[Zhongyingmei] There is always a villain kidnapping me

Brody was drawn back by the word 'get out', subconsciously said: "Can I get out of the hospital?"

Bruce was taken aback, "...No, it's in the hospital garden." His voice was slightly low, with dryness that he could hear.

"Oh." Only then did Brody realize that he had misheard the meaning because he was distracted just now. He nodded and said casually, "Are you going out now?" Speaking of which, he forgot to go out for a while because of practice. It's time for the sun, if his brother hadn't mentioned it, he might not be able to remember it today.

However, from Bruce's point of view, when Brody blinked and looked at him at first, there was obvious expectation in his eyes, but after he denied it, the brilliance in those blue eyes suddenly became dim, but because of feeling Seeing Bruce's mood, he chose to restrain his emotions abruptly.

"Brucie?"

Before waiting for an answer, Brody yelled again in doubt.

"...Well." Bruce responded dully, he bent down, stretched out his hand through Brody's armpit very naturally, and then hugged him, through the thin white shirt sleeve, you can see clearly Seeing his strong muscles, even holding a grown man in his arms would not be a burden to him at all.

More precisely, Bruce wished Brody was heavier instead.

When Brody was put in the wheelchair, his expression was a little dazed. He didn't expect his brother to do this at all. He originally planned to sit in the wheelchair by himself.

He opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.

Although it felt a bit awkward, after all, as a boy, he didn't like being carried and moved in his arms, but Bruce was his brother, so it was fine to hold him.

Bruce pushed Brody out of the ward, and when they came to the garden, they saw a round table placed under the shade of trees in the garden at a glance. There were white porcelain plates, teapots and cups on the round table. And standing next to Alfred.

"It seems like I haven't seen this scene for a long time." Brody said.

Bruce nodded, nostalgia flashed in his eyes, and he also remembered what happened when he was a child.At that time, as long as the weather in Gotham was not bad, his parents would take the family to the garden to enjoy afternoon tea, and Brody was rarely able to come out because the garden was a greenhouse.

The wheels of the wheelchair rolled on the stone path, and the two brothers came to the round table.

"Ah Fu, you can always surprise me," Brody said with a smile, "I really didn't expect to be able to enjoy your craftsmanship here in the hospital. I haven't eaten waffles made by you for a long time."

Alfred also had a smile on his face. In front of Brody, he seldom showed a serious side, "I am also very happy, young master, after all, the master has never appreciated my craftsmanship."

Bruce: "..."

Suddenly shot, he felt helpless, "Ah Fu, I have never disliked you."

Alfred: "But your eyes are enough to explain everything."

Not only was Brody watching from the sidelines, but he was also worried that it was not lively enough, and added: "Yes! Alfred is amazing, Bruce, don't hide it, you are clearly seen by Alfred. !"

"Actually, it's not that great, young master," Alfred waved his hand modestly, and said casually, "It's just a little understanding of the master."

Bruce: "..." He finally chose to shut up, and decided to give up defending these two unreasonable people.

After laughing a few more words, Ah Fu left, leaving room for the two brothers, and watched the old housekeeper leave the garden.Brody looked around casually, and found that there were not many patients today, especially in their area, which could be called quiet.

This kind of private hospital invested by many large companies is much quieter than the public one. Those who can come to see a doctor are not only rich or expensive, but at least they are middle class, so this situation is not unusual.

So he withdrew his gaze, bent his eyes and smiled at Bruce sitting on the stool beside him.

"elder brother."

When he sees Bruce's eyes meeting his, he leans forward, elbows on the table, chin resting on crossed fingers, blinking at his brother.

"I think you have been working very hard recently. After all, you have to worry about my illness all the time."

Bruce's eyes flickered, but he didn't answer, but waited for Brody to continue talking. Not surprising, Brody said solemnly: "As a younger brother, I need to do something."

The young man with black hair and blue eyes stretched out his hand while talking, picked up a piece from the plate of snacks, and handed it to Bruce's mouth, "Ah——"

Bruce lowered his eyes, and he could see the soft and golden waffles baked in his sight. Down the pastry, there was a white wrist. Compared with his wrist, it was almost twice as small. Bruce could imagine it I can easily wrap my hands around this somewhat thin wrist.

So, he opened his mouth unknowingly, seeing Brody's eyes light up, and then he fed the snack he was holding into it.

Bruce finished the piece of dessert in silence, frowning slightly. To be honest, it wasn't that he disliked it, but that Alfred's waffle making skills were really not very good.

But when one piece was finished, Bruce saw Brody pick up another piece and put it to his mouth.

