Da Ju originally activated his ability with the idea of proving his healing ability and healing Kong Xiuwen's hidden injuries, so he input his healing power without reservation. By the time he realized that Kong Xiuwen's body was so poor that he couldn't heal him even if he exhausted all his healing power, it was already too late. He could only watch his healing power being completely absorbed by him.
Fortunately, Kong Xiuwen picked him up in time and interrupted the transmission of healing power, thus saving him from the tragic fate of being beaten into a dry cat strip.
Kong Xiuwen had a stern face and wanted to say something stern to warn this stupid cat who almost killed himself, but when he looked down, he saw that the child had turned into a kitten the size of a palm and fell asleep on his wrist.
His low breath stagnated.
After the Donggong medical team confirmed several times that Daju had simply fallen asleep due to exhaustion, Kong Xiuwen resigned himself to his fate and carried the cat back to the lounge.
Because the orange cat was in hibernation and Yun Jian couldn't log into his vest, he had to transfer his excess mental energy back to the tabby cat. While chatting with Tang Aibai who came to visit him, he wondered why Kong Xiuwen was so seriously injured. He also continued to be the captain of the Beigong team, with tasks one after another.
[Maybe he got hurt in a fight? I know there is a kind of superpower that makes you seem completely uninjured when attacked, but it will slowly corrode your body from the inside. By the time you realize you have a problem, it is too late.]
Cat Toy guessed.
[Who cares? He has recovered 70% to 80% now. Wait until you are well again and treat him again. It will be fine.]
Yun Jian thought about it and realized that this was the truth, so he stopped exploring and happily chatted with Tang Aibai about "my awesome only little cousin." He had no idea what kind of storm was rising in Kong Xiuwen's heart when he brought Daju back to the lounge.
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He had always kept his poor health condition a secret, and not only his teammates but even Luo Bozi thought he was strong and healthy. Only Kong Xiuwen himself knew that his body had long since reached the point of being exhausted.
In fact, he was not panicked by this, nor did he plan to retreat from the front line and go home to rest. He only planned to die together with the enemy in a certain battle. Who knows, he could even use his life to exchange for the downfall of a superpower sect, which would be a worthy death.
It was not until the little orange cat cured his chronic illness and the bone-gnawing pain that had been tormenting him all the time disappeared silently that he finally felt the long-lost sense of relief. All those high-spirited dreams of his youth, those original intentions that he thought were not delusions, all came to his mind all at once.
It was as if all the pain I had experienced over the years was just a joke nightmare. When I woke up from a trance, I found myself soaking in sweet cotton bubble gum, and even my breath smelled of honey.
Kong Xiuwen closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them again, he had regained his usual calmness.
He walked out of the storage room and went straight into the back, took out the super-powered elixir that he had treasured for many years, thought for a moment, and then picked up the large jar of super-powered nourishing liquid next to it and sent it all to the kitchen of the Twenty-Eight Mansions: "Make a few boxes of soft candy and add these ingredients."
The chef was stunned.
Is this such a big deal? All these things combined can buy ten fighter jets, right?
He wanted to ask, but seeing Kong Xiuwen's urging eyes, he swallowed his doubts, took the elixir and nourishing liquid he handed over, and reminded quietly: "Captain Kong, if you add these to the soft candy, you will need to make at least 30 kilograms of soft candy - uh, you know, eating too much sugar is not good for children's teeth."
Apparently, the gossip of the Twenty-Eight Mansions spread very quickly. After a while, even the kitchen had heard the news that Kong Xiuwen had picked up a child and brought him back to raise.
Kong Xiuwen pondered for a second.
Just when the chef thought that he was disgusted by his talkativeness and was secretly regretting and thinking whether he needed to apologize, he took out a notebook from the folded space of his sleeve and asked very seriously: "What should children around six or seven years old eat? Is there anything they can't eat or can't eat too much?"
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Daju didn't know that the culprit who would force him to eat healthy meals in the future was having his first harmonious parenting exchange with Kong Xiuwen. He slept until the early morning, and his strength was finally restored to the point where he didn't need forced hibernation. His mental strength returned, and the little orange cat rubbed his eyes and got up from the bed, turning back into human form.
His clothes were neatly folded beside the pillow. They were not the overalls from yesterday, but a small round-neck shirt with a cool lightning pattern printed on it.
Da Ju put on his clothes quickly and jumped to the ground in slippers. He looked up and saw Kong Xiuwen pushing the door open after hearing the sound.
The latter had probably just woken up and had a good sleep for the first time in years. He looked a little lazy. His pajamas were slightly wrinkled, which well neutralized his usual soft and upright feeling. His curled hair was set against the faint light of the morning sun, showing a different kind of softness.
But his tone was still quite cold: "Daju, do you know what you did wrong?"
He had probably never come into contact with children before, and he spoke in exactly the same way as a captain usually does when educating his team members, without even a prior greeting. If it were a real child, even if he didn't get angry enough to rebel, he would surely be frightened.
Fortunately, Daju was not an ordinary child. The poor high school student who was used to being scolded by various teachers even thought his tone was quite friendly. He bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "I shouldn't have used my healing ability on you without notifying you."
Kong Xiuwen paused.
The child was too well-behaved and looked so pitiful that the blame he hadn't yet finished was suddenly stuck. He even began to criticize himself, wondering if he was too harsh on Daju.
"It's not your fault. I was slow to react." He cleared his throat a little uncomfortably, bent down to pick up the child, carried him to the bathroom, patiently told him where the toothbrush and facial cleanser were, and added, "I think I still owe you a thank you."
Daju smiled and said, "It's okay. I just wanted to demonstrate so that you would trust me. It's my fault for not anticipating your physical condition. But your old injury hasn't healed yet. I'll have to treat you again in a couple of days."
"Wait a minute," Kong Xiuwen shook his head. "I'll take you to the East Palace after dinner. Your ability range and possible defects need further inspection and confirmation."
There are many types of super powers. Although people with healing abilities are rare, Kong Xiuwen has been the captain of the Beigong team for so many years and has seen a few of them.
The most capable healer among them all had a healing principle of absorbing the pain of others into himself, and then hurting himself when the time was right. The ferocity and pain on his face at that time were still fresh in Kong Xiuwen's memory even after so many years.
He didn't want Daju to suffer that kind of torture. If his healing ability was harmful to him, he might as well be a carefree little cat demon. He could still live for a few more years anyway. Even if he died, he would still have a lot of inheritance and connections, which would definitely be enough to support a cat to live a happy life.
Da Ju had no idea what Kong Xiuwen was thinking. He thought that he was scared by his coma yesterday. He muttered softly, "As long as I don't lose strength, I'll be fine," and calmly accepted the fact that he was going to have a physical examination.
After washing up, Kong Xiuwen took him out by his paw. Instead of walking into the space door, he turned around, squatted down and discussed with him in a gentle voice: "Can you not tell other people about your treatment of me yesterday?"
Daju was stunned.
Seeing Kong Xiuwen still looking at him, he blinked hesitantly, thought for a while, and decided to ask: "Can I ask why? You were so badly injured, how come no one knew?"
He was really confused. Even if it was an incurable disease, he had to ask the doctor to see if there were any effective measures, right? Besides, Director Luo was here. Even for the energy leakage of the tabby cat, where they had not found the lesion at all, Director Luo could find the most precious life-saving treasure. Maybe he could think of a way to treat Kong Xiuwen's injury?
Kong Xiuwen pursed his lips.
He didn't answer, but just lowered his eyelids, touched Daju's hair, picked him up and put him on his shoulders. It was unclear whether he was afraid that the child would be tired or he didn't want him to see his expression.
"I have my reasons," he said after a long while. "Would you mind agreeing to that?"
He spoke sincerely, and Daju really had no intention of exposing his privacy to others, so he suppressed his doubts and nodded obediently.
Kong Xiuwen finally felt relieved, and walked to the restaurant with the child in his arms. He ignored the gossiping looks of the Twenty-Eight Constellations people with a calm expression, found a seat in a corner for Daju, ordered a sandwich and a fruit salad, pushed them in front of Daju, and slowly cut the steak on the plate.
Daju looked at him eagerly until Kong Xiuwen raised his hands in surrender. He then reluctantly cut a piece of steak and fed it into his mouth: "Eat slowly."
They were eating breakfast face to face. When they were almost done, the restaurant suddenly became lively. The members of the Nangong team walked in laughing. The leader, Tang Aibai, was joking with Penghua. Suddenly, he saw Daju in the corner. His eyes lit up. He didn't care about Kong Xiuwen's intimidating and cold look and rushed over: "Hi, little cousin!"
Daju blinked and looked at him in confusion.
"Your cