[Zhongyingmei] I want to dye my hair

Little Anqi woke up with bouts of abdominal pain, accompanied by a stronger desire to defecate.

"Hmm..." The little girl rubbed her eyes and woke up for a few seconds before jumping up from the bed and rushing into the toilet like a cannonball.

"Gululu..." Little An Qi, who was sitting on the toilet and clutching her stomach, widened her eyes, as if she didn't understand why her stomach hurts at all, and she was gurgling.

In another room, the bathroom door opened.

Bruce came out clutching his uncomfortable stomach.

"Dangdangdang~" The phone on the table lit up, and the video call page popped up.

Bruce picked up his phone and glanced at it.It's Ah Fu.

"Good evening, master." Mr. Ah Fu appeared on the screen of the mobile phone. He was dressed in formal attire and was full of rigor.The background behind him is a translucent glass wall, and the figures on the other side of the wall are dangling around, seemingly very busy.

"Is there something wrong, Ah Fu." While speaking, Bruce lowered his hand covering his stomach indiscriminately.

"Oh, please forgive an elderly man who loves his family. How are you doing today? You and Miss Angie." Finally, Ah Fu emphasized.

"...Not bad." The handsome young man raised his eyebrows, "I took her to the restaurant you recommended today, and it tastes really good." As he spoke, his stomach ached, and he began to feel guilty for no reason.

"That's good." Ah Fu looked down at his watch, it was ten past seven. "Have you had your supper yet?"

"Not yet, I'm going." Bruce changed into a light-colored shirt and trousers, obviously deciding to still go out for dinner tonight.

"..." Ah Fu moved his mouth, obviously wanting to say something, but was stopped, "sir!"

"Please pay attention to safety on the road, master." With a word of advice, the two looked at each other and cut off the video.

Bruce looked at the time and knocked on Angie's door.

"knock knock"

"..." No one answered.

"knock knock"

"..." Still no one answered.

"Angie?" Bruce called out, and pushed the door open after seeing no response.

The delicate princess room exudes a strong sweet and lovely style. Bruce swept his eyes and saw the huge room at a glance.

"Angie?"

There was no one in the room, and Bruce strode over to lift the beige veil above the big bed. Except for a few plush toys, there was only a kicked-off quilt on the bed.

"Angie?!" Bruce's voice was louder this time.Someone in the metropolis couldn't help but listen to what happened.

"An Qi? Who is An Qi?" The little reporter who just got off work muttered.

"Click" the bathroom door opened a gap.

The little girl appeared silently like a ghost.

"So you're in the bathroom." Bruce glanced at the little girl's messy hair, and straightened her with his hands. "Go and change your clothes. We'll still go out for dinner today."

"..." The little girl lowered her head and didn't move.

"What's wrong?" Bruce asked.

"..." She didn't speak.

Bruce squatted down and looked at Angie, only then did he notice her abnormality.

The little girl's already pale face was now pale, her light-colored eyes were listless, and her messy blond hair hung down lifelessly, like weeds after late autumn.The whole person looked like he would faint at any moment.

"Oh, NoNoNo..." Although he had raised the first and second children, Bruce never bothered with Ah Fu.And because those two are solid boys, they seldom get sick, and later became Batman's Robin. His physical fitness can be said to be much stronger than ordinary people, and he is forbidden to fight.

Anyway, Bruce had never encountered such a situation.The subject was still such a small girl, like a crystal doll, as if it would shatter if he exerted force.

The new baby daddy, Bruce, has a baby claw. Since becoming Batman, it is the first time he has encountered such a thing that is out of his control. Now he can't care about his strong desire to control, and he is inexplicably nervous.

Fortunately, he has not forgotten his basic medical knowledge.

I touched the little girl's forehead, and found that there was a fine layer of cold sweat on it, not to mention a little fever.

"Some low-grade fever." Bruce quickly recalled where the antipyretics at home were, but the daily medicines except for wound medicine and bandages were taken care of by Ah Fu. Leaving Mr. Ah Fu was almost equivalent to being unable to take care of himself. Master Bruce only recalled a blank .

"Shit!" Bruce cursed in a low voice, turned around and pulled the light beige blanket from the bed, wrapped the little girl up and picked her up.

"I'll take you to the hospital."

After finishing speaking, Bruce strode downstairs, put him behind the co-pilot, and drove out of Wayne Manor.

Fortunately, in Gotham's night, there are gradually fewer people outside.

Bruce ignored the clamoring drag racers who were driving side by side with him on both sides of the sports car. After he called the hospital under the name of Wayne Group, he stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom.Being able to enter the garage of Wayne Manor is not only because of its expensive price, but also because of its speed!

"Om-!"

The silver sports car rushed out like an arrow flying from the string.All that's left is a lightning-like afterimage for the drag racers left behind, making them swear.

"Hmm..." The little girl tilted her head and made her first voice tonight.

"Are you okay, Angie?"

"Well," Little Anqi shook her head, "Not good."

--not good at all.

"Listen, we're almost at the hospital. Everything's going to be okay." Bruce reassured her, not very skillfully.

Turning around a corner, he saw the little girl's body also fell down due to inertia, so he stretched out his hand to hold her steady.

I was in a hurry just now and forgot to fasten her seat belt.

——It seems to be okay when you come out in the afternoon?

