Heartthrob NPC he just wants to cook

The call request rang more than a dozen times, and was finally connected a second before the natural hang-up.

"Talk about something. There will be an operation later." The words on the other side of Guangnao were as calm and concise as ever, and there was a lot of noise in the background. A doctor called the bed number loudly, followed by a few hurried running sounds.

Feng He has long been used to Doctor Feng's personality, and he briefly described Li Qiu's situation, saying: "It may be due to overuse of abilities."

The middle-aged man opposite the light brain thought for a moment.

"Send you the second medicine, it may not work, but there will be no side effects."

"Okay, I'll give him a try first. Thank you." Feng He responded.

Someone yelled "Doctor Feng", the middle-aged man answered and hung up the call.

After a while, Doctor Feng really sent a message:

YMT035782, YMC421681.

Two strings of serial numbers, Feng He can confirm their functions at a glance.One for pain relief and one for mental suppression.

He helped Li Qiu to press the quilt, and touched Li Qiu's cheek with the back of his hand, it was cold.The young boy who had always been cautious and sensitive finally let go of all his defenses after losing consciousness, but the slight crease between his brows could not be smoothed out.

Sighing lightly, he returned to his room and took out a safe from the hidden compartment behind the bed.

Click.

The safe was opened, and what was inside was not gold or silver, let alone top-secret information.

It is divided into three layers, and each layer is densely packed with forty or fifty bottles of small white cans with labels.Feng He found two bottles of medicine jars according to the number on the message, and put them together in his coat pocket.

These pills were specially formulated by his parents to help him suppress his illness, and there were various types and dosages.

The label number is the personal notation that parents have always been used to, and each English word and number represents the corresponding connotation.Behind the nine characters hide their efficacy, ingredients and dosage.

Re-lock the other medicine canisters back into the safe, and everything is back in its place.

He poured a glass of water, went into the Liqiu room, took some effort to swallow the pills for him.

There was a slit in the curtains in the room, and a ray of sunlight squeezed into the room, just hitting Li Qiu's sleeping face.It didn't take long for the medicine to work on Liqiu.

The young man's face gradually eased, and his body temperature gradually returned, but he never woke up.

Every time he stayed by Liqiu's bed, he didn't have the heart to look for dinner.As the moon rose and the sun set, the boy didn't wake up, and he didn't dare to leave, so he leaned against the head of the bed and closed his eyes to rest.

It was two days after Li Qiu opened his eyes again.

"Are you awake?" A man's voice rang in his ears.

The young man was dazed, and subconsciously touched his ears.

Ah, the earmuffs are still there, and the length of the tail has shrunk back, turning into a ball of white fur and hiding it in the coat.

He turned his head and saw Fenghe standing in front of the window, blocking all the glare of the sun.

A bowl of porridge was placed on the bedside table, Li Qiu was helped to sit up from the bed, leaning against the head of the bed, Director Feng personally brought the warm porridge to him.

"Don't worry, I didn't peek." Feng He swept away the gloom and fatigue of the past few days, smiled and rubbed Li Qiu's head lightly, and asked, "How does your body feel, is there any discomfort?"

"It's okay." Li Qiu replied in a low voice. He took the porridge, took a sip, and said, "Thank you."

"This sentence should be from me," Feng He smiled, "You don't have to force yourself like this next time. I grew up with this disease, and I have a way to deal with it."

Li Qiu didn't answer, he knew that Feng He would have his own way to deal with the disease, otherwise he would not be able to become the director of Haicheng Prison as a patient.

But if this "method" has no side effects and does not cause any pain, then there will not be so many patients suffering from the disease in the detention center, and Fenghe will not need to spend so much time and energy close to himself.

He is clear.

Li Qiu drank half a bowl of porridge and felt that the taste was too bland, so he didn't want to drink the rest.

"By the way. Blue Star is quite famous for its natural scenery, and Haicheng's sea view is one place. When will we go for a stroll together?"

"Sea view?" Li Qiu asked.He had never seen the sea in his hometown, so he was somewhat interested.

"Well, it just so happens that I asked for a few more days off this time."

Asking for leave, Liqiu recalled that he had only dealt with the patients in the second-level ward of the supervision center on the day he fell into a coma, and he had not seen more patients in the third-level ward.

"When will the rest of the patients be treated?"

"..."

Feng He was expressionless: "Why do I feel that you are more like the director than me?"

Director Feng, who had been absent from work many times since he took office, sighed. The reason why he suggested going out for fun was to let Li Qiu temporarily forget about work.

"It's okay to help, but don't put too much pressure on yourself. It's the supervisor's responsibility to deal with patients, not yours," he said.

"No." Li Qiu tugged at the corner of his clothes and whispered, "I'm just hungry."

Feng He's train of thought got stuck.

A chuckle.

"Okay, just hungry."

He looked at the young boy who had regained his vigor and vigor, and it was like a clear spring flowing through his heart, quiet and satisfied.

Li Qiu wanted to "hunt" and eat, but he had no reason to stop him, he could only check him carefully, and told him over and over again on the way that he could only eat until he was full.

All kinds of suspension vehicles come and go on the road, and occasionally a few large airships can be seen leaving Haicheng in the sky.

Feng He followed Li Qiu's gaze and saw those large airships with huge federal logos printed on them.

"That's a cargo airship."

"A transporter?" Li Qiu asked with his head tilted.

"Yeah." Feng He didn't explain too much, and turned to mention another matter to Li Qiu: "The staff in the institute have been inquiring about your affairs every day for the past few days, so make mental preparations in advance, everyone may be very enthusiastic, Remember to follow me then."

"Okay." Li Qiu nodded in response.

They drive a two-seater suspension vehicle that can be parked directly around the base without going down to the parking lot.When the two got out of the car, Feng He's optical brain suddenly sounded a call request.

He stopped and raised his eyebrows when he saw the caller ID on the optical brain.

"Hello?...Ah, it turned out to be Mr. Mu, but I remember, there are still a few days before the handover time we agreed on?"

"...Huh? Looking for him?...Okay, let me ask for you."

"Mu Caizhe's father," Feng He said to Li Qiu with his brain turned off for the time being, "He said that Young Master Mu was arguing to see you and wanted you to help him perform 'hypnosis' again."

Liqiu was puzzled, the patient was mentally unstable, and he could understand a lot of useless emotions that needed to be cleared.But Young Master Mu is just an ordinary person, not a patient, so why does he need his own "hypnosis"?

"According to him, Young Master Mu suffers from insomnia all year round, and sleeping pills don't work. If you don't want to go, I can recommend some real psychologists and hypnotists for them."

"You want me to go?" Li Qiu asked.

Feng He hesitated for a moment, and said honestly: "Their family's business is doing well, and they have a wide network of contacts. Maybe they will be useful in the future, but this is just what I want to do, and it's not necessary for them. You don't have to think about these , just do it according to your own ideas.”