The invulnerability of fast wear

The sky restaurant is a rather embarrassing existence.

For the current Wu Xie, no matter who invites him to dinner, it is an unwise gesture of favor, which will cause him to behave differently from ordinary people.

For example, eating an astonishing amount of star anise without knowing it.

It’s not that he wants to eat it, but the minced star anise is mixed with mushrooms. He really can’t tell the difference with the naked eye, but even if he eats it, the difference is not that big in terms of chewiness or texture of the pieces—— For a doctor who has lost his sense of taste, delicacies from mountains and seas are still dark dishes, except for the impact on human health that he cares about, there is no difference in the rest.

They all taste the same.

Same tasteless.

At this moment, facing the appetizers served, smelling the rich smell of onion soup, looking at the crystal clear caviar on the plate, he felt indifference that did not match the dishes.

On the surface, he still picked up the spoon and put a spoonful of hot soup into his mouth with the evening breeze on the semi-open rooftop.

"How does it taste?" Taking a sip of sparkling water, the man asked with concern, "Is it authentic?"

"Bai Shao treats guests never disappoint." The hot soup slipped into the esophagus, and the doctor squeezed the handle of the spoon calmly, "Western food doesn't matter whether it's authentic or not. For me, it's already delicious. A nice experience."

"As long as you like it."

Yin Bai seemed to be quite satisfied with his speech, and didn't say anything else. He only heard the sound of knives and forks. The doctor seriously dipped the caviar into the bread and finished eating, but he didn't drink too much onion soup. His reaction seemed to be Just like a normal person who has choices about the taste of food, he is generally no different from the "Wu Xie" Yin Bai knew in his impression.

While waiting for the side dishes, Wu Xie took the time to reply a few text messages.

Yin Zao has already been transferred from the intensive care unit. Although he is out of danger, his condition is still under observation. For some problems, it is not convenient for Chailin to talk to the general doctor, so he needs to seek his advice.

Yin Zao had an intracranial tumor. It was removed once a few years ago, but it recurred very quickly. It could only be controlled with drugs. Before entering the ICU, it was because of the sudden fainting caused by the tumor compressing blood vessels. According to the current situation, it is estimated that he will be in the hospital. After two to three months, adjuvant chemotherapy is given.

Chai Lin was inquiring about some details about chemotherapy in detail. After the doctor replied patiently, he received a thank you and did not post any new news.

He was about to put down his phone and take a sip of white wine, but the phone screen suddenly lit up.

——Teacher, I drew a new follow-up.

BY Yin Song

Calmly pressing the off-screen button, the blacked-out screen didn't arouse the vigilance of the man opposite.

Probably because he felt that the atmosphere was suitable, the man narrowed his gray eyes slightly, and began to chat with the doctor about the dishes. After talking about the dishes on the table, he reminded him seemingly insignificantly:

"Doctor Wu, you always call me so indifferently, and you always feel that it is too unfamiliar, as if we are not very familiar."

Wu Xie: ...I'm not familiar with it at all, big brother!

System: "Who are you, boss."

Once again, the inner thoughts and the system have reached a high degree of unity, but they can't be too obvious on the surface, so I can only suppress the urge to roll my eyes, and patiently accompany the other party to grind down:

"I have been with my husband for eight years, and the title has not changed." The doctor gently turned the crystal cup holder with his index finger and thumb, "Same as Bai Shao."

"Since you don't plan to change it, let me change it." The man crossed his fingers and looked at the person across the table with a smile on his face. "Ah Xie, how about I call you that?"

not so good.

The doctor showed a perfect smile, and nodded very lightly, as a default.

"You have been following Mr. all these years."

Yin Bai smiled subconsciously, watching the waiter change the plate and put the side dishes on the table:

"But I don't seem to like getting in touch with business very much. I remember that a few years ago, my husband wanted you to go to Wufu Road to help him with something, but you refused as soon as you asked. The whole Yin family, even I, dare not refute his face like this. The man stared at him quietly with highly transparent gray pupils, "Ah Xie, sir, I really love you."

"Sir, you are kind to the Wu family, but I'm just a doctor after all." The silver fork was caught in the bacon roll and twirled slightly. "A doctor should do a good job as a doctor. I don't want to know anything other than curing diseases and saving lives."

