[Zhongyingmei] I want to dye my hair

"No~"

At 9:20, little Anqi woke up leisurely.

"Hey—are you awake?" Bruce reached out and stroked the soft top of the little girl's hair.

"Huh?" The little girl seemed to be in a daze, and she didn't seem to be fully awake. She raised her hand habitually to rub her sleepy eyes, but was stopped by Bruce.

"No, No, No..." Bruce grabbed the little girl's right wrist and pointed to the needle on it, "I can't move this hand."

"Hmm..." An Qi followed the infusion tube and saw the hanging bottle hanging above the bed, "What is that?"

"It's medicine. It's used to treat your stomach. Try to move as little as possible until the medicine runs out." Bruce glanced at the time, "You're hungry, I'll get you dinner."

As the richest man in Gotham, the ward that Bruce booked under his own group's name would naturally not be a similar room.The entire ward has a size of 100 square meters, and the configuration inside is almost like a luxury suite in a hotel.Refrigerators, microwave ovens, LCD TVs, leather sofas, broadband, water dispensers... everything, and 24-hour hot water baths and luxurious beds.

Little Angie didn't feel like she was in a hospital at all. She thought she was in Wayne Manor, but she just changed from the princess room she lived in to a smaller(?) room.

About half a minute later, Bruce took out the hot white rice porridge from the microwave.

The boiled white rice porridge is sticky and soft. Although no other ingredients have been added, the aroma of rice that comes out with the steaming heat cannot be concealed.

But even so, little Anqi didn't want to eat it.

When the little girl saw that Bruce had only brought over a bowl of plain porridge with no color, her little face turned into a bun with dissatisfaction.

Seeing the white rice porridge this night reminded her of the tasteless liquid food she had eaten in the laboratory before.

"I want a croissant."

——and Ah Fu’s cookies!

The little girl raised her head, her light-colored eyes stared at Bruce for a moment, feeling aggrieved.

"It's not suitable for you to eat that now. Let's have porridge tonight."

- don't drink!

The little girl had a face of refusal, and turned her head to the side, not looking at him.Like sulking.

Bruce was helpless and funny.But the little girl is sullen again, and there is only white rice porridge to drink tonight.

This is the menu prescribed by the doctor.Brewster deliberately asked the chef in the restaurant under the group's name to cook a pot, which was so delicate and delicious that it seemed to melt in the mouth.Although there is no nutrition, it is related to its good digestion.This time is suitable for little An Qi who is suffering from stomach pain.Bruce with an upset stomach ate this tonight.

"Hey, your current body is not suitable for eating other things. Drink the porridge first. As for the croissant... If possible, I will buy it for you tomorrow, and I will bring it together with the cookies that Ah Fu made before he left. Is it?"

--Okay?

"...Okay, okay."

As soon as she heard Ah Fu's cookies, the little girl pursed her mouth and thought about it. After hesitating for two seconds, she chose to reluctantly accept the tasteless white rice porridge tonight.

——All for Cookies!

After all, there is no solution to the charm of Ah Fu's cookies.

Seeing that the little girl nodded, Bruce sighed in his heart about the charm of cookies, then lifted the little girl up, stuffed two soft pillows behind her, and let her sit on the head of the bed.

Then, he adjusted the brackets attached to both sides of the big bed to form a small table, and put the white rice porridge on it.

Finally, after finishing everything, Bruce sat on the chair beside the bed and glanced at little Angie.

——"Let's eat."

This is the meaning in Bruce's eyes.

The little girl pursed her lips reluctantly, and just as she raised her right hand to hold the spoon, Bruce stopped her.

"Wait, try not to move this hand," Bruce said.

Angie had a needle in her right hand, and Bruce was afraid that if she was not careful, the needle buried on the back of her hand would puncture the wall of a blood vessel.That would not only require a new needle injection, but also suffer a lot.

——Then what should I eat?

