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Preliminary judgment shows that this man can read and is a master. If there is a fight, I have absolutely no chance of winning.

After I made sure that he was not injured at all, I smiled and gave him the order to evict: "Sir, I only accept treatment for players on the 150th floor and above. If you have nothing else, please don't leave." Is it okay to delay the precious treatment time of later patients?"

I have been observing his actions all the time. My right hand under the table has been hovering over the alarm button. If this man makes any unruly actions, I will call the security guards without hesitation.

Unexpectedly, he just stayed where he was and stared at me for a few seconds, then turned around, his smooth black hair drew a beautiful arc in the air, and the door was gently closed.

While I breathed a sigh of relief, I couldn't help but wonder why this man came here.

About half an hour later, he folded back again, holding in his hand a receipt proving that he had reached the 150th floor.

"..." I took this authentic certificate and kept the smile on my face, "Here, Mr. Yiermi, where did you get hurt?"

He still said the same sentence half an hour ago: "What did you drink for Qiya just now?"

I just returned the words unchanged: "If you have nothing else to do, please don't waste the precious treatment time of the patients later?"

I looked at Yiermi and blinked his dark eyes, and saw that he pulled out a delicate nail from his clothes and then waved it casually, and there was an additional line on his naked/exposed strong arm Wound: "Give me the water you gave Qiya just now."

To be honest, I am a little displeased. From the appearance and temperament, it is not difficult to see that Mr. Yiermi and Qiya should be related. If you care about him so much, why throw such a small child into the Sky Arena , and ordered him not to go home until he reached the 200th floor?

Now I don’t hesitate to make my own wounds to get the water I just gave Qiya for treatment. As a medical staff, I will naturally be responsible for the patient’s injuries. Will I still hurt Qiya?

Although my stomach kept slandering, the smile on my face did not diminish. After I motioned him to sit down, I took his wounded left hand, and then helped him put on disinfectant and red medicine, and said: " Judging by your physique, a wound of this level should scab off within a day or two, so please don’t worry.”

I thought that my repeated avoidance of his topic was enough to make Yi Ermi angry, so I was naturally ready to ring the alarm bell at any time.

But Yiermi didn't show any negative emotions like anger or dissatisfaction throughout the whole process, as if he was a robot that was precisely controlled, and he calmly repeated what I just said: "This kind of wound, isn't it?"

A bad premonition surged through my heart, and just as I was about to speak, I saw him pull out a slender nail with his right hand and then slam it into his left forearm, sinking the whole root, and then heard a "stab" , He kept the nail completely submerged and drew a very deep wound. He remained expressionless and innocent the whole time, as if the left hand was not his at all.

There was only a buffer period of a few seconds, and then blood rushed out of the wound as if the faucet had not been turned off tightly, dripping down, and soon formed a puddle of blood on the ground.

Although the period of morning sickness is almost over now, I still felt a strong nausea in my stomach. I suppressed the discomfort and said, "There's no need to hurt yourself just because of that glass of water, right?"

Elmi just said calmly: "Kiya's safety is more important than this arm."

Looking straight into his eyes, I didn't say anything more, just pulled his arm, and applied my healing thoughts to his wound, saying: "This is my ability of thoughts, and the glass of water just now is also the same. I have transformed it with my ability, but Qiya, is that your nephew? He still can’t read, if I use my ability directly, I’m afraid his body will not be able to bear it, so I gave him the glass of water, Generally, if the condition of the injured person is not too serious, I would not consider using my ability. It’s just that your nephew was seriously injured just now, and his entire hand will be crippled, do you know? How did you take care of your nephew? ?”

The qi in Yiermi's body is very strong, and the wound heals quickly. He kept silent and listened to me. At the end, he said, "Qi Ya is my younger brother."

I:"……"

That's not the point, is it? ? ?

Yi Ermi twisted his left hand, and after confirming that there would be no sequelae, he suddenly said: "There are not many people with the ability to heal the mind, do you want to consider working to beat the enemy's Hakka? The price can be negotiated."

Only now did I realize that Mr. Yiermi didn’t come here to find fault at all. He came here for the purpose of poaching the wall from the beginning. No wonder I didn’t want to use my ability several times and didn’t see him get angry.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I am very satisfied with the status quo of my work and can only regret to decline your invitation."

Il fans glanced at my slightly swollen abdomen, and said: "The work here is very busy. When you give birth to a child, you may not have extra energy to take care of him. The work of beating the enemy Hakka will be much easier. Mother also likes children very much, and will definitely treat him kindly. As for your husband, if he is willing, he can also come to beat the enemy Hakka together, and I will help him arrange a suitable job."

Before I came to work in the Sky Arena, the only person I came into contact with was Maggie, so I didn’t understand the value of the healing ability person. I also heard about beating the enemy Hakka, and now I am beating the enemy Hakka. The young master repeatedly threw out olive branches to me, and my heart was more or less settled.

I smiled and said, "Sir, if you have nothing else to do, please don't waste the precious treatment time of the patients later?"

Fortunately, Yiermi is not a person who likes to pester too much. Seeing that I persisted, he left the door without saying a word.

"The next patient, please come in."

It’s the weekend soon, and I’m taking a day off today. I think it’s sunny outside. It’s also written in the guide for pregnant women that Maggie brought me. Although pregnant women will be very heavy, it’s better to go for a walk outside when you have time.

With that thought in mind, I went out.

After wandering outside for a while, I entered a coffee shop. This is a coffee shop I often come to. The desserts in it are very delicious. People say that they are sour and spicy, but I just like sweets, so I can’t figure it out The idea of ​​this little baby in the stomach is gone.

