Personality V: I will save everything

No one knew what Joke and Natasha talked about the night before.

All the people present knew was that from then on, Joke seemed to have been avoiding Natasha.

"Actually, after understanding what happened, I can understand Joke.-_-||" Luchino said speechlessly. Why did he know what happened that night? Because he asked Joke himself.

Qiu Ke was very frank. He told Luchino directly what happened that night and expressed the hope that Luchino could help him hide it.

....................That night...................

"Jack........."

Natasha was originally holding Joke's hand very seriously, which made Joke think that Natasha was going to say something serious, but what Natasha said next successfully broke Joke's heart.

“I want more kids.”

Joke: ((o(＞皿＜)o)) !!

Is this a joke? Joke is in no mood at all, and the manor in this world is not a safe place. Natasha is pregnant, is it really okay?

"But do you think you have room to resist?"

At first, Joke didn't understand what Natasha meant until he heard a metallic "click!"

Joke turned his head slowly like a rusty spring, and was shocked to see that his hands were handcuffed behind his back by a pair of handcuffs that Natasha had found from somewhere.

Joke: Help! (⊙x⊙;)!

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Here is the thing.............

So Joke has been avoiding Natasha for some time. Although he did succeed that night, it is always better to try a few more times. After all, it is impossible to hit the target every time.

"My dear, you are really miserable. Now, what on earth does Natasha think?"

While drinking water from the cup, Luchino spoke to Joke who was hiding in the closet.

"I also want to know........."

Joke knew that Natasha had always wanted more children, but was this the right time to do something like that?!

(Anyone who can do that in a restaurant has no right to say that.)

"Maybe you can talk to Natasha directly. Natasha is very gentle. She will understand you, right?"

"At least I'm very gentle in front of you guys............." I'm the same at other times, except in bed.

Luchino: (=_=)

"You better continue to hide. I will help you hide."

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the other side,

Under Kreacher's persistent and earnest request, Lydia's tightly closed lips finally loosened slightly, and she nodded reluctantly, indicating that she agreed to let him temporarily leave this slightly depressing room and walk around the corridor outside for a while.

However, just as Kreacher was about to get up happily, Lydia suddenly reached out to stop him and put forward an unquestionable condition - Kreacher must put on the thick blanket when he went out.

It turned out that due to excessive bleeding from the previous injury, Kreacher's body temperature had dropped sharply and his body's immunity was much weaker than before. If he went out rashly like this, he would most likely catch a cold or something like that.

Upon hearing this request, Kreacher's eyes widened in disbelief. "What? You want me to go out with this blanket wrapped around me?" He couldn't help but protest loudly, "I just hit my head accidentally, and I'm not seriously injured! Why do you have to act like I'm going to die in the next second?"

But Kreacher regretted it as soon as he said it, because he saw Lydia looking at him with an extremely cold gaze, the chill in her eyes seemed to be able to freeze a person instantly.

Kreacher's heart sank, and he secretly complained: It's over, it's over, this time I really annoyed her...

As expected, Lydia crossed her arms and said expressionlessly, "Why? Do you think my concern is unnecessary? Believe it or not, if you dare to say 'no' to me, I will tie you to the bed immediately and not let you move at all!"

Facing such a strong Lydia, how could Kreacher dare to complain? He shrank his neck and obediently took up the blanket and put it on himself like a frightened rabbit.

"Okay, okay, I know I was wrong, I will be obedient............" He muttered softly, his face full of grievance and helplessness.

There was nothing he could do. Who told him to always be so weak in front of Lydia... Thinking of this, Kreacher could only sigh and then walked out of the room dejectedly.

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"Ah - sneeze!"

As soon as he walked out of the room, Kreacher sneezed loudly. Well, it seems that Lydia was right.

However, just after Kreacher took a few steps forward, he suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"Mr. Pearson............"

When the gardener saw Kreacher coming out safely, she was almost crying. It was great that her "misfortune" did not really kill Mr. Pearson. At least he was still alive.

"woo woo woo woo............."

The gardener's behavior really confused Kreacher. He didn't know what was going on. Why did the gardener burst into tears as soon as he saw him?

Kreacher had no choice but to comfort the gardener while he pieced together the whole story from the gardener's fragmentary words.

“Wuwuwu…I’m so sorry…I’m so sorry…I didn’t want to hurt you…but I carry bad luck…I shouldn’t have touched you…I’m sorry…I’m sorry…”

Poor girl, she still thinks that all the tragedies that happen to herself and the people around her are due to herself.

"No...Gardener, dear, it's okay, don't cry, it's not your fault, I fell down the stairs by accident, it's not your fault, please don't cry, okay?"

The softer Kreacher's words were, the more sadly the gardener cried.

Kreacher frantically tried to comfort the gardener until he had no other choice but to use the tricks he used to comfort the orphans in the orphanage.