"Then don't eat." After all, I only feel pain in my stomach, and I don't feel hungry.

"No." Bruce resolutely denied.

"But..." The reluctant little girl puffed her cheeks.

——and not allowed to move, and still had to eat.Why do you ask so much!

"..." After a moment of silence, Bruce sighed, "...Forget it, I'll feed you."

"Oh..." The little girl pouted in response.It looks even more reluctant than Bruce, who needs to be fed.

Bruce put down the unused table stand, and sat on the edge of the bed with the bowl in his hand.Bruce has a pair of pianist-like hands, and the slender fingers seem to be holding a piece of art rather than a porcelain bowl.

He stirred the rice porridge with the handle of the porcelain spoon, scooped out a full spoonful, and slowly brought it to the little girl's mouth.Our richest man in Gotham has obviously never done something like feeding people, and it's a little rusty.

Hmm...maybe it's a little embarrassing.

Because, An Qi just ate half a spoonful of porridge, and spit it out within half a second after putting it into her mouth.

Bruce: "You..."

"Hot~" the little girl said with an innocent and aggrieved face, sticking out her scalded tongue.

Bruce?

What else could Bruce do?

Pull out a few paper towels on the bedside table and wipe off the porridge on the quilt.Then scooped up a spoonful of porridge again.

However, this time he has experience.With a delicate expression on his face, he blew on the spoonful of porridge, feeling that the heat had cooled down, before sending it to An Qi's mouth again.

An Qi also has a lot of experience, as if she was afraid of being burned, she opened her small mouth to test the temperature.After finding that it was not hot, he bit the spoon and swallowed the porridge into his mouth.

However, because Bruce scooped up too much porridge and Angie's mouth was small, several grains of rice inevitably leaked out, sticking to her face and falling on the quilt.

Feeling the itching around her lips, the little girl stretched out her tongue and licked it, the tip of her tongue curled up, and the sticky grains of rice sticking to her mouth were swallowed by her.

"..." Bruce stopped in mid-air with his hand holding the tissue, "Don't do this, it's unsanitary."

"Oh." The little girl replied faintly, not sure if she listened or not.

"..." Bruce sighed inwardly.I don't know if it's an illusion, but he felt that he sighed a lot in the past two days.

Thinking of this, Bruce sighed again, and wiped away the rice grains dripping on the quilt.

A bowl of porridge only feeds two mouthfuls, let's continue.

—A long way to go, Bruce Wayne.

Master Wayne said this to himself... He also randomly quoted an old Chinese saying.

……

I don't know that Bruce's comforting words in the end have worked.

After feeding a bowl of porridge, Bruce went from unfamiliar to proficient.In the beginning, the rice grains would leak out, and the spoon accidentally knocked on little Anqi's small front tooth, but later on, the amount was moderate, and the force was appropriate.

After feeding the last mouthful of porridge, Bruce asked Angie, "Do you want to eat more?"

"No more." Little An Qi shook her head.

This bowl of porridge is not too big or too small, enough for little An Qi's dinner.After all, she didn't feel hungry at first.

"OK..." Bruce just put away the bowl, heaved a sigh of relief as if he had completed some difficult task.

After a while, the medicine bottle was almost empty, and Bruce rang the service bell.

I thought it was the nurse on duty who came to pull out the needle, but the person who came was the young doctor who was in charge of Angel before.

"Doctor Vicias." Bruce raised an eyebrow.

"Belil." The handsome and handsome young doctor who looked like Eurasian pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and corrected him expressionlessly, "I'm used to being called by my name."

"OK, Dr. Beryl."

Bruce changed his words graciously, and the doctor seemed satisfied.He also patiently answered Bruce's doubts just now, regardless of whether he could react or not, he left the sentence "I am on duty today," and turned to look at little Angie.

