Invade

"Doctor, how are you?"

Sith watched Lancer approaching the doctor coldly, and listened carefully by pricking up his ears silently.

The thing is like this, last night Sith and Qin Jing were drunk and wanted to have sex, but Sith noticed that Qin Jing had a high fever when they were about to kick the door.He woke up most of the time, wet two towels to help Qin Jing cool down, and was about to ask Lancer for some antipyretics, but the bad thing happened was that he left Qin Jing upstairs alone—— Lancer Hearing that Qin Jing had a fever, he looked at Sith in horror. He obviously felt that the man in front of him had such a terrifying combat power, so he handed him the antipyretic and anti-inflammatory medicine in a hurry, and then followed Diandian upstairs.

The moment the door was opened, Sith and Lancer were startled at the same time.

Qin Jing vomited all over the floor lying on the bedside, still clutching the towel that Sith had just applied to his forehead in his hand. Hearing the sound of the door, Qin Jing weakly raised his head, and before he could say anything, he She slumped limply on the edge of the bed, motionless.

Lancer immediately turned his head and looked at Sith in shock: "You, you put him—"

Sith didn't have time to listen to his nonsense, and he didn't have time to explain to him that the current situation had nothing to do with him. He ordered "send to the hospital" concisely, and then picked him up.

Then, Lancer drove Qin Jing and Sith to the hospital in his own car, and watched Qin Jing being pushed into the emergency room with Sith in the corridor.

An hour later, Qin Jing was pushed out, and that is now.

"It's just an ordinary fever." The white coat pushed his glasses, frowning tightly, "But the patient's physical condition is a little special..."

Lancer suddenly became nervous: "What's wrong with him?"

"The patient's immune system is very poor." The white coat rubbed his temples, with a confused expression, "His immune system seems to be worse than that of a baby. To give an inappropriate example, fever is a common occurrence for ordinary people. For him It's rare, it's...serious."

"Very serious?" Lancer lost his voice. "Doctor, how is he now?"

"It has stabilized temporarily." The white coat pondered, "You still have to pay attention to the patient's condition, and call the nurse if there is anything wrong."

"Good good..."

Lancer responded over there, and Sith had already turned and walked into the ward——Qin Jing was lying on the white hospital bed, with no blood on his face, and even his breathing was barely audible.

Sith put Qin Jinglu's hand that was exposed outside the quilt into it. His hand was colder than his own, as if it was put in the freezer and taken out again, making people shiver uncontrollably.

"You...is his boyfriend?" Lancer walked behind Sith at some point and asked him softly.

Sith didn't look back, just looked at Qin Jing quietly, and said in a low voice, "I'm not."

Lancer narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, then changed the way of asking: "Isn't it a boyfriend, is it a client?"

client.These two words caused Sith to lose his mind for a moment. All kinds of scenes flashed through his mind in the past week, and the increasingly intimate contact made him feel that the relationship between the two should not stop at the client. position, but in front of outsiders, he still couldn't confidently say that he was Qin Jing's legitimate boyfriend.

Sith was silent for a while, then said, "Yes."

Lancer smiled knowingly: "Doesn't it feel very good?"

"You're his client too?" Sith turned to Lancer.

"It used to be." Lancer touched his chin, "Xiao Jing is a very good person, very dedicated, and dedicated to every client."

Sith had a weird expression on his face, no matter how he heard it, he felt that Lancer was praising his child.

"By the way." Lancer stopped talking and tilted his head to look at Sith, "You are also from another world?"

Sith was slightly taken aback, and turned to look at him, with a scrutiny in his eyes, as if he had heard the term alien for the first time.

Lancer waved his hand: "Being in the border town is not like being in the human world. People from other worlds are not so conspicuous, so you don't need to care too much about your identity..."

He was still explaining something, but Sith seemed to turn a deaf ear to him. After looking at Lancer for a moment, he turned his head back to look at the scene again. Some images in his mind gradually became clear—he seemed to have seen Lancer, but in where?

The person on the bed suddenly coughed violently, as if he was about to cough up his internal organs, accompanied by a few bellows-like gasps, Sith was startled, and was caught by him as soon as he supported Qin Jing who was lying on the bed Spit all over.

