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.”

nurse quickly conducted an examination, observing that Peter seemed fine… He appeared lively, and his

it hurt?”

fidgeted and struggled to utter

got

traces of blood twice on

his mouth, so he had

held it in my mouth… The more I held it,

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

it felt dirty with blood and

it

too much in the morning! The food in my stomach started to come up! I couldn’t

of his stomach surged upward, he was in a bind. He couldn’t vomit anymore;

nauseating taste

to cover his mouth, but accidentally bit his lip, causing it to bleed even more. He desperately tried to swallow the blood, creating a vicious cycle of vomiting… It looked as if he was

the school nurse

listening to this description made them

his soiled clothes. Peter didn’t have any spare

for you. Just lie down for now,” the

that he might hide behind the curtain without any clothes, Teacher

Covered with a blanket.

no choice but

in a hurry, without having checked her phone or

her son lying on the bed unable to get up, she rushed over and exclaimed, “My son!

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

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

lying in bed and you say he’s