The fake young master is His Royal Highness

Every day at this time is the time for children to take a nap, and today is no exception. The child fell asleep with his face covered in the familiar embrace, even faster than before.

After the child was quiet for a while, and after confirming that he had fallen asleep, Murphy carefully turned the face of the child hidden in his arms to the outside, so that the child could sleep better and would not hold his breath.

The sleeping child had a well-behaved face, with small hands and feet tucked into Murphy's arms, ignorant of the world, and just looking at it made Murphy feel that the years were peaceful.

Murphy looked at Dr. Huang.

They had previously agreed that the operation would be arranged as soon as the child fell asleep.

This operation is just a simple minor operation, but because the child is young, only a little anesthesia can be used, and too much anesthesia will affect the child's body, so it can only be performed under local anesthesia. If it goes well, the operation can be completed before the child notices it.

The assistant pushed the bed over, and the operating room was ready, just waiting to push the child in.

Dr. Huang: "It's about to start, let's put him on it."

Murphy looked down at the child who was sleeping soundly, and asked in a low voice, "Can I go into the operating room together?"

Dr. Huang shook his head, "No."

"I'll be right next to A Luo, and I won't disturb your operation."

The assistant glanced at Dr. Huang. Dr. Huang still didn't let go, and said firmly, "The operating room is not a child's play. I hope you understand that since you handed him over to me, I will do my best."

"Into the operating room, unless your child wakes up in the middle of the operation and makes it difficult to continue the operation, you will be allowed to come in to comfort him."

"But you have to know that this is a special measure that will only be taken in a critical moment. It is impossible like now. If you are allowed in and any accident happens, no one can bear it."

Murphy carefully brushed away the child's wet forehead hair, "I'm sorry, I passed it. I really believe in your medical skills, but I can't help but worry if I can't see the child. If it is a surgical regulation, then I will abide by it."

Dr. Huang's eyes were still tolerant, and he sighed, "As a father, I understand your feelings very well, but you should not always tighten yourself up so tightly, give yourself a chance to breathe, and believe that your own child is strong enough."

As Huang Yisheng said, he patted Murphy on the shoulder lightly.

"Relax, everything will be fine."

In Dr. Huang's eyes, the child's illness is really rare. Maybe he had a bad life before and had mild psychological problems, but this man Murphy's problem is not small. It is not a physical problem, but a psychological problem.

He seems to be tense at any time, and he is extremely sensitive to the wind and grass around him. On a child, he is like a lion that can rage at any time. Everyone who passes by him will be threatened by him to leave, alone. And persistently guarding his cub, every little danger will be snuffed out in the cradle.

The lion is crazy and rational, which is the scariest thing.

Dr. Huang didn't know what the father and son had experienced, but thinking about the marks all over their bodies as a child, he might have had a bad life, no wonder Murphy was so nervous.

Murphy put the child down on the bed frame, and was pushed into the operating room by an assistant. Murphy was stopped outside the operation. Dr. Huang was at the end. Seeing the worry in Murphy's eyes, he couldn't help laughing. In fact, this is really a small operation, and the success rate It is 90.00% nine, but it seems that children are to parents, no matter how small the child's danger is, parents will worry about it.

Dr. Huang pointed to the glass on one side, "If you are really worried, you can see our operation there."

The operating rooms that Baijia built for Dr. Huang were all built according to Dr. Huang's ideas, and they all had double-sided windows. He often let his students observe the operation process, and now it can be regarded as a little comfort for Murphy.

It won't make him feel uncomfortable outside without knowing the situation.

Mo Fei's indifferent handsome face softened, and he walked quickly in front of the glass window. Sure enough, everything inside could be clearly seen here. He pressed his hands on the glass window and watched the assistants turn the child around. Lying on the bed, the clothes on the back were lifted up, revealing mottled scars,

Murphy frowned tightly. No matter how many times he watched it, the torment, anger, and self-blame in his heart would continue to intertwine and roll over every time he saw those scars.The hand on the glass window was tightly clenched, his chest heaved violently, and those wounds reminded him that his Alois suffered from this because of his negligence.

If he can protect him well, if he can find him sooner, Alois will be the happiest child in the world, with parents who love him, loyal knights, and like-minded friends, and all of these——

Murphy just kept his eyes on the movement inside. The doors and windows of the Federation were not enough for the Stuarts, and he could hear the sounds inside clearly, such as metal collisions, the whispered conversations of the doctor's assistants, and the children after being anesthetized. The more breathing voice could be heard clearly under Murphy's ears.

I also heard the sound of the scalpel cutting the skin.

And all of Murphy's attention was on the little child. This man who had always been strong did not change his expression even after being seriously injured, but his eyes turned red when he saw the child undergoing surgery.

Bai Fugui was extraordinarily quiet at this time, standing quietly a few meters away from Murphy, and he could still see a little of what was going on inside through Murphy.

Ding--

The things on the back were taken out and placed on the tray with a crisp sound.

Then the child's skin was quickly sutured, sprayed with healing spray, and the healing was accelerated immediately. In the end, only a little powder proved the trace of the previous operation.

Dr. Huang did not lie, this was indeed a minor operation, and the whole process was completed in less than half an hour.

The door of the operating room was opened, and Murphy went over immediately, bent down and checked the child again by himself.

Dr. Huang didn't mind what Murphy did, instead he said with a smile, "Don't worry, the operation was a success."

Murphy raised his eyes and nodded to Dr. Huang, "Thank you."

Dr. Huang knew how nervous this man was about the child, so he didn't bother too much, "Take the child back and have a good rest."

Then he looked at the assistant, who stepped forward knowingly and gave Murphy a bag of prepared medicine.

Dr. Huang: "This is a prescribed medicine. The dosage has been written down. It will disappear in a few days."

Then he remembered something, took out a bottle of potion from his pocket, gave it to Mo Fei, and said calmly, "I see that your child has a lot of scars on his body. Use this three times a day, and those scars will disappear in a week." .I think you should need it."

Holding the bottle of potion, Murphy replied in a low voice.

Picking up the child, he walked steadily on the way back to the room. Of course, before leaving, he brought over the things that the assistant was about to throw away from the tray.

The thing held in the palm of the hand was held tightly, but the child in his arms was held in his arms with the most appropriate strength.

The morning sleep was extremely long, and he didn't wake up until before dinner. He slept for too long, and his head seemed to be covered with something. He lay on the stove that had been emitting heat, and stared blankly at the front.

"woke up?"

A low and hoarse voice came from above, and he looked subconsciously to follow the sound, and bumped into a pair of dark eyes, which were deep, deep, but also very warm.

Chao Chao leaned his head up and nestled it into his father's neck, rubbed it, rubbed it again, and wrapped his arms around his father.

Murphy just lay down, hugged the child, and touched the child's belly.

"Are you hungry?"

Zhao Chao nods.

His back was a little itchy, and Chao Zhao wanted to scratch it, but just as he moved his hand back, his father blocked it, and Zhao Zhao looked at him suspiciously.

Murphy: "There is a wound, don't scratch it."

Chao Chao frowned, twisting her body because of the itching, but it seemed the more she thought about it, the more itchy she became.

Murphy took the spray, "Dad sprays it on you and it won't itch, Allo don't move."

Chao Chao immediately stopped moving, and eagerly signaled his father to hurry up with his eyes.

As soon as I sprayed it on, the pink wound became cool, and there was a little tingling, but it was much better than itching.

Murphy took a can of fudge on the bedside table. It was awkwardly sent by Baifugui. The can was specially chosen in the shape of a dog that children like. It was transparent, and it was wrapped in various beautiful papers. Bits of fudge.

Chao Chao immediately attracted attention, not only because of the dog-shaped jar, but also because of the big jar of sugar. Chao Zhao had tasted the taste of sugar before, but now thinking about it, he couldn't help swallowing, not to mention the quantity. That much, and that's double the joy!

Zhao Zhao smiled until she couldn't see her eyes, and she was about to reach out to take it with one hand.

Murphy moved the sugar away.

He looked towards Dad.

Murphy reasoned seriously with the child, "Ah Luo can only eat one candy a day."

Tilting his head, blinking.

Murphy insisted, "Don't act coquettishly, just one if you say so, you've already got your share today, you can only wait for tomorrow."

He lowered his head in disappointment.

Murphy couldn't bear to see it, but Dr. Huang had said that to control children's sugar intake, one had to harden one's heart.

"but--"

Zhao Zhao thought that things had turned for the better, and looked at Dad with bright eyes again.

"Allo can hold the dog sugar bowl."

Looking at Dad and then at the sugar bowl, he nodded and accepted the choice.

Murphy and the child have three chapters.

"Then A Luo can only take him away if he fulfills the conditions that his father said. Is this okay?"

Blinking, nodding.

Now, Murphy sat cross-legged on the bed, sat face-to-face in the same position as him, and said seriously.

"First, you can only eat one a day, and you need to tell your father when you eat it every day."

Chao Chao also had a sullen face, trying to pretend to be like his father, listening to the first condition, and nodding seriously.

"Second, except for this can, you can't collect other people's candy in private, and you can't eat it. If you collect it, you need to report it to Dad."

Chao Chao flattened her mouth, and was tightly pinched by her father, she nodded.

"Just these two."

Zhao Zhao finally hugged the sugar bowl, her little depression quickly dissipated, and happily rolled around on the bed with the sugar bowl in her arms.

Seeing the child immersed in joy, Murphy went to wash up first, and this time the door was not closed.

When Dad walked away, he listened to the sound of the water inside for a while, and made sure that Dad would not come back so soon. He looked down at the bright candies, took a sniff, and could smell a little sweetness coming from inside. Swallowing his saliva, Dad can't eat sugar, but he didn't say that he couldn't lick the sugar bowl, so he looked at the bathroom with a guilty conscience, and there was no dad.

Looking at the dog sugar bowl, Zhao Zhao felt a little guilty when he thought of Baituanzi, but after thinking about it, this glucoside was not very similar, and the dog toy was more similar. .

He lowered his head a little closer to the sugar bowl, and then bit the ear of the dog sugar bowl.

Unexpectedly, the sugar bowl couldn't be bitten, and when Chao Chao's teeth hurt, his eyes turned red instantly, and he let go.

Why, why isn't it sweet? QQ

Zhao Zhao was wronged.

Murphy, who had been concentrating on looking around, saw the process of his son's stupidity clearly and plainly: "..."