HP Wendy's crossing running account

Wendy had a long dream.

She and her father are climbing the mountain.

The vast plateau is full of sunshine, and the blue sky seems to be within reach.They walked across the sparkling lake, where groups of yaks flicked their tails leisurely by the lake; they passed through interlaced rapeseed fields and highland barley fields, and bees danced on the green and golden brocade of the earth; they saw The Obo made of chaotic rocks is wrapped with colorful cloths, and the sound of Sanskrit resounds with the wind.

In the distance, the eternal white mountain stands proudly, like a lighthouse on the other side of the sun.Accompanied by a high-pitched long cry, an eagle passed overhead and headed towards Xuefeng.

Dad's face was still young and handsome, shining with enthusiasm and excitement.He laughed like a child, danced and yelled 20 meters in front of her:

"Have you seen it—A Ting—this is the purest beauty in the world—"

It's really strange, she hasn't seen her father, obviously it has been almost 20 years.His face is still so clear, and there is no trace of estrangement when getting along.

She raised her head and smiled slightly.

The air on the plateau was thin and cold, as if being scraped by a knife, but she felt a suffocating pleasure.

She ran to Dad, her limbs seemed to be so light that the oxygen had been sucked out, it felt like flying.

The man opened his arms to her in front of him.

The road under your feet has no end.

They didn't know how long they walked, they were neither tired nor hungry, only endless scenery.Clouds are surging overhead, and the sun is setting.After the burning clouds dissipated, the stars filled the sky.

He stopped suddenly.

"You should go back."

"dad?"

A warm hand touched the top of her hair: "I just, miss you a little."

"Well. I just want to spend more time with you."

"Then, go back."

The world shattered and everything fell into darkness.

"dad."

"Wendy! Wendy!"

Wendy opened her eyes. It was a dark room with a pair of black eyes staring at her from above.

"Tom? Where is this?"

"Dr. Watson's house."

"I remember, I kind of fainted. It was in that fountain square."

"Yes, and then Dr. Watson picked us up and brought us home."

Wendy struggled to sit up, the bed under her was very soft.

"Is it night now?"

The boy laughed softly, rolled out of bed, and ran across the room in the dark with ease. "Actually, I think, it's already the third morning." The heavy blackout curtains were pulled back with a swipe.The faint morning light came in.Tom stood in front of the window and smiled behind the light: "You slept for two days and two nights, Wendy."

Tom, there seems to be something different.

So Wendy also smiled: "No wonder I feel so hungry."

Dr. Watson's home is modern.If it weren't for the obviously overly complicated decoration style, Wendy would have wondered if she had traveled back to the 21st century.

This is an apartment with four bedrooms and two living rooms.

In the living room are sofas, armchairs and a fireplace.

In the dining room is a dark wooden dining set that seats six.

In the bathroom, there is a white ceramic flush toilet and a bathtub with an apron.

This is at least the standard of living of a middle class.

But when the breakfast consisting of eggs, milk, toast, jam, cheese, coffee, black tea, roasted tomatoes, red sausage, mushrooms, and bacon came to the table, she couldn't help raising her estimate of Dr. Watson's income again.

Wendy swallowed, poked Tom lightly, and asked softly, "Is the money Anna gave enough?"

Tom: (⊙o⊙) I seem to have eaten for two days. If I can’t pay for the meal, I won’t have to pay the debt with my body. /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~

Dr. Watson was amused, and said: "Eat, it's free." He looked very young, in his 20s, gentle, gentleman, with a bookish air.

Both Tom and Wendy's eating movements were deliberately "civilized and polite". In fact, the speed of filling meat and milk into their mouths was not slow at all.Wendy was so happy that her body was numb and numb. After traveling for a year, she almost forgot the taste of meat.Although she has a relatively peaceful temperament, she will not reject the dopamine storm brought by protein.

After breakfast, Dr. Watson gave Wendy a routine checkup, which was nothing more than taking her temperature and listening to her heartbeat.But the young doctor's technical level is obviously good.

"The fever has subsided, but there has been a murmur in the heart...and this concurrent upper respiratory infection symptom...you often have a fever and coma like this? Ah, sorry, I don't know your name yet, ma'am."

Wendy glanced at Tom in surprise: "I thought Tom would tell you."

