Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

bing some medicine for the boy, the physician set out back for town.
Before leaving, he instructed the hunter, “Let him take this medicine for a few days first.
Once the injuries on his body are healed, bring him to see me in town.”

“Thank you, sir.”

The hunter escorted him halfway before retracing his steps back home.

His wife had put her embroidery skills to use and made a set of clothes for the baby girl.

She then washed the clothes in water and left them in the sun to dry.
As it was summer, this only took two hours.

When the baby woke up, she bathed the child in the yard, then changed her into her new clothes.

The hunter promptly passed his wife some boiled goat milk to let her feed the baby.

The boy was extremely wary as he had yet to recover from his injuries.
He had been reluctant to let the hunter’s wife take the baby away at first, and it had taken the couple a fair amount of effort to coax him into letting go.
However, he had nevertheless asked them to leave the window open so he could lean against the wall and listen in.

Although he could not see, his sense of hearing was astounding.

Even the slightest movement in the yard could not escape his ears.

As he listened to the couple playing with the baby in the yard, his feeling of tension finally eased.

A few days later, the injuries on the boy’s body were almost healed, and he could already get down from bed and walk on his own.

However, he was still blind, and he could not avoid tripping and stumbling at first.
Even so, he was a persevering person who refused to be defeated by these hurdles.

After plodding a few rounds around the house, he eventually managed to get his bearings.

The next time he tried, he could already avoid all the furniture with perfect accuracy.

Although the hunter and his wife were kind folks, the boy insisted on sleeping beside the baby at night.

He was also inept at first, but he was extremely patient, and after several fumbling attempts, he started performing even better than the hunter’s wife.

The hunter’s wife could not help feeling amazed every time she watched him handle the baby.

This boy was young, but a real oddball.