Bruce: "..."

He originally planned to reach out to take it by himself, but Brody dodged it, obviously intending to feed it by himself, and he plausibly said innocently: "I just want to exchange the feelings between brothers, can this not be allowed, brother?"

Bruce glances at him, thinking about his health, and opens his mouth again.

Just like this, you feed me, and there is only one piece of snack left on the plate. Brody picks up the last piece. Bruce, who is used to him, waits for him to hand it over, but sees Brody with a smile on his face. With a hesitant expression, he turned his hand and placed it near his mouth.

Bruce raised his eyebrows. He thought Brody would let him finish the whole plate of snacks, but the result surprised him a bit, and he took it for granted. After all, Brody has always been very well-behaved, at most he was mischievous occasionally.

However, even if it was naughty, it would make people laugh and cry at most, but they couldn't get angry with him.

Brody chewed a few times indiscriminately, then swallowed it, then poured two cups of tea for himself and Bruce, and after drinking it in one gulp, he breathed a sigh of relief, raised his eyes to Bruce, but met him and understood sight of everything.

"You're right, Ah Fu's biscuits are really good," Bruce said in a low voice, "Maybe I can ask him to prepare them for you more often in the future." After the words fell, an obvious smile flashed in his eyes.

Brody coughed, and immediately poured a cup of tea for his brother in a playful and obedient manner, "I don't think it's necessary, Ah Fu is usually very hard."

Skipping this unspoken topic—for example, whether Alfred’s waffles are good—Brody chatted about other things he was more interested in. He talked about the books he had read, his own Most of the people I met were everyday things. When talking about these things, he always had a smile on his face, which made people feel happy.

Bruce even talked about the things he usually does. Except for the special things that he secretly wanted to do for Gotham and became a symbol, he said most of them.

Whether the chat is pleasant or not depends never on whether the content is exciting, but on who you are with.Just like Bruce and Brody, even if they talk about some ordinary topics, they will not feel boring because of it.

Because the family members never have to worry about the atmosphere becoming awkward, desperately trying to think of some new topics.

In this atmosphere, Bruce almost forgot the heavy weight on his heart, the corners of his lips curled up, and he didn't even realize that there was a faint smile on his face all the time.

When they returned to the ward, Alfred walked in from the door of the ward as if he had radar on them. He first chatted casually, and then returned to the hospital bed with Bruce in his arms. Suddenly, with a smile on his face, he said:

"How's the waffle?"

The two brothers looked at each other and coughed: "It tastes good."

Alfred pushed his glasses, he didn't seem to know whether he believed it or not, "Master, I heard from the doctor that you want to start rehabilitation?"

Bruce only felt his heart lift suddenly, and looked at Brody, although his expression was normal, but his heart was full of emotions.

"Yeah," Brody said, shrugging his shoulders, "I think my body is recovering well, so I want to give it a try."

Bruce: "No."

Brody blinked and said in a soft tone: "Hey, Bruce, I just want to recover quickly and go back to our home as soon as possible."

Bruce looked at him with deep eyes, his Adam's apple slipped, and in the end he just said a refusal answer in a low voice: "You are too thin, Brody, you need a longer recovery period."

"But I think enough is enough, I've been in the hospital for over a month, Bruce," Brody muttered.

"Maybe we can talk about this matter after the doctors decide," Alfred said, "If the doctor thinks there is no problem, the master will certainly not stop it."

Brody saw the unquestionable attitude in Bruce's eyes. Obviously, his brother would not change his mind, at least not yet.But Brody couldn't be angry, because he knew that Bruce cared about him, so he made such a decision.

In the end he had to give up.

"Okay," he said a little unwillingly, "if the doctor doesn't see any problem, he can no longer refuse."

After he was alone in the ward again, Brody sighed and could only pin his hopes on the doctor.According to the system, because the energy that usually protects his body is automatically isolated from radiation like X-rays, unless his body is hit or he is walking, otherwise, if he is not moving, the There is basically nothing wrong with the current medical equipment.

So Brody simply stopped thinking about it, picked up the magazine that was on his desk before, and turned to the page about acupuncture.

This time, he caught a flash of thought in his mind.

Acupuncture——

If he learns, will it relieve his pain when he walks?

The more he thought about it, the more excited Brody felt. Maybe it was his whimsy, but there was no harm in trying.

System: "Caught the host's first strong desire to learn actively, do you want to activate the learning function?"

The author has something to say: There is a kind of filter, called the filter of brother watching brother~

There is a kind of housekeeper, called the top of the food chain~

There is a snack called Butler's Waffles~