"Hey, little...girl." Beryl finally called little Angie that way.When the originally expressionless, abstinent and aloof young doctor faced little An Qi, an iceberg instantly melted.The corners of his mouth raised a slight arc that he thought was kind and friendly, and the pair of silver-gray eyes that did not resemble human eyes behind the reflective lenses also revealed an inexplicable... kindness?

It's like an elder looking at his own cubs.

Wait...why a cub?

This question remains unanswered for now.

But he was indeed patient and gentle with Angie.I don't know if it is because of the contrasting personality developed in the profession of pediatrics.

"..." An Qi blinked and looked at him silently.In the light-colored eyes, as if the two met for the first time, they were curious and ignorant, with a little inexplicable doubt.As if to say—who is he?

The young doctor seemed to see Angie's question, and smiled slightly: "I'm Beryl, you can call me Uncle Beryl."

"Bailey...uncle...uncle?" The little girl tilted her head, imitating his words.

"It's Belial."

"Belier." This time the call was correct.The elegant doctor rubbed the girl's soft hair as a reward.

"Is your stomach still hurting?"

"..." The little girl felt it carefully. Although her stomach was still aching, but the pain was within her tolerance range, so she replied to him: "It's much better."

"That's good." Dr. Beryl glanced at the little girl's belly covered by the quilt, and his gaze was fixed, as if he could see something through the quilt.

"Observe here for one night. If there is nothing wrong, you can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow."

"...Thank you?" The little girl said tentatively.It seems that I am not sure if I should say that.

Dr. Beryl smiled, and he didn't know whether he accepted the little girl's thanks or didn't care at all.Just told her: "You can't eat spicy food in the future."

After finishing speaking, he squinted at Bruce beside him, and added, "Remember to pay attention to this."

It's just that the tone was cold, and it sounded like he was speaking to Bruce instead of Angie.After all, his very different attitude towards the two is too obvious.

In a few words, the potion in the hanging bottle was exhausted.Beryl leaned over and pulled out the needle for little Angie.His movements are skilled, and his fair and slender fingers are free from any calluses or other marks.These hands are not like those of a doctor, but more like those of a pampered rich man like Bruce.

But not all.A rich man like Bruce is also different, with a thick layer of calluses on his hands.

Withdrawing the needle, Beryl keenly saw an inconspicuous needle hole on Angie's slender arm.In his eyes, the pinholes on the pale little arms stood out.

"When was the blood drawn?" Beryl raised his eyebrows and asked Bruce, the silver-gray eyes behind the lenses narrowed slightly, seeming somewhat dissatisfied.

"Half an hour ago," Bruce said.

The person in charge of the hospital was afraid that An Qi might have some other undetected cause, so he thought it would be safer to do a blood test.

"En." Beryl responded lightly, without saying anything.He just rubbed her little head again and went out.

——What a polite little girl, I don't know which cub it is.

After closing the door, Dr. Beryl went straight to the laboratory downstairs.

The ward that An Qi lives in is a VIP ward for the rich. Not only are the rooms luxurious like hotel suites, but all the medical and examination equipment are also independent from ordinary patients and are dedicated to VIP customers.

"Doctor Vicias." Seeing Beryl enter the door, the laboratory technician on duty greeted him, and the latter just nodded reservedly.

"Where is the blood drawn half an hour ago by the little girl in room 06?"

"Oh, it's here." The analyst pointed to the only tube of blood on the table. He thought that Beryl was here to get the test results, and complained, "You have to wait a while. The dean said to do a full set Laboratory tests, so I haven't left work yet."

"You can leave work now," he said.The tone was flat, but inexplicably made people hear the command.

"Ah?" The laboratory technician was stunned for a moment, and in this moment of stupefaction, the handsome doctor who seemed to be of Eurasian race pushed his glasses in front of him, and the silver-gray eyes behind the lenses were indifferent and breathtaking.

Facing such a pair of unreal eyes, the laboratory technician turned from dazed to sluggish, as if he lost his mind from it.