"...Yes, I'm sorry." Qin Jing obviously didn't expect that Sith would come to help him, and he said with a hoarse voice, "Sorry, I got sick on the last day, I will convert the time into gold coins and return it to—"

Sith blocked his mouth with a water glass with a bad face: "gargle!"

The young man who was yelled at suddenly shrunk his neck palely, and in a blink of an eye, he saw Lancer standing on one side, as if he saw a savior: "Take Mr. Sith to buy some clothes and put on... I am okay."

Sith's complexion became even worse, and he pinched his chin directly: "What did you call me?"

"Mr. Sith..."

Sith was so angry at his bewildered look that he had nowhere to vent his anger, but he couldn't explain why he was angry for a short time, so he temporarily blamed it on the fact that the two of them failed to spend the spring night together, then grabbed the water glass and headed out of the ward go.

It wasn't until Sith's back completely disappeared at the door of the ward that Qin Jing put away his flustered expression, and his whole body suddenly became more depressed, and he slumped sickly by the bed.

Lancer raised his eyebrows: "Why are you pretending to be pitiful on purpose?"

"I'm dizzy...you talk less." Qin Jing said weakly, "If he doesn't pretend to be pitiful, his attention will always be on his illness...he will definitely be worried."

"Tut tsk tsk." Lancer pulled out the stool and sat on the side of the bed, "I can't see it, is there something really wrong between you two?"

Qin Jing was speechless at his attitude of watching the show: "I'm really dizzy."

"Tell me, what stage has it developed?" Lancer kept winking at him.

Qin Jing fell back into the pillow.

"I said..." Lan Se pushed him lightly, but Qin Jing remained motionless, he held his breath immediately, and pushed Qin Jing again, but the latter was still silent.

Lancer opened his eyes wide, and rushed to the corridor in one stride: "Doctor! Doctor, help me!"

……

"What's the matter?"

Hagrid wanted to speak directly, but he stopped talking when he heard Sith's tone, and asked cautiously, "Are you okay?"

Sith frowned, looked around, and after confirming that there was no one around, he turned to the imprint on his fingertips: "Xiaojing has a fever."

"..." Hagrid was speechless for a moment, "Brother, how long will you be ambiguous with him? Come back as soon as the matter is settled, there are so many things to deal with, you can't stay in the border town all the time."

Sith's mood was not very peaceful, and it became even worse after Hagrid talked about the pain: "What's the matter with you?"

Hagrid pursed his lips, and said deliberately sourly: "It's not Xiaojing's business."

Hearing the word Xiaojing, Sisi silently glanced in the direction of the ward, and responded perfunctorily.

"I said you are not." Hagrid was going crazy over there, "Wake up, this is not the time to talk about love!"

Sith lightly pinched the imprint: "Speak business."

"Hey brother, don't be impulsive." After finally contacting Sith, he couldn't let him hang up the phone, Hagrid cleared his throat, "Do you remember the pile of information I found last time?"

Sith hummed, but his eyes were still glued to the direction of the ward, not knowing how Qin Jing was doing now.

"In those materials, I found a person named Qin Yan." Hagrid said, "I entrusted many people to investigate, and finally found out very few clues."

Hearing Qin Yan's name, Sith finally turned his gaze back, his face a bit solemn: "You say."

Hagrid said seriously: "If I'm not wrong, he and Qin Jing should be related by blood, but I don't know the relationship between the two...I have his photo here, and I will project it to you later."

Sith walked towards a place where no one was in the distance, and whispered as he walked, "Any other clues?"

"It is said that this person is weak and sickly, with extremely weak immunity." Hagrid considered his words, "I don't know if he is still alive."

Sith took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes: "What a coincidence."

"What a coincidence?" Hagrid asked strangely.

"The doctor said that Qin Jing's physical condition is also very bad, and his immunity is low, even worse than that of a baby." Sith said in a deep voice.

"..." Hagrid held his breath for a while, before saying in a daze, "What the hell is this..."

"Continue to investigate, and tell me immediately if you find any clues." Sith wanted to cut off the mark, but Hagrid desperately stopped him, "Wait a minute!"

"What else?"

"What is the relationship between the person in that photo and Qin Jing?" Hagrid frowned. "Any clues?"

Sith was silent for a long time, and said quietly: "I don't think the person in the photo is related to Qin Jing."

Hagrid was taken aback: "How?"

Sith looked towards the direction of the ward slowly, and said word by word: "I think that person is Qin Jing."