The villain NPC is too tempting [Infinite Stream]

So sensitive, my hour. (one more)

"Congratulations to Lord Magic Flute for finding the correct way to clear the level. How about having a drink with my concubine?" The woman in the moonlight robe is full of jewels and emeralds, and the room is decorated with ancient wood carvings and silk curtains. She smiles gently , "This is the peach blossom wine brewed during the dungeon, how about trying my concubine's craft?"

Luo Fei stopped the twitching corners of his mouth, and closed the main temple door behind him: "No, I'm afraid I'll die drunk under the beauty's skirt."

The Lord God covered his mouth and smiled: "Why, you don't like women."

Luo Fei: "Why, Lord God thinks that I must like men?"

The Lord God flicked up his long sleeves, and his beautiful eyes flowed: "Maybe you like to have both."

Luo Fei shook his head and sat down on the hardwood chair: "Tell me, who is Qiao Anshi, and what is the purpose of letting him stay in my copy?"

"He is just an ordinary handsome young man, sent to warm your bed as a servant, you still care about him? Hey, I am really sad."

The veins on Luo Fei's forehead are about to bulge: "The next dungeon won't be such a mess."

"Master Magic Flute is really Lan Xinhui."

"Lan Xinhui's quality is used to praise women." Luo Fei, "The illiterate should learn more."

The Lord God was not angry either: "I have to go to various places to collect dungeon resources all day long, where I have time to study. Magic Flute, since you have found the correct way to pass the level, then go down normally... Well, in order to reward your cleverness , It is set to reduce 3 copies for you, that is to say, if you complete 6 more copies, I will let you go back to the present world."

"Can I go back to this world?" Luo Fei asked, "You arranged for me to enter "Plague City", is it just to let me find a way to solve the problems of this world?"

The beauty smiled and said nothing: "If you can solve it, I will add another setting for you."

"It's still too much for me." Luo Fei shook his head, "Unless Qiao Anshi's settings are also reduced. I saw his injuries, and I didn't need 10 settings."

"Yo Yo Yo, have you started caring in every possible way before you put it on the bed? You and your father are really alike." The Lord God took out a round fan from nowhere and shook it.

Luo Fei was startled: "You know my dad?"

"More than that, I also know your mother."

".."

"It's been so many years, but I still don't want to hear her name?" the Lord God said, "You guys are bound by blood, and it's hard to get rid of."

"Even if you hate her again, you have to understand that the reason why your eyes have such a powerful ability is all due to her, as well as your super high mental strength and the ability to integrate the S-level talent card... these are all hers masterpiece."

Luo Fei suddenly raised his head: "Why are they mentioned today? The last time I mentioned this woman was many years ago. Why, Qiao Anshi's appearance was not accidental, right?"

The main god pursed his lips and smiled: "Sharp and intelligent...it really is my magic flute."

"Qiao Anshi, he is the next masterpiece. Whether it will be destroyed or succeeded depends on the ability of this first-generation magic flute."

drip-drip-drip-

The instrument kept flickering and making regular noises. There was a pungent smell of disinfectant in his nose. He had a splitting headache. Qiao Anshi still struggled to open his eyes, moved his fingers, and regained consciousness in his entire palm. Turning his head to see the sleeping woman lying on the bed, his eyes suddenly turned red.

"mom.."

With a hoarse and difficult voice, he called again: "Mom...Mom..."

The light-sleeping woman's breathing was disordered, and she quickly opened her eyes. When she looked up and saw Joan who was awake, she was pleasantly surprised: "Jojo...you finally woke up!"

On the fifth day after being hospitalized after the explosion, Qiao Anshi was transferred from the ICU all the way to the intensive care unit and then to the general ward, which almost became a medical miracle for the entire hospital, especially since the large amount of toxic gas he inhaled in the laboratory caused great damage to the internal organs of the body. But after testing, he was almost cured.

In addition to being a little tired, the bruises on his face still not healed, and the occasional headache, the doctor said a little uncertainly: "...After three days of observation, I should be able to leave the hospital."

Most of them are patients sent in by a laboratory, most of whom are still in critical condition. Professor Liu, the main operator of the experiment, is still lying in the ICU, and has already been booked in a vegetative state.

When Qiao Anshi heard the news, he felt a lot of emotion. If he hadn't entered the dungeon and completed two tasks, he might have already returned to the plant world.

Qiao's mother handed him a bowl of medicine: "Drink it while it's hot, it will cleanse the toxins in your body and detoxify you."

Qiao Anshi sniffed and frowned: "The boiled Chinese medicine? Hmm... how many medicines are not suitable for the symptoms, Mom, have you forgotten that I am a medical student?"

"You don't study Chinese medicine, what do you know half-baked." Qiao's mother took a spoon, scooped it up and put it to his mouth, "I asked the expert doctor in the hospital to prescribe this, not only for the poison you suffered this time It’s good, and it can also prevent the recent high-risk epidemics to some extent.”

