leg.

Jiang Guanqing couldn't help but shrink his legs.

"Don't move."

Jiang Zhuo's voice was somewhat deep.

Jiang Guanqing dared not move again, and Gong Bolin joined in, each of them holding one side of the bundle.

The trouser legs were rolled up to the knees, and when the knee pads were removed, Lin Jingxiao and the others gasped in shock.

Both knees were noticeably swollen, with small bruises that stood out against the fair skin.

The accompanying doctor glanced at it and his brows furrowed instantly. "An old injury to the knee?" He had watched the live stream just now. Normally, there would be bruising, but it would never be this serious, especially since so little time had passed.

"Yes, my older brother had a comminuted fracture of his knee before, and he's been injured several times since then."

Comminuted fracture?

The accompanying doctor's expression grew increasingly serious. He stopped treating Jiang Guanqing's arm wound and went to check on Jiang Guanqing's knee.

The accompanying doctor gently pressed Jiang Guanqing's knee with his fingers, constantly watching Jiang Guanqing's expression. Jiang Guanqing did not make a sound, and his knuckles turned white as he gripped the hem of his clothes.

The doctor tried to bend his knees again, and Jiang Guanqing groaned, a thin layer of sweat appearing on his forehead.

After a thorough examination, the doctor said in a deep voice, "Your knee is already injured, and the swelling will get worse once this shock subsides. Fortunately, you're wearing a knee brace. Try to minimize standing and walking these next few days, and rest as much as possible. Use ice packs to reduce the swelling. Otherwise, if the old injury recurs, it will hurt even more on rainy days."

Jiang Guanqing pursed his lips into a straight line, nodded in agreement, and said, "I understand, thank you, doctor."

The doctor sighed and looked at Jiang Zhuo, "Your older brother's knee can't take any more strain. Keep an eye on him and don't let him push himself too hard."

As the group watched the doctor finish treating Jiang Guanqing's wound and leave, Jiang Zhuo held Jiang Guanqing's hand, tears falling into Jiang Guanqing's palm.

Jiang Guanqing used his other hand to rub Jiang Zhuo's head. "Don't be afraid, I'm fine."

Peach Blossom: Holy crap, a comminuted fracture, and then several more injuries. What has he been through? It sounds so painful.

Summer and winter vacations, my laundry detergent: Brother Zhuo cried, and I couldn't stop crying either. Brother, are you in a lot of pain?

Qingfengchui: Luckily, my brother was wearing knee pads, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable.

The weather is clear and sunny: It will hurt even more on rainy days. How much more painful will it be? My tumor on the left side is about to stop throbbing.

Qingfeng Mingyue: Where's Nam Yoon-ah? I want to kill her, damn it.