“A little bit…”

“Mululu…”

The strange grimace and exaggerated movements finally made the gardener laugh.

"That's right, don't cry, gardener. Such a lovely girl shouldn't cry."

"Well..." The gardener smiled and wiped the tears from his face.

"Thank you, Mr. Pearson, you are very gentle."

"Thank you for your compliment, beautiful lady." Kreacher bent down gracefully, placed his right hand on his chest, put his left hand behind his back, and performed an extremely exaggerated gentleman's salute.

This action successfully made the gardener next to her laugh so hard that she couldn't help giggling. Her clear and pleasant laughter sounded like the most beautiful bird song in spring.

However, just as Kreacher slowly raised his head and prepared to respond to the gardener, an accident suddenly occurred.

Some unintentional movement had actually caused the deep wound on his head. Instantly, a piercing pain spread throughout his body, causing him to grimace in pain, with the muscles on his face twisted into a ball.

Then, a violent dizziness came over him like a tide, and Kreacher felt the world spinning and the world became blurry. He tried hard to keep his balance, but his body shook uncontrollably, and in a trance, he even felt that he was about to lose his balance and fall to the ground.

This is not surprising, after all, Kreacher had lost a lot of blood due to the wound on his head. Poor Lydia looked everywhere for equipment that could transfuse blood for him, as well as blood suitable for transfusion, but in the end she found nothing.

Kreacher was now completely anemic and extremely weak. How could he not feel dizzy after such a violent movement?

"Oh my God! Mr. Pearson, are you okay?" The gardener hurried forward to support Kreacher and helped him sit down and rest.

However, the first words Kreacher said were not about himself. "I'm so sorry, Miss Gardener. I wanted to make you happy, but I didn't expect to make you worried."

"Don't say such things at this time." The gardener said as he gently gathered the blanket around Kreacher.

The gardener accidentally touched Kreacher's hands and found that his hands were like ice.

No matter how hard the gardener tried to warm his hands, he couldn't breathe on them or rub them.

"I'll go call Miss Lydia." The gardener just stood up and wanted to call Lydia, but was stopped by Kreacher.

"Don't! If Lydia sees me like this, she'll forbid me to leave the room again."

Kreacher pulled his hands back into the blanket and hugged his knees tightly.

"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine in a little while."

Anyway, he had been wandering the streets since he was a child, so this situation was nothing to him. He just had to curl up his body and he would be warm after a while.

The gardener was so anxious that he was spinning around in circles. He wanted to find Lydia, but he also wanted to stay where he was and watch over Kreacher to make sure nothing happened.

"You're such a boaster. I knew something would happen to you."

Just then, Lydia came out from nowhere.

"Hey, gardener standing over there, are you going to continue standing there, or come over and help me get Kreacher back to the room?"

Lydia's voice finally brought the gardener back to his senses. He hurried forward, held Kreacher's other arm, and helped Lydia to lift him up from the ground.

"Um... Miss Jones, Mr. Pearson, what happened to him?"

"He lost too much blood and I couldn't find blood or tools to give him a transfusion,"

"With my blood!" The gardener answered without hesitation when he heard Lydia say this.

But Lydia just glanced at the gardener calmly and said.

"Miss Gardener, you have no medical knowledge and don't know about this, so I don't blame you. Human blood is divided into blood types. Your blood type doesn't match Kreacher's. You are harming him by giving him a blood transfusion. You will kill him."

(Blood type theory can be traced back to the late 19th century and early 20th century. In 1900, Austrian scientist Karl Landsteiner discovered the ABO blood type system in humans, which is an important foundation of blood type theory.

But the real popularization and widespread acceptance of blood type theory occurred after the middle of the 20th century, that is, after 1950, almost after the outbreak of the Korean War (June 1950, 6, the Korean War broke out.)

At this time, let alone the manor game, even Orpheus himself is probably about to die of old age. So it is normal that the gardener does not know.)

Lydia's words successfully choked the gardener. She wanted to refute. They were both blood, so why couldn't her blood be donated to Kreacher?

But looking at Lydia's determined eyes, the gardener realized that if she asked such a question, Lydia would definitely answer his doubts with a lot of data and theories.

How could someone who could receive the Royal Medal of Medicine be an ordinary doctor?

"I see..." The gardener was silent for a while, then asked, "What should we do now?"

Lydia didn't answer until she had brought Kreacher back to his room and put him to bed.

"Kreacher needs to rest well now, keep warm and replenish nutrition."

"I understand." The gardener wrote down everything.

"I said... I just have a wound on my head, please don't act like I'm dying."

Even if it was burned to ashes, the only thing left standing would probably be Kreacher's mouth.

"Shut up right there! Do you know how serious the wound on your head is? You almost lost your sight. The next day's sun!!! Do you know?! How can you not care about yourself at all?!"