Hearing the word "epidemic disease", Qiao Anshi's nerves tensed up: "What epidemic disease, what's the situation now?"

Mother Qiao handed over the bowl: "I'll tell you after drinking."

In desperation, Qiao Anshi had no choice but to finish the bowl of medicine with a frown. The gauze on his face hadn't been completely removed, and the medicine liquid accidentally soaked part of it.

"Take it off, it's summer, it's uncomfortable to hold it." Qiao Anshi fumbled for the edge of the gauze, and simply took it off.

Mother Qiao didn't stop her, she put the empty bowl on the table next to her, and she turned her head to see Qiao Anshi's face, with a strange gleam in her eyes, but it just passed by, and Qiao Anshi didn't notice it.

"It was the day you entered the hospital. The flu epidemic that was about to subside some time ago began to appear again. This time it was more fierce. The hospital was full of people and the doctors were too busy. Fortunately, you are in good health and your illness is good. Hurry up, otherwise I don’t know how long I will stay in this hospital.” Qiao’s mother said in a low voice, “Yesterday I heard from the nurses in the hospital that some people who had the disease started to have sores on their bodies, and the sores were extremely itchy and could not be scratched. , otherwise the infection will be very fast."

"At first they treated it as a common sore, but no matter how many medicines they used, it was useless. On the contrary, several nurses were also infected. There was no specific medicine, and they didn't know if it could be cured well. Look at the hospital in the past two days They are all fully armed inside, if we can be discharged from the hospital earlier, so as not to be infected."

Qiao Anshi's breathing was stagnant, and he had sores on his body. This was exactly the same as in the dungeon, but it should be the real world, and the disease would not spread as fast as in the dungeon.

Special medicine, by the way, with this special medicine, this problem can be solved.

If the ending is the same as in the dungeon, someone must be manipulating this matter behind, and the medicine will be in the hands of that person behind.

But what can he do as an ordinary medical student.

"Mom, I'm going to be discharged from the hospital today." Qiao Anshi propped up his body and looked around, "Where are my clothes? I need to change. Mom, you go and get discharged from the hospital. The sooner the better."

Qiao's mother was still a little worried about his health: "Don't be so anxious, I don't think this epidemic is a big deal, the news hasn't been reported much, and no one has died now..."

"Mom, you heard me right." Qiao Anshi walked out of the room, "Forget it, I'll go and discharge myself."

"Okay, okay, you can change your clothes, mother can go." Qiao's mother quickly grabbed him, and pointed him to the cabinet next to him, "The clothes are in the box, I will go and discharge you from the hospital, and I don't know you where did dad go..."

Qiao's mother put on the mask and left the ward. Qiao Anshi quickly found his previous clothes in the box. He unbuttoned the hospital gown. Before he could put the T-shirt on, there was a sound of opening the door .

"Hey, I'm changing clothes!" Joan picked up the clothes in a panic, "Mom, what are you doing..."

"Routine rounds." A cold male voice came from the door, "Doctor."

He walked into the room with black leather boots. The man was wearing a white coat and a medical mask with only one pair of eyes exposed. He looked coldly and indifferently at the topless Joan, with a faint red under his eyes. He was tall, slender, and slender. His fingers rested on the door frame with sharp and strong knuckles.

"It's good to take it off, check your heart rate and blood pressure."

With a stethoscope hanging around his neck, and a medicine box and record book in his hand, he walked slowly into the room and closed the door behind his back.

The sound of "click" locking shook Qiao Anshi's heart.

"Doctor..Do you need to lock the exam?"

"The epidemic is serious. I'm afraid that patients will break in. You should have this safety awareness." The man walked towards the bed, and Qiao Anshi held the clothes in his hand and wondered whether he should wear them or not.

"Lie down."

He had no choice but to put his clothes aside and lie on the bed obediently.

The stethoscope was coolly attached to his skin, intentionally or unintentionally scraping over his trembling little cherry, and the sharp touch made him immediately stand upright, embarrassed and helpless.

They are all men, so what are you afraid of?He comforted himself like this.

The doctor didn't seem to care, and patiently listened to the conditions of his chest and lungs. Occasionally, the cool finger joints would brush against his skin. Qiao Anshi always felt that his heartbeat was not normal.

Suddenly, he smelled a familiar, clear breath from the tip of his nose.

He was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at the doctor, but happened to meet the other's playful eyes.

"It's really sensitive, my hour."

Qiao Anshi sat up suddenly, but was pressed back slowly by the stethoscope on the collarbone: "Don't worry, don't panic, let's get out of the hospital first."

"Why are you here?" Qiao Anshi's heart was beating wildly, remembering what Luo Fei said before when he came to the hospital to see him.

"This is where I work, so of course I'm here." Luo Fei curled his lips under the mask and put away the equipment, "But this is not my department, this thing is here to scare you, you little idiot is still a little idiot."

"Be careful that someone will sell you one day, and you will still count the money on the bed."

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Qiao Anshi: You mean on your bed, counting the money for you...