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…

hurt?” the school

to utter a word

relentless 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

spat out saliva with traces of blood twice on his way

mouth, so he had

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

said with a mournful face. “So, I

felt dirty with blood and

a mouthful, and it immediately made him feel

morning! The food in

stomach surged upward, he was in a bind. He

nauseating taste caused him

desperately tried to swallow the blood, creating a vicious cycle of

the school nurse fell

this description

off his soiled clothes. Peter didn’t have

clean clothes for

behind the curtain without any clothes, Teacher Robin asked him to lie on the

Covered with a blanket.

had no choice

hurry, without having checked her phone or heard Teacher Robin’s

to get up, she rushed over and exclaimed, “My son! What

went too far! Such a young child being

turned dark as they said,

bed and you say he’s