Chapter 523:
But Lucas, acting like a little adult, raised his arm proudly and said, “Daddy said I’m a man. Not only can’t I cry when they draw my blood, but I also have to protect Mommy!”
I pursed my lips and smiled, reaching out to touch his head.
“You’re such a good boy!”
I had to admit that Herbert had raised Lucas well. He was brave and gentle. If he were really my son, I would be overwhelmed.
I sat Lucas on my lap in front of the window, and when the nurse took out the long needle, I felt Lucas tremble slightly. I quickly covered his eyes with my hand and handed his arm to the nurse. When the needle pierced Lucas’s tender arm, I turned my face away. I had always prided myself on being strong, but I couldn’t bear to watch this.
Soon, the nurse had finished drawing the blood. I took the alcohol cotton ball from her and pressed it onto Lucas’s wound. At that moment, I heard Lucas’s innocent voice.
“Mommy, why are you crying?”
“I’m not crying,” I quickly replied, wiping away my tears.
“You’re obviously crying. Mommy, you lied. You’re not a good girl.”
Lucas’s chubby little hand wrapped around my neck.
“Mommy’s heart aches that you’ve been pricked by a needle,” I said quickly.
“You finally admit that you’re my mommy!”
At that moment, Lucas clapped his small hands happily.
Hearing this, I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. I had fallen into a child’s trap all of a sudden.
Then, it was my turn to have blood drawn.
As the nurse held the needle in her hand, Lucas covered my eyes with his small hands and said in a sweet, childish voice, “Mommy, be good. Don’t be afraid. You’ll be fine in a minute!”
With Lucas’s comforting words, I completely forgot about the pain and tightened my grip on him. Soon, the nurse was finished drawing my blood. I took Lucas’s hand and sat down on a row of chairs.
Lucas pressed the alcohol cotton ball on the needle hole in my arm.
“The cotton ball needs to be pressed for a minute. Otherwise, it’s very likely that blood will flow out!” Lucas said, blinking his big round eyes.
“You seem to know a lot,” I said with a smile.
Lucas puffed out his chest proudly and said, “I’ve been in the hospital since I was one. I just got discharged a few days ago. I know the hospital best.”
Hearing this, my heart tightened. How much suffering had this child endured to speak like this? It felt like someone had pricked my heart with needles.
A few minutes later, I walked into the corridor, holding Lucas’s hand. Herbert and Klein came toward us.
I looked at them and said, “The doctor said the results will only come out in three days. Let’s meet here then.”
Herbert nodded, then reached out to take Lucas’s hand. At that moment, Lucas started throwing a tantrum.