"Yeah, Ah Xie is always so focused that it's frightening." He opened his mouth to bite off the shellfish, and his lowered eyes made it difficult to see the emotion inside, "I don't know, if the husband is gone...you will still I will stay at the Yin family."

Facing the temptation thrown by Yin Bai, Wu Xie didn't accept the move, and swallowed the bacon roll without any sense of taste. He used a knife to pick the shellfish, as if he was indulging in the food in front of him, and didn't take the words of the other party into consideration. Take it to heart.

"A Xie." But the other party didn't seem to want to give him a chance to escape, so he repeated it with an emphatic tone, "If the master is gone, will you stay at the Yin family?"

The doctor slowly raised his head, and his pupils peeping into the night met the sea of ​​stars hiding the Milky Way. This was the first time since the two of them sat at this long table that they had direct and unabashed eye contact.

The phone screen lights up again, and a message scrolls through the reduced browsing floating window.

——Teacher, I'm a little dizzy.

BY Yin Song

After pressing off the screen, the doctor took the lead to look away, and his tone was completely uninterested and casual:

"I don't know, it depends on the situation."

"Depends on the situation?" The knife and fork cut open the bacon roll, and the root of the fork firmly nailed the meat roll to the plate, but Yin Bai let go of the knife and fork, wiped his hands with a white cloth, "Let me just say it directly, Axie. "

"I want to hire you to be my exclusive doctor." He folded his five fingers into a curved surface suitable for supporting his chin, with a relaxed expression, "I wonder if you have this intention?"

"I……"

"Don't rush to answer." He picked up the knife and fork again, with a smile on his face, "You can think about it slowly, and give me an answer after eating."

Yin Bai's smile was always like a perfectly smooth mask, even if he didn't mention any dangerous words, Wu Xie could still hear some unnecessary threats from his unfinished words.

The appetite that he didn't have at first faded quickly, and Wu Xie felt that he was almost full.

He didn't quite understand where Yin Bai's obsession with the original owner came from. Perhaps it was the special nature of the family doctor. Compared with outsiders who just served a certain employer, they got along more like relatives. Too many inappropriate ideas have been produced, so that every effort is made to get him.

In Wu Xie's view, Yin Zao's ending is a serious illness, and Yin Song and Yin Bai will have a fight...Although he has a vague premonition that the plot will allow the original owner and Yin Song to live ten years later, which shows that Yin Bai has not been involved in this process. It is very likely that the original owner was behind the killing of Yin Song, but he did not want to use emotional bonds to hang Yin Bai.

He has his own way to protect Yin Song under Yin Bai's hands, and the only person he wants to know is Mr. Yan. From the very beginning, he didn't intend to get entangled with Yin Bai like the original owner.

After clearing his mind, he was about to think of a reason to decline the other party, but the mobile phone on the table suddenly buzzed, and two words were displayed on the flickering screen.

—— Yin Song.

The doctor stared at the ringing phone for a few seconds, finally picked up the phone, slid down the answer button, and made a soft voice:

"Hey?"

"Teacher." The breath in the receiver was very close, with the shortness of breath unique to teenagers, and a warm and rustling electric sound, "Where are you?"

"I'm..." The doctor looked up at the man who had put down the knife and fork, and said calmly, "Eat."

Yin Bai looked at the person opposite who was unconsciously scratching the tablecloth with his index finger, and seemed to think this detail was very interesting, his gray eyes narrowed slightly, and he showed an inexplicable smile.

"Teacher, have you read the text message?" The boy asked, but quickly dropped the topic, "Teacher, I feel so uncomfortable, my forehead is very hot...Teacher, I seem to have a fever."

The doctor's expression changed, and he quickly asked:

"Fever? Have you measured it?"

"...Well, it's a little bit more than 39 degrees." The child's voice was a little wronged, "Teacher, can you come here, I'm so hot, I want to take a shower."

"No!" The doctor said harshly, "You wait for me at home, I'll be right back."

"Yeah." The coquettish voice became a little waxy, and the young man said softly, "Teacher, I'll wait for you."

Pushing away the dinner plate, the man hung up the phone and was about to get up, but was nailed to the spot by a sentence:

"Ah Xie, we haven't finished our meal yet."

"Sorry, Young Master Bai." Without a pause, he picked up his coat and put it in his arms, looking at him with bright black pupils, "Master has a fever, over 39 degrees, I have to go back and take care of him."

"The family doctor is really busy." Wiping his mouth with a tablecloth, the man nodded his head on the table and said, "Since we all want to go home, shall I see you?"

"...the side dishes have just arrived, Young Master Bai can continue to eat." The doctor said, "I can go back alone."

"This meal is for you alone." Throwing down the tablecloth, the man raised his sharp brows, squinting with slight dissatisfaction, "All the guests have left, what's the point of me eating here?" ?”

The doctor seemed to have nothing to say, the man stood up propped up on the table, his tall figure blocked the light reflected by the transparent window panel, and left this embarrassing place first.

……

The dark car window reflected a face with blurred light. The doctor had black eyes and black hair, but his skin was astonishingly white. At this moment, his long and sparse eyelashes covered the emotions in his eyes, so that others could not see his emotions.

In silence, Wu Xie had already started talking to the system in his mind.

"Yin Song's situation is very strange. When the healing rate increased before, he was auscultating me. It was the first intimate contact with me. But no matter how we get along after that, the progress value has not changed."

"The mission judgment is traceable, and the time is still long. The host can operate according to the follow-up prompts." The electronic voice seriously analyzed, "It may be because the host has not yet deeply understood Yin Song."

"Time is tight." Wu Xie corrected, "Based on Yin Zao's current situation, it is estimated that he will not be able to survive this winter. Yin Bai controls the economic power, and Chai Lin's position is also very ambiguous in the original description. If Yin is not cured as soon as possible Send, the situation after that will be very troublesome, and it will be very difficult to control."

"Indeed, if you rely on the host alone, it will be difficult to support yourself." The system said, "Chai Lin doesn't know if he can rely on it. The thing about the pocket watch before..."

"If he can do the pocket watch, it means he can be trusted." His eyes are slightly opened, and the black pupils reflect Gao Jian's old house of the Yin family. , it doesn’t matter if you don’t rely on Chailin.”

The current squeaked through in agreement.

"I remember being rewarded with medicines in that world in Yanshou?" The man frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about something, "I didn't have time to read it at the time, but I forgot about it later... You look for medicines to cure mental illness."

"It's a pill reward." The electronic audio and video was hidden behind something, and he replied after a while, "The host can watch it for himself."

A floating panel at an angle appeared in front of Wu Xie's eyes. From left to right, there were red, yellow and blue pills.

The red pill has the miraculous effect of curing any physical disease at the cost of losing one of the five senses; the yellow pill can instantly improve the strength of the muscles and bones, and lasts for 24 hours; the blue pill can kill people immediately without leaving any medicine trace.

Among these three items, none of them could be used by Yin Song.

Wu Xie sighed secretly, closed the browsing page, and asked the system to call out the camera shot sent by Yin.

The picture in the camera is very dark.

However, after he saw it clearly, his heart felt as if it had been grabbed by the sharp claws of a beast, and he almost stopped breathing.

The black-haired boy held the thermometer tightly and lay face down on the edge of the bed, as if he wanted to get out of bed, but he didn't know if he had no strength or what. He just maintained this awkward-looking movement and didn't move.

After the camera zoomed in, he could vaguely see his weak breathing.

"Young Master Bai."

When Yin Bai heard the doctor's clear voice, he suddenly looked over - this was the first time he heard Wu Xie speak to him on his own initiative this night.

"Can you make the driver go faster?" the doctor asked.

He just raised his eyebrows noncommittally at first, but when he saw the other party's unconsciously clenched fingers, he finally ignored his anxiety and said in a cold voice:

"Old Zhang, go back to the old house as soon as possible, drive as fast as you can."

The driver who received the order slammed the turntable, and at a sudden increase in speed, the doctor pressed his thumb against the tattoo between the eyebrows.

Various lights flashed across the dark eyes, and he saw the expression of the man looking over through the glass.

It was cold and mechanical, but unexpectedly, there was an incomprehensible warmth flowing through it.