I was sitting by the window, and a soft Love Story meets Viva LaVida was playing in the store. The lazy afternoon sun poured on me through the glass window, which made me feel tired, maybe it was the atmosphere in the store It was too peaceful, or maybe it was the drowsiness of pregnant women, so I couldn't help but want to take a nap.

Suddenly there was a "dong dong" knocking sound from the glass window next to it, like a bird in the jungle frightened by the sound of footsteps. face.

This kid, ever since he tasted the quick and convenient benefits of being treated by me, he will come to me again and again, and from time to time, he will walk by the snacks I hoarded on the table. few.

After entering the store, Qi Ya sat down next to me unceremoniously, took off his peaked cap and said, "You can actually find this dessert shop?"

This mouth is what the slightly ironic words mean, this damn poisonous boy.

I ignored it and asked, "Did you not play today?"

"Well, yes," he flipped through the menu, and said casually, "Anyway, I've made a lot of money, and my dad didn't stipulate when I should hit the [-]th floor, so I might as well just play freely."

"Oh, that's right," he seemed to think of something, and suddenly smiled innocently on his face, "Can the things I ordered be counted on Sister Linsha's bill?"

I:"……"

This kid, only at this time will he obediently call me sister, usually it is either "Hi" or "you".

I also pretended to be confused with him: "Why? Didn't you just say that you made a lot of money?"

"It's different. I'm still a child. Sister Linsha is an outstanding adult. Naturally, she won't care about me as a child, right?"

The rare flattery of the young master who beat the enemy Hakkas is all for this sake, I naturally have to give him a step down, so I waved my hand and let him go.

Seeing that I agreed, he stretched out his hand and called the waiter: "I want this, this, this, and this, well, the bill will be combined with this sister's."

I couldn't even roll his eyes at him: "Eat so much and be careful of diarrhea."

"No, but you, I saw that my mother never went to places like coffee shops when she was pregnant with my brother. Aren't you afraid that drinking too much coffee will cause a miscarriage?"

"You little brat," I pinched his white and tender cheeks, and said, "First of all, drinking coffee will not cause miscarriage, but it is true that coffee/cause can cause fetal deformities in pregnant women. Order some coffee, but thank you for caring about me."

He avoided my hand, probably because he was not used to thanking others, so he turned his head away uncomfortably, and said awkwardly: "I didn't care about you."

I looked at the slight blush on his fair cheeks, but smiled silently.

Qi Ya’s desserts were brought to the table one after another, and he stuffed the food into his mouth while asking vaguely: “Oh, right, speaking of it, I don’t think I’ve seen your husband come here before. Pick you up from get off work, you must not be abandoned, right?"

I was stunned, I never thought that an eight-year-old child would know so many twists and turns, my heart felt a little prickly, I lowered my eyes, smiled and said, "I'm not being abandoned."

In the eyes and hearts of chivalrous men, I have never pretended to be me, so how can I abandon it.

The whole cheeks of Qi Ya ate were bulging, and it was so cute: "Is that a quarrel? Well, my parents often quarrel, and every time my mother would cry hoarsely, the high-pitched decibels are simply magic sounds, It means that my dad can bear her, if you quarrel, you can cry, no man can bear the tears of his beloved woman."

I know that Qi Ya is only an eight-year-old child and cannot be regarded as a perfect confiding object, but right now, I don't want to deceive him or myself: "But he doesn't love me."

Qi Ya choked on the chocolate cake and coughed endlessly. I quickly patted him on the back, and when he recovered and looked at my belly suspiciously, I smiled: "It's always been just It's just my unrequited love, he doesn't know the existence of this child."

Qi Ya was about to say something, but was interrupted by a trembling male voice: "Excuse me..."

The person who came was a middle-aged man with a haggard face and an unshaven beard. His face was so ugly that he seemed about to fall down at any time. His gray and white muddy eyes stared at me closely and said, "Excuse me, you, are you from the Stola family? Is it Miss Linsa?"

My heart sank slightly, and I asked vigilantly, "May I ask who you are?"

"Sure enough, it really is Miss Linsa, that's great!" He suddenly became very excited and kept rubbing his palms, "I finally found you, that's great, the master is saved now, that's great, really That's great! Please come with me."

He pretended to come and pull me, but I was about to refuse, but Qi Ya, who was passed by him, separated him and said, "Uncle, who are you?"

Only then did he realize that he hadn't introduced himself yet, so he quickly took out a business card from his pocket and presented it: "I belong to the Brook family, and the Brook family has always had business dealings with the Nestola family. Miss Linsa, do you know that?"

I kept silent, my father never told me about the business, if he tried to use this trick to get close, he would hit the iron plate.

"It's like this. The old Patriarch of Brooke is very old, and he couldn't last two years ago, but since he drank the 'holy water' from Stola's house, even his life span has been extended, and he has been able to last until Now, but a few months ago, the tragedy happened to the Nistola family, and the 'holy water' was no longer available. Until the last few days, the 'holy water' we had been hoarding was all used up, and we tasted the taste of 'raw' The old Patriarch has been in a state of insanity for the past few days, and has been madly saying that he wants to find you, and he also said that if Albert Ning Stola did not have the ability of his daughter, it would be impossible to climb to where he is today, so I think the 'holy water' should be developed by you, right?"

Looking at the man in front of me who was getting more and more excited, I just felt at a loss, what holy water can prolong life?Why would it be impossible for my father to climb to where he is today without my ability?

Regarding the family business, my father only told me that it was about trade, but what is this holy water?

I was wondering, and suddenly remembered that since I gained the ability, my father would ask me to use my ability to transform a large pot of water every few months, but he didn't tell me the purpose. Could it be this so-called holy water...

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