【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

(Also known as Lei's Diary of Bringing a Baby)

It's ridiculous to say that.

He is Dotore, a genius scientist.

I actually felt a sense of accomplishment watching others finish a cup of porridge I cooked.

This sense of accomplishment is very strange. It does not come menacingly, but like the feathers on the top of the cat's stick, it is scratched from the bottom of my heart bit by bit, and the soft circles appear.

This is, feelings?

Dotore was in disbelief.

Did he take this thing off in the first place?

I kind of forgot.

It seems not? He always thought that he was not here.

It is very troublesome to remove emotions, and he does not reject the pleasure that scientific research brings him.

What's more, he thinks this is unnecessary -

So this was not done.

After all, what qualifications do people have to engage in scientific research if they can't even manage their emotions well?

Only now——

It was clearly a joyful emotion, but it made Dotore frown.

Forget it, just find a slice and pick off the feelings.

Dotore never does things sloppily. He stood up as soon as the idea came to him, still thinking about which slice he should call.

The old one? His skills were good, but he was crazier than him. If he discovered such an interesting phenomenon, it would be troublesome to add or remove something into his body on his own initiative.

The little one? It's not impossible, it's just a bit noisy.

The one from a few years ago?

Oh, yes, dead, forgotten.

Sure enough, having unnecessary emotions is a very troublesome thing, and his memory has become worse.

"hiss--"

Before Dotore had walked a few steps, he heard the girl's exclamation. His body was faster than his brain, he turned his feet in a circle, and strode to the girl's side.

She is serving porridge.

However, since the mouth of an ordinary beaker is not very big, the girl with a high fever was dizzy and her hands were shaking, so she poured the hot porridge on her hands.

"So careless?"

Dotore held the girl's burned hand, quickly ran to the sink and turned on the faucet.

The opening was too wide, and the rushing water swooped down. When it hit the girl's hand, it splashed around, soaking Dotore's neatly folded cuffs.

"Do it yourself, I'll get the medicine."

The girl held one hand under the water, and the other hand passed around her back, gently grabbing the corner of Dotore's clothes:

"I'm fine. Just tell me where the medicine is and I'll get it myself. You can go do your thing."

The girl's voice was a little hoarse, but soft.

Although he knew that the girl didn't mean that, Dotore couldn't help but think of the words "retreat to advance".

"..."

"I have nothing to do, I'll be here soon."

Dotore made a rare move with seriousness. After pulling the corner of his clothes out of the girl's hands, he quickly walked towards the medicine table.

Forget it, there's no rush to remove feelings or something.

Definitely next time.

The burn medicine was a blue paste. Dotore took off his gloves and gently pushed the paste away with his fingertips, covering the girl's red skin.

"Sorry for causing you any trouble."

Dotore continued his movements, but seemed to feel that one layer was not enough, so he dug out a large piece of paste and covered it:

"Be careful if you know you're causing trouble."

In fact, Dotore didn't find it too troublesome.

While applying the ointment, he even began to think about how to transform the girl's body.

Just redo everything except the appearance, right?

Too fragile, more fragile than ordinary humans.

But the good news is that the girl's self-healing ability is very good.

As long as there are no blood vessel problems such as bruises, she can heal other injuries quickly.

I just got burned in the morning, and the condition was mostly healed in the afternoon.

It seems to be going well.

Dotore took a towel and sat next to the girl's bed:

"hand."

Put on the medicine and go pick it.

For some reason, Dotore's attack was extremely gentle this time, and even his own breathing slowed down unconsciously, as if he was afraid of disturbing anything.

The girl had just been pulled up from her sleep by Dotorre, and she stared at one place with blurred eyes.

Dotore originally just glanced at the girl's current expression, but he felt that it seemed interesting and couldn't help but take a few more glances.

However, looking back, as a senior scientific researcher, Dotore's multi-tasking skills can be said to be extremely proficient, and there was no delay in applying the medicine on his hands.

Then wipe your fingers clean with a tissue, grab the gloves and put them on your hands as you walk.

Okay, contact that little slice——

"Gulu~"

Dotore's hearing is very sensitive.

He's not hungry, so who can he be?

Thinking about it, since the girl started to have a fever last night, she has only eaten one bowl of porridge until today.

Normally, a person needs to eat at least two meals?

Dotore was thinking in his mind as he bent his feet and walked towards the temporary kitchen.

Forget it, raising people to death would be bad.

Definitely next time.

Although Dotore's cooking is dull in appearance and aroma, the taste is passable, and it is the type that you can love with your eyes closed.

In fact, at this time, Dotore was able to escape completely, but out of some psychology that he himself did not understand, he still sat down opposite the girl.

In fact, the girl's appetite is not very good, but after two days of hard work, her stomach has faint signs of protest, and she has to force herself to eat a little.

She ate slowly, but she had no habit of leaving food, so she could only spend time at the table bit by bit.

It wasn't until the setting sun shone onto the restaurant from the balcony that Dotore realized what he was doing.

He looked at the sky outside, and then at the half-empty rice in the beaker in front of the girl.

......

Forget it, just be later, since you don’t need to rest when slicing.

Thinking like this, Dotore stood up for the third time today and walked towards the door.

This time, halfway through the walk, he even stopped, pricked up his ears and listened. After making sure there were no strange noises in the room, he walked out.

Just as he put his hand on the door handle, he heard a chaotic sound coming from upstairs.

There was a "squeaking" sound like the feet of a chair rubbing against the floor, followed immediately by the sound of hurried footsteps after the table was hit.

What happened again?

Without thinking, he raised his feet and ran upstairs. Even the steps were three steps up and down, and rushed to the girl's side at an astonishing speed.

The girl was currently leaning on the edge of the pool, coughing violently, probably just after vomiting.

Her body was shaking violently, and the thick quilt that had been wrapped around her body fell at the door of the bathroom. Her white shoulders were stained with a layer of pink due to the strong cough.

Dotore moved quickly.

He untied his cloak and put it on the girl, then walked quickly to the restaurant, poured a glass of water, put it next to the girl, and finally patted the girl's back gently and slowly.

It was done in one breath, with almost no trace of thinking, just like muscle movements.

Dotore patted and looked up at the mirror——

The girl's face was pink, covered with a thin layer of sweat, her eyes were tightly closed, and physiological tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

And on his face - even if others couldn't see it - he could still see it himself.

With concern that I haven't had time to take back.

"..."

Remove feelings or something.

Definitely next time.

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On the other side, there are small slices that have been waiting in the laboratory all day:

"No, is he sick?"