"...Okay." The analyst said dully.Like a puppet without a soul, following Belial's wishes, he walked out of the laboratory under his indifferent gaze.

Belial glanced at a test tube of blood on the table, and the same mockery as in the ward just now appeared in his eyes.

——What results can such a simple test produce?Oh, stupid.

Beryl picked up the test tube and put it in the wide pocket of his white coat.

Before returning to the office, he went to the bathroom and poured the blood from the test tube into the sink to wash it away.

The sweet smell of blood made his eyes behind the lens slightly narrowed, and he subconsciously sniffed the smell.

"Huh?" The elegant and handsome young doctor in the mirror suddenly let out a little surprise.

"strangeness……"

"Why not?"

Belial didn't smell the same kind of smell in the blood, but the blood did have the breath of little Angie.But his perception is not wrong, that child is indeed their... little cub.

——What went wrong?

After Beryl rinsed the test tube, his slender fingers seemed to force it randomly, and the glass test tube burst.The shattered glass shards were extremely sharp, but they did not leave any marks in his hands.

And he himself waved his hand indifferently, and all the large and small glass shards in his hand fell into the trash can beside him.

"never mind."

I just heard him say this, and it sounded lazy and casual.

- He is lazy.

……

the other side.

After the needle was pulled out, little An Qi got out of bed and moved around for a while, then turned on the TV without a teacher.

However, the TV in the hospital needs to be tuned. When you turn it on, there are no cats and mice or Disney cartoons.

After staring at the TV commercial for a few minutes, little Angie was called by Bruce to wash up.

Bruce hands Angie her furry one-piece pajamas.This is what he called the secretary to buy, including a set of toiletries.Both are exactly the same as what Angie used in Wayne Manor.After all, he changed the place, he was afraid that the little girl would not get used to it.

It's rare for a big man to be so careful.However, perhaps, Bruce has a delicate heart.It's just that it's usually very subtle.

Twenty minutes later, little Anqi changed into a nightgown after washing up.New dad Bruce Wayne wiped her long, light-colored hair with a towel.

"Oh!" Little Anqi suddenly ducked her head.

"What's wrong?" Bruce paused.

"It hurts!" The little girl glared at him with puffy cheeks.

"Okay, I'll be lighter." Bruce said helplessly.

However, the little girl still felt that the pair of big hands above her head were ravaging her little head.

——A Fu rubs her hair without pain, and so does Dad.

The little girl thought about it resentfully.

But I have to say that the clown probably wouldn't be too gentle when he wiped Angie's hair.But whoever let someone have a daughter's 100-meter-thick filter may feel happy without saying anything if it hurts.

Bruce, who worked hard but was not read well, wiped little Angie's hair until it was half dry, picked up the hair dryer and started blowing her hair.

Maybe it's the first time I've blow-dried someone else's hair, and it's still so long.After the hair dryer was turned on, Bruce's face was directly covered by the fluttering hair.

"..."

Bruce?

With a helpless expression, Bruce pulled his hair off his face, ran down Angie's long hair with one hand, and dried her with a hair dryer in the other.

However, the process is the same as wiping hair, tortuous and bumpy.

Although Bruce's hands are slender and beautiful, his palms are full of calluses due to early training and years of fighting criminals in Gotham.When the fingers are running along the hair, the rough calluses will inevitably strangle the hair.

"Ah!!!" Little Angie cried out in pain again, but this time she didn't stare at Bruce anymore, and ran across the bed with her short legs clutching the back of her head.

"Come back." Bruce turned off the hair dryer, and carried him back with his long legs.

"Stop blowing, stop blowing." The little girl who was being carried struggled with her hands and feet, like a little cub with teeth and claws.

"My hair is dry, I can't sleep." Fearing that she would run away again, Bruce simply locked her in his arms this time, since his arms were long enough anyway.

"Well……"

The little girl pouted with lowered eyebrows.The little cub was depressed now, with his head drooping and his ears drooping.

- Wronged Baba.