"Ah, the little gentleman—it's called Tom—is very discreet."

Tom pouted: "I don't want to trust strangers!"

Wendy: =o=!Although the truth is this, you have been living in someone else's house for nothing for two days.

After embarrassing, Wendy showed an apologetic smile to Dr. Watson: "My name is Wendy Carter, sir. I lie in the infirmary for a few days almost every month. I usually have a fever and a cold. They all say that I am congenital heart disease."

"Congenital heart disease?" Watson showed a thoughtful expression, "Yes, on the surface, it is indeed the case. It is likely that the blood flow of the coronary arteries is abnormal, but..."

"Is there any problem? Doctor." Tom on the side also looked serious.

"Oh, don't be nervous, it's not as bad as you think. It's just...a little atypical. Interesting, very interesting... If it's really a congenital heart disease, it's serious enough to be complicated by long-term upper respiratory tract infection and life-threatening, then, Why is there no bruise?"

Doctor Watson's eyes gradually lit up.Wendy is too familiar with this kind of eyes—the excited eyes of a true mad scientist when he encounters a problem.

"Sorry, ma'am." Watson looked over with bright eyes, "may I check your fingernails and tongue."

"Of course, sir."

"Oh... no, no, no! No bruises! Haha. Miss Carter, Wendy, please let me be your attending doctor!"

Tom made a horizontal move, standing between the bright-eyed Watson and the unprepared Wendy, with a very bad expression on his face: "Why do I think you're happy that Wendy is sick?"

Watson's shoulders slumped, and the expression on his face became pitiful: "Oh, Tom, little gentleman, I'm just a little excited about the challenge... I promise, I'm better than those quack doctors who can't see anything wrong too much."

"That, doctor." Wendy poked her head out from behind Tom, "Free?"

"Of course! Of course! It's free. I don't make money from it."

"What?" Tom frowned, "You liar! You're not a doctor at all!"

Watson shrank his head, and said with a straight face: "Why am I not a doctor? Of course I am a doctor! I have a medical license."

"You just said that you don't make money by seeing a doctor!"

"I just have another source of income." Watson asserted.

Tom pursed his lips and stared at Watson suspiciously.

Watson could only continue to be persuasive: "Look, you called a doctor in Harmsworth, but no one responded. And I happen to have a doctor's license. Besides, didn't I cure the little princess? Wendy was full of energy just now ate a meal."

Tom's expression softened.

"How did you treat me? I thought I was going to die this time." Wendy continued poking her head.

Hearing this question, Watson was immediately elated: "It was quite urgent at the time, and ordinary conservative treatment was useless at all. But fortunately, I have this in my hand!"

Watson excitedly pulled out a small glass bottle containing some small pale yellow pills.

Wendy unscrewed the lid and smelled it, and there was a sweet and pungent smell.

"Nitroglycerin."

Watson blinked in surprise, thinking in his heart: "Does a 5-year-old girl know nitroglycerin?" On the surface, he wanted to avoid this question: "I took two special medicines to stabilize your condition. And, because your The whole body looks very weak, so I lost a bottle of glucose... It's just strange, why there is no bruising... By the way, Miss Wendy!"

"How... how?"

"The latest X-ray detector can see the heart much better than before. How about we take a film first?"

"Okay... yes, sir."

Almost immediately, they took a carriage to a large private clinic.Watson, who got the film, got into his study full of bottles and cans as soon as he got home.

"Hey, do you think he's reliable?" Tom whispered to Wendy.

Wendy took a look at this young man who usually looked normal, but his style of painting changed suddenly when he was doing research, and couldn't help laughing: "That's the only way to be reliable."

In this era, a good doctor is one who can infuse independently, let alone one who can dispense medicine by himself.

What Wendy didn't know at this time was that the good doctor Watson had another style besides the gentle gentleman's style and the madman's style.It was on the way home from the clinic that he took a trip to the post office to send a telegram.

"There is something wrong with the princess, she needs to stay for a few more days."

The author has something to say:

The doctor didn't appear in front of Tom by chance.

Plus: I'm glad to see you all have a lot of fantastic guesses.However, there are not so many mysterious forces in the world.I will never write about the legendary life experience and the wonderful bloodline. You can give up such conjectures as soon as possible.