Forget it, take care of him!Go to the hospital first.

……

At the same time, the United Kingdom, which is far across the ocean from the United States, took a short break to drink a cup of black tea to relax, and Mr. Fu received such an email.

This is a ticket from the Gotham Department of Transportation.

His old man was speeding again.

Mr. A Fu, who was used to it as usual, skillfully opened the ticket payment website and began to pay the fine.

Before the payment page popped up, Ah Fu's hand paused.

The time on the ticket was 3:10 p.m.

Ah Fu frowned at this point in time, and clicked on the detailed information.After seeing the picture swiped out of the phone, Ah Fu frowned even tighter.

This is a picture captured by the speed camera.Although a little blurry, it is enough to see the license plate clearly.Ah Fu's finger clicked on the phone a few times, and the mysterious black technology belonging to the Batman made this photo change from "smooth" to "Blu-ray HD".

Ah Fu glanced at one big and one small behind the windshield, his left eyebrow raised.

"It seems that you have misunderstood what I said about lunch time, master." Ah Fu said to himself, and then his eyes were fixed, and the momentum around him was slightly scattered, and he was inexplicably dangerous.

— Have a meal.Don't put your child's seatbelt on.

Ah.

You have really "grown up".my lord.

……

"Hey——" the silver sports car stopped at the entrance of the hospital amidst screeching brakes.The dean, who had received the news a long time ago, came up with doctors from various departments.This is the benefit of being rich.After all, hospitals are owned by others.

"Mr. Wayne."

"Yeah." Bruce didn't bother to greet the dean, he just responded, went around the front of the car, opened the co-pilot's door, and hugged little Angie.

He glanced at the hospital bed that had become icy in the cold wind, wrapped the blanket on the little girl in his arms, and carried her straight into the hospital.

"Night sweats, some low-grade fever." Bruce walked briskly while telling the doctors who followed him about Angie's cause.

"What caused it?" asked a young pediatrician.

"I don't know." Bruce frowned and asked him, "Shouldn't this be your problem?"

If he knew why, he would be in such a hurry to send An Qi to the hospital?

"Indeed." The young doctor calmly pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, "But understanding the cause will save some useless examinations and save a lot of time, Mr. Wayne."

Finally walking to the door of the exclusive ward arranged for Angie, Bruce glanced at him, pushed the door open and went in.

"What do you want to know?"

"The child's daily activities. Detailed."

"She moves around the house almost all day, nothing special."

"Indeed, the lady does not look like she is suffering from the cold."

Seeing Angie being placed on the warm and soft big bed by Bruce, the doctor listened to the child's heart and lungs with a stethoscope while pushing aside.

The cold stethoscope was attached to the skin, and An Qi, who had been closing her eyes in a daze, opened her light-colored eyes to look at the doctor, without any precautions, only curious and doubtful.Like a ignorant little beast.

"Is there something wrong, miss?" He said blankly to Bruce, but smiled when facing Angie.Coupled with his delicate and clean face, he unexpectedly comforted people's hearts.

Hearing this, the little girl pursed her mouth in grievance, pressed her small hands on her stomach, and said weakly, "Stomach hurts."

--alright.Found the cause.

The doctor raised his eyebrows calmly, "Let's do a full abdominal CT."

After finishing speaking, his assistant squeezed away as if he had received an imperial edict, and pushed the hospital bed to take An Qi for a checkup.

"Mr. Wayne, I need to know what this lady ate today, in detail." The doctor stopped Bruce and said.

"..." Bruce frowned, "It's the same as usual, except cereal and..."

Bruce reached out and subconsciously covered his uncomfortable stomach, thinking of the fragrant and spicy Chongqing grilled fish.

"I took her to eat Chinese food today, and she really likes a grilled fish..."

"Spicy?" The doctor squinted at him.

"Yes."

- very spicy.

"Eat a lot?"

"……perhaps."

"Very well, I understand." The young man pushed his glasses, "Children's digestive system is weaker than that of adults, and they can't eat too much spicy food. They will suffer from abdominal pain and diarrhea, and may even cause enteritis and gastritis in severe cases."

"Get an IV first, take the medicine and observe for a while, and then do a color Doppler ultrasound. I hope the child is fine, otherwise the colonoscopy and gastroscopy will be too painful."

Fortunately, Angie is a lucky little girl.

After excessive spicy food, only abdominal pain and diarrhea, and no sequelae.

But the doctor still found out from the examination results that the little girl's digestive system was weaker than that of ordinary children.

Therefore, he especially emphasized after the doctor's order: "This lady's digestive system is weak, and all irritating foods should be avoided during the recovery period. Please be careful, don't let her touch any chili in the future."

"I'll pay attention." Bruce nodded with a tight lip line.

"hope so."

The glasses on the bridge of the doctor's nose flashed a white light, and the silver-gray eyes behind the glasses seemed to reveal condemnation and cold sarcasm.

——Bruce Wayne, the richest man in Gotham?

Ah.

Bruce: ...

What does this person mean?

Also at this time...

"Ding dong!" The phone rang.

It's Ah Fu's email.

Open it and see that the content is a high-definition photo of him speeding.Angie, the co-pilot, was circled with a red line.

A paragraph is attached below the photo: [Should I tell you the "exact" meal time again first, or should I remind you of driving safety first?master. 】

Bruce: ...