The breeder of the mechanical age

Song Ying waited for Song Shi to come out for a long time, frowned, and opened the bedroom door angrily, hoping that someone would see his serious face and think about what he hadn't done yet.

The people in the bed were wrapped into a big cicada pupa, and they were not disturbed by Song Ying at all.

"Song Shi! Get up and cook!" Song Ying said leaning against the door.

Song Shi still didn't respond for a long time. Song Ying waited for a while, and stepped forward suspiciously. There was a big cicada chrysalis, and he couldn't see where the face was at all, so he reached out to lift Song Shi's bed, but was stunned.

Blushing, short of breath, frowning, Song Ying was puzzled, "Song Shi, what's wrong with you?"

"Uncomfortable..." Song Shi muttered vaguely to himself. He had never imagined that he really caught a cold. This kind of disease that only needed a dose of antibiotics in the thirtieth century would happen to him, but it was too late. It was too late, and at this moment, his mind seemed to be filled with a sponge, swollen, and almost squeezed all his thoughts to nowhere.

"Hmm..." Song Ying rubbed his chin, thinking about what it felt like to be uncomfortable, so he didn't feel it after a while, "Then what should I do? Where's my pumpkin porridge?"

Song Shi threw off the quilt with a bang, his face was red, his hair was disheveled, his eyes were red, and he looked very pitiful, "Go to your pumpkin porridge, I just know how to eat it!" Song Shijue pursed his mouth and sniffed, Uncomfortable tears flowed down.

This is definitely not sad, but a reflection of Song Shi’s cold since he was a child, especially when he saw the sun or talked into other people’s eyes, tears would flow down uncontrollably. Song Shi hated this symptom very much. He wiped the tears from his face with his sleeves, and fell down on the quilt again in a daze.

Song Ying stepped forward and touched the tears on Song Shi's face, remembering that human beings only shed tears when they are sad, but why should Song Shi be sad?Is it really so sad to cook a pumpkin porridge?Or was it sad that he didn't agree to help him fight just now?Well, that must be the case.

"Okay, I promise you to go to that city." You should be satisfied now, right?Song Ying put her hand in, waiting for someone to jump up happily.

But Song Shi disappointed him, he didn't jump up, he didn't smile happily, and he didn't react in any way.

"Hey-hey-I promised you, don't be so-willful, okay?" Song Ying pushed the person on the quilt, feeling depressed, seeing that the person didn't respond, Song Ying got angry and stretched out her hand Pull up the person on the quilt.

Song Shi fell into Song Ying's arms almost smoothly like this, his whole body was limp, his head seemed to explode, and he rubbed against Song Ying's warm chest twice, "Song Ying."

Song Ying wanted to support Song Shi, and used both hands, one to wrap around Song Shi's waist, and the other to press his back, so as to prevent this person from falling down. Song Ying was annoyed when Song Shi called out , that protracted ending sound, like a pitiful tone, really made Song Ying unable to reflect.

"I'm not feeling well, it's so uncomfortable..." Song Shi said while pawing at Song Ying's clothes with his weak hands.

"What does it feel like to be uncomfortable?"

"Hmm..." Song Shi thought, curling the corners of his mouth, and his lips were dyed a touch of bright red, "It's probably like, when you don't have an energy box, you can't move your whole body, it's very uncomfortable."

"Oh." Song Ying understood, looked at the person in his arms, then carefully put the person on the quilt again, and realized that the person stopped talking, Song Ying somehow felt very uncomfortable!Yes, it's uncomfortable, even worse than the one without the energy box.

"Song Shi, Song Shi." Song Ying called.

Song Shi felt that the voice had drifted far, far away. He was hot and cold, his nose was sore, and he suddenly missed the 21st century, shrugged his nose, and buried himself under the blanket.

No one came by his side for a long time, it was cold, he missed Song Ying, at least with him around, he would not be so lonely.

Suddenly a warm current poured into his body, Song Shi didn't have time to react, so he moved closer to embrace the source of warmth.

"What are you going to do?" Song Ying looked at the doctor he had invited and said, while hugging Song Shi who seemed afraid of the cold in his arms, he stared at the small needle hole in the doctor's hand.

"He's so burned that he can't take antibiotics, so he'll have to get an injection." The doctor said as a matter of course, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to step forward, but was stopped by Song Ying's cold stare. He took a step back, and couldn't help laughing , I was actually afraid of a robot, so I coughed lightly to cover up my embarrassment and said, "If you don't get an injection quickly, you will easily be infected with other viruses."

Song Ying thought about how watery the man's words were, "The pinhole is so big, it hurts to pierce it in!" He looked at Song Shi and said, and then touched Song Shi's white and tender arm.

The doctor twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at his own pinholes. The invisible pinholes newly invented in the [-]th century are thinner than hair, and after being injected into the human body, the pinholes will automatically ablate without pulling out. Leaving no wounds, and at this moment this new technology was actually suspected by a robot, he was speechless to the extreme, and took a long time to swallow his breath, Xindao is the most important doctor, medical ethics and patience are indispensable.

So he said slowly, "Don't worry, I promise it won't hurt."

Song Yingni glanced at him, obviously not convinced, "You try first." He tapped the needle hole on the doctor's hand with his strong jaw.

"I'll try?" The doctor was stunned for a moment, and slapped his thigh fiercely. What a crime, he just received a call from this company to come for an injection!

"Okay, if he keeps talking, he will burn his brain out. Look, his face is flushed like this, and his breathing is heavy. It is obvious that he is about to die. If you don't let him give him an injection, what will happen?" The doctor said leisurely and awe-inspiring, if you can't be soft, you can be hard.

Sure enough, Song Ying was frightened, without any hesitation, he held Song Shi's arm and stretched it out in front of the doctor, his face was full of seriousness, and he shouted directly in an unhappy tone: "Then why are you still talking nonsense here, hurry up! "

Who is that nonsense!The doctor clutched his heart in pain, gave the injection quickly, took the money, turned around and left without hesitation, and he decided that he would never come to this house from now on, no, not here.

Song Ying looked at the man who quickly recovered his complexion with satisfaction, and couldn't help but rejoice for his decision. Fortunately, the call was early, and it was also fortunate that he would ask the person in the next room for a doctor.

Touching Song Shi's forehead, he felt that the temperature was better, and then covered him with a tight quilt, Song Ying breathed a sigh of relief, and after a long while, moved into the quilt again, looking at the person approaching like an octopus, Showing a faint smile, Song Shi, who was still not uncomfortable, looked comfortable.