Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

In the midst of it all, Peter’s mother received a phone call and hurriedly turned back, rushing towards the school with an air of desperation.

She was on the verge of tears, having seen her son earlier and thinking it was just a minor injury. How could that “Big Black Pig” have inflicted such a brutal beating?

Did he cause internal injuries as well?

Unable to contain her anger, Peter’s mother couldn’t help but wonder if Nicodemus’ mother had been notified by the teacher.

But her fury got the best of her, as she thought about how a mere nickname could result in her son being battered like this, all the while the other party dared to claim it was her fault as a parent.

A child so violent must have been raised with serious issues in their home!

Beep beep…

“Hello, Nicodemus’ mother! Have you received any notification from the teacher?”

“No…?”

“Well, here’s what happened. My son suddenly started vomiting blood at school! I think things have taken a serious turn. You should come over as well. Your Nicodemus might have injured my son! It’s just too vicious, really…”

Peter’s mother’s tone was far from pleasant as she hung up the phone.

The audacity of the other person infuriated her. If her son was fine, then all the better, but if something was wrong, she would not let them off the hook!

Meanwhile, Teacher Robin arrived at the medical room with Peter, panting heavily from their sprint.

“I’m fine, teacher!” Peter said, feeling uncomfortable.

Breathless, Teacher Robin responded, “You’re vomiting blood and you say you’re fine? Alright, stop talking now. Just stay quiet and rest.”

school nurse quickly conducted an examination, observing that Peter

does it hurt?” the school

utter

questioning from Teacher Robin and the nurse, he finally managed to say, “I got into a fight with Nicodemus this morning, and he made me

traces of blood twice

arriving in the classroom, he realized he was bleeding in his mouth, so he had the urge to spit it out.

I held it in my mouth… The more I held it, the more saliva accumulated, and I couldn’t just spit it

text aloud…” Peter said with a mournful face. “So, I had no choice but

blood and had

it immediately made him feel

She made me eat too much in the morning! The food in my stomach started to come up! I couldn’t vomit, so I had to force

in a bind. He couldn’t vomit anymore; he had to force it down

that nauseating taste caused him

to bleed even more. He desperately tried to swallow the blood, creating a vicious cycle of vomiting… It looked as if he

and the school

this description made them

didn’t have any spare clothes, and his vomiting had dirtied

bring clean clothes for

curtain without any clothes, Teacher Robin asked

Covered with a blanket.

no choice

having checked her phone or heard

unable to get up,

and flustered, blurting out, “Nicodemus went too far! Such a young child being so brutal… What does he usually

turned dark as they said, “Peter’s mother, please don’t panic.

he’s lying in bed and you say he’s