[BL, MTL] The Future Of A Full-Time Doctor

19

It was dawn and there was still a thin rain in the sky. Marlow went to school. Hannibal kissed his wife goodbye, sent her to the transport to the military station, and then drove to Wu Chenghe's apartment.

The heavy rain in the early morning washed away all the odors and cleaned the air very cleanly. When Hannibal got out of the car, he deliberately stood at the door for a moment. He smelled nothing but the faint vinegary smell.

Open the door and enter the room. The window in the living room is clean, and the floor is dust-free. There is a plate of fruit on the bar connected to the dining room, which is still stained with water droplets, which have just been washed.

"Xia Li?" Unlike the situation he imagined, Hannibal was more or less confused and shouted loudly.

No one answered. Hannibal quickly walked upstairs, opened the bedroom door, and found that his mini son was lying on the big **, covered with a quilt, looking at the sky, motionless, as if he had suffered a major blow.

On the contrary, his face looks okay, there is no sign of weakness, and his pajamas are also neatly dressed.

"Xia Li?" Hannibal called him softly, approached the bed, and asked gently, "Marlow said you were sick. How are you? Did you see a doctor?"

Wu Chenghe's fossil-like frozen expression finally became a trace of loose. His big dark eyes moved, and his pupils slowly contracted. Seeing Hannibal, especially the powerful and domineering black chestnut sculpture on his shoulder, he couldn't help but feel sad. He choked and shook his head and said, "I'm fine."

That is, my quantum beast is a materialized □□ dialogue bubble, and it has its own mocking function.

"Oh, oh, what's the matter?" Hannibal was shocked to see his fragile expression and hurriedly sat beside him to comfort him, "Is it very uncomfortable? I'm going to take you to see a doctor. I'm sorry that I should have come to see you last night. Marlow said it too late. I think you didn't call me, so you thought it was okay.

"No, you don't need to see a doctor. I just have a little cold. I'll be fine after a nap." Wu Chenghe tried to adjust his depressed mood and make himself look stronger, lest his cheap father come to care of him when he had nothing to do in the future. "You are busy, I can take care of myself, I just... In short, I'm fine. I can go to school for a few days off, and I don't need to go to the hospital."

"Are you sure it's okay?" Hannibal touched his forehead, gently touched the corner of his forehead, and said, "It seems to have a little low fever. Have you taken medicine? There should be antipyretics in my pharmacy. Shall I bring them to you?"

"No, I've already eaten." Wu Chenghe forced himself to cheer up from the blow of the caterpillar incident and comforted himself that caterpillars were at least easy to lurk. For example, now, the guy was lying on the back of his ear, in incofit mode, and Hannibal couldn't see it with his head.

If the light bulb really hatches a big golden hair like Jin Xuan, then it's really cheating. Mighty and domineering are useless to him. What can't be found even with lanterns is the real sight!

Thinking like this, I was not so depressed. The optimistic little guide sat up with a pillow and said, "Don't you have to go to work? It doesn't matter to me. Go ahead and don't delay business.

"I won't go in the morning. I'll stay with you at home." Hannibal pressed his shoulder to make him lie down and said, "I'll get you some nutrients to eat. You lie down."

Wu Chenghe tossed and turned for a day and a night, and suffered a series of blows from Killing Matt and the caterpillar. He was indeed tired and hungry. Seeing Hannibal's gentle father, he felt particularly kind and rare to be delicate: "I want to be sweet."