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The Healer had never been more grateful for Tom Riddle's presence.

He loosened his grip on the cart as if he had been pardoned, and spoke out the next job of helping Wenxiu Lord drain the water like pouring beans, and gave this important task to him before Tom Riddle changed his face.

Even if he killed countless people, so what? Voldemort was Vinciu Lord's fiancé, and they had been in love for many years. He must have seen and touched everything he should and shouldn't have seen, and everything he should and shouldn't have touched.

It's better to give this job to him than to hang myself on the rope and jump around in front of these two people.

He was only in his thirties, not an old man, and the tie around his neck was not a real hanging rope.

It would be better for him to save his life and save more patients.

Tom Riddle's serious expression softened a lot, and he did not refuse the healer's suggestion.

Wenxiu Lord is his. Even though the two of them have done nothing but kissing and hugging for so many years, how could he allow such a private act to be entrusted to others?

In the future, Wenxiu Lord will be the person who will achieve immortality with him and stand at the pinnacle of world power together.

The two of them will be together forever, and doing this for Wenxiu Lord now is nothing.

Compared to Tom Riddle, who persuaded himself, Lucius was not in a very good mood.

It was already very bad, and now it is even worse.

He couldn't act unruly in front of Tom Riddle, but he couldn't let the healer notice anything unusual.

For a moment, Lucius's face, which had turned pale and tired due to not having rested for a day and a night, actually looked a little rosy.

Tom Riddle was a man who could read the air. He could tell from the micro-expressions on Lucius's face that Lucius was in a very bad mood.

So?

Knowing that Lucius was unhappy didn't mean he would care about the feelings of a follower in this situation.

Even if the other party is a useful money bag.

Tom Riddle has seen clearly over the years that Lucius is a man with the intention of stealing but not the courage to do so.

Otherwise, he would not have kept Lucius for so many years.

Wenxiu Lord didn't even know that he had a friend who had a crush on him. Now in front of outsiders, Lucius, as a married man, could not take the risk of exposing his feelings and stay.

After only a few seconds of thinking, Tom Riddle raised his hand and placed it on the armrest of the cart. His handsome big hand had distinct joints and was carved by light and shadow like the most perfect template.

"I didn't expect Mr. Malfoy to be here. Thank you for visiting my Wenxiu. You won't have to worry about anything else. I will take good care of my Wenxiu."

My Wenxiu, my Wenxiu, the therapist who was forced to eavesdrop on the call had a toothache.

The meaning of this statement was obvious: Tom Riddle no longer needed Lucius, and he should leave tactfully.

In order to prevent Lucius from really being ungrateful and pretending to be stupid, Tom Riddle shook the hand holding the wand slightly, and strands of magic power flowed into the tip of the wand.

The mark on his left arm began to swell and heat up, and the fine burning pain gradually intensified. Lucius averted his eyes from the man in front of him who looked normal, and his flushed face turned visibly pale again.

The pain caused cold sweat to seep from his forehead and back, and no matter how reluctant Lucius was, he had to pretend to be polite and unfamiliar with the man.

"Since Mr. Voldemort is here, it is indeed not convenient now. I will come to see Wen Xiu another day."

Calling his name in front of Voldemort himself was a bit too much for Lucius.

The cold sweat that had not yet subsided broke out again when Tom Riddle's gaze turned towards him.

If Lucius took off his coat now, he would definitely feel very cold.

Because the shirt was wet with sweat, a slight breeze was a sure-fire way to cool down.

The therapist didn't understand the twists and turns in their conversation, and immediately urged Lucius to leave after the two exchanged greetings.

It's okay to offend a wealthy noble, but it's not okay to offend the evil star Voldemort.

Not to mention that standing next to Voldemort was the love-brained Vinciu Lord.

Ever since the two got engaged, Vince Lord has spent a lot of money on Voldemort, and his reputation as a love-brained person has spread to the Muggle society.

In the past two years, a secret has been passed on by word of mouth among the upper class nobles and capitalists in Muggle society. It is said that there is a mysterious noble who searches for strange and bizarre things all over the world in order to make his partner happy.

As long as the mysterious man's partner has something in his hand that catches his eye, the money that the mysterious man casually drops from his fingers is enough for a small noble to live a rich life.

This is the case in Muggle society, not to mention the wizarding world.

【Wenxiu Lord is a love-brained person! 】

From centenarians to children just beginning to remember, everyone knows about this.

Not only do they know, but everyone who mentions it will have a look of regret on their face, and some will even be so sad that they can't sleep well for several days.

Staring at the two people who were leaving, Tom Riddle didn't take this insignificant episode to heart.

After making sure the two had gone far away, he covered the visiting window on the door and closed the window curtains.

Turning around and staring at the unconscious Venthu Lord on the hospital bed, Tom Riddle walked to the bedside and sat down, his raised hand suspended in mid-air.

After hesitating for a moment, Tom Riddle raised his wand and cast spells on all four walls, ceiling and floor to prevent peeping, eavesdropping and perception.

After making the room impregnable, Tom Riddle decisively lifted the quilt covering Vincent Lord.

Throwing it aside, Tom Riddle gently and carefully helped Vinciu Lord up and held him in his arms, just like the young man did when he was awake.

(…some unspeakable process of draining water…)

The silver-haired young man in a coma would not feel shy or embarrassed, but the sober Tom Riddle was still a guy who was not sure whether he could do it in some aspects.

When the therapist gave this job to him, he took it like a fish in water and performed it more smoothly than if the therapist had done it himself.

As he picked up Wenxiu Lord and laid him down, Tom Riddle frowned, "Wenxiu seems to have lost a lot of weight."

The young man was laid flat on the white bed, and the originally loose hospital gown became much larger.

His collarbone was obviously protruding, and his cheeks had lost their soft flesh, making him look too thin and fragile.

Also, because he had just been fed a blood-replenishing potion, the silver-haired young man looked much better, and his skin rose and fell with his steady breathing, like a breathing porcelain doll.

The eyelashes cast two shadows on the cheekbones, and this picture fell into Tom Riddle's eyes, making him feel inexplicably glaring.

The two shadows were like the silver-haired young man's tear marks that could not be erased, foreshadowing what he had done that was irreversible.

Tom Riddle's fingertips lightly touched the tear mark, and his red eyes slightly closed, carefully feeling the salty and bitter taste spreading from his fingertips.