I am straight!

Seconds, then lowered his head to observe the birds: "Well, it looks like the situation is not very good... Is there a veterinary hospital on this island?"

Senior Nasser nodded, still expressionless.

I was about to ask more questions, when I saw the tram coming slowly from a distance, and then stopped in front of me.

The senior didn't say much, and got into the car with the bird's nest in his arms, so I quickly followed.

There is no one else in the carriage except the two of us—I think so, after all, we are still on vacation, and it is seven o'clock in the morning, so most of them are asleep.

I thought about it and looked at Senior Nasser.

He was sitting right in front of me, still holding the bird's nest in his arms—he probably didn't have much contact with small animals, and the posture of holding the bird's nest was a bit strange, which made me want to laugh.

What a lovely person.

Compassionate and gentle, although more serious, but not very rigid.

I thought about it, moved a seat forward, sat beside him, and reached out to touch the head of the little bird in the nest in his arms.

— a little wet.

"Senior, it's better to warm them in your arms, they are shaking."

Senior Nasser looked at the three little birds expressionlessly, without moving.

...I don't think so, I don't know how to hug it.

I sighed, and simply picked up a bird and put it into the hoodie behind me: "Well, it should be warmer in the hood, put it in my arms, I'm afraid they will be squeezed to death."

The remaining two little birds were also put on the hoodie behind me, probably because it was warmer, so the little birds stopped shaking, but they chirped even more—probably because they were afraid that I would hurt them.

I took the mentality that it would be better when I matured it as if I didn't hear the noise close to my ears.

Senior Nasser looked at me with sharp eyes again - the hat behind me.

That kind of scrutiny, evaluation, and condescending eyes made me swallow my saliva involuntarily, and even the sitting posture became normal.

...But why do I always have the illusion that there are pink flowers floating around Mr. Nasser—ah no, this time there is a cute pink heart.

I rubbed my eyes, thinking that maybe I was too tired recently to have such an unreliable illusion.

The city center is not far from the Fairy Tale District, and it only takes four or ten minutes to take the tram, so during these four and ten minutes, I have been suffering from the sharp eyes of Senior Nasser - I feel like I am about to freeze from laughing.

When the tram stopped, I almost ran to get off. Senior Nasser followed me and got off immediately, and then took me to the pet hospital.

The veterinary hospital is right in the city center, a 10-minute walk away—and right next to my destination, Santa Maria General Hospital.

The veterinarian was an ordinary-looking young man. After examining the bird, he said that it would be fine with an injection and a rest, and it would be fine.

"Should I pick a birdcage or a cotton nest? That would be better."

The vet smiles and points to the pet paraphernalia in the corner.

The senior looked at the pile of pet accessories with cute animal patterns on his expressionless face, and took a few of them to pay—eh?It is obviously a bird, why does it take the food bowl for the dog?But having said that, that little pot is really cute...

Although I was a little puzzled, I didn't ask any questions after all. After finishing the injection with the little birds, I said goodbye to the senior.

The senior originally wanted to take me to the gate of the hospital, but I declined - after all, the birds still need to rest, so it's better to go back to the dormitory quickly.

After I refused with such an excuse, I went to the hospital by myself.

I queued up to register, then went to take X-rays, and then took the film to the orthopedic doctor.

The old doctor stared at the dark film for a while, which I could only understand roughly, and then smiled and raised his head and said to me who was so nervous that my head was covered with cold sweat: "Congratulations, your left hand is almost healed."

“…………………………You mean…”

"Just saying almost, although I allow you to play the violin with your left hand in the future, but remember not to practice for too long, don't practice for more than three hours in a row, and use hot water to compress when it's cold—well, and as long as No more big shocks—then in another month, you'll be truly healed."

"………………Very good!!!"

I jumped up in surprise, grabbed the doctor's hand and shook it vigorously.

"I thought it would take a long time for my left hand to heal!"

"It's because you protected your left hand very well, probably because you subconsciously protected your left arm when you were hit by a car, so it just broke in that situation."

I shook my head and touched the watch on my left wrist.

"Probably just a conditioned reflex. Now that I think about the car accident at that time, I still have lingering fears," I said with a wry smile, "I was already ready to play the violin with my right hand. I practiced it for a long time. Fortunately..."

"The other wounds on your body are almost healed, but the scar is still there-have you ever thought about removing the scar?"

"Not at all! Men, only having scars is called bravery!"

"Pfft, I don't know where I heard the remarks."

"Besides, man, why should the skin be so good?"

"Whatever you want, anyway, you have already paid the consultation fee, you can go."

"Yes~! My lord doctor!~"

"By the way, come back for a review next month."

"Understood!" I agreed readily, and I didn't even feel sorry for the next consultation fee - who made me so happy.

33. Brother, you are the cutest! ...

Because of the healing of my left hand, I feel refreshed and full of strength all over my body.

After counting the remaining living expenses, I decided to find a job first.

After all, I can't save money, and if there is a younger brother around to take care of my accounts-suddenly I miss my younger brother, because he can always give me a few big bills for no reason and let me buy what I want.

……… Having said that, the family is always struggling to make ends meet, but my younger brother never seems to be short of money. Every time I reach out to my younger brother for money, but my younger brother never reaches out to me for it.

...Where did the little brother get his money... Didn't you see him go out to work?Every time he is by my side, he goes wherever I go.

I suddenly realized that I don't seem to know much about my little brother's private life... Do I really have a good brother? !

Suddenly aware of this problem, I couldn't help but feel depressed—not even the newly healed brook could cheer me up.

Is it... It's time to call my brother?

I haven't contacted my little brother for a long time... except for the email I sent him before going to bed last night... I don't know if I received it.

I took out my mobile phone and stared at the number marked with my younger brother's name. After a while, I struggled to press the dial button.

For a few seconds after dialing the number, I felt uneasy—I didn’t hear the call from the other end of the phone until I got through, the little brother called as usual, without any difference—“Brother.”

"...Ha...ha...that...whisper...recently...ok, okay?"

"Well, I'm fine, don't worry."

"Cough, that's good, that's good."

"However, I feel a little uncomfortable recently."

"...Hey?! What? What's wrong?"

"Brother, don't worry, it's just a headache, and it's not that you are not used to the cooked food, so you eat less than before... just treat it as weight loss," he said as if thinking of something: "I had a bit of a cold two days ago, because brother, you always reminded me to bring clothes and an umbrella when you were at home. No one reminded me when you were away—it was raining, and I had a little fever, but don't worry, brother, I'm fine today Yo."

The younger brother was very considerate and comforted me for fear that I was worried—but I felt more and more that my brother was incompetent.

It really shouldn't be!

"Whisper... sorry..."

"Brother, you don't have to blame yourself," the younger brother chuckled over there, with a very pleasant voice: "I'm already very happy when my brother called me, but he hasn't contacted me all the time. I'm really worried and always absent-minded. , the last time I was in a daze in class, I was almost scolded by the head teacher."

"Uh, I'm sorry, because I've been busy lately..." I quickly apologized: "There's been no signal on the boat, and when I came to the island, I was busy with the sorting tests for new students..."

"...It's me who should say I'm sorry..." The younger brother's voice was a little guilty, and he said in a low voice: "It's my fault, knowing that you are busy, and complaining that you haven't contacted me for more than half a month...whether you want to talk to me or not?" Contact is your freedom, I seem to be too lenient...I'm sorry..."

"No, no! It's definitely not your fault!" I shook my head hastily.

"Well, I know brother, you won't blame me... just a little uneasy..." The younger brother was a little sad: "Because I dreamed that you didn't want me anymore, and I was annoying."

"No, no, no! How could I dislike whispering you! Don't think about it, okay?"

"Well... Maybe it's because I don't sleep with you, so I'm not used to it. I've been having nightmares lately... But I'm not wrong," the younger brother changed his tone, a little aggrieved: "Brother will definitely have a new one." My friend, maybe you will slowly forget about me..."

"No, although I have made new friends, whispering is the most important thing in my heart."

"really?"

"of course it's true!"

"Well, my brother is also the most important thing in my heart!" She acted like a baby in a low voice - it made my heart soft and comfortable.

Ah, my little brother is indeed the cutest!

"Hush, remember to drink a glass of milk before going to bed, it will make you sleep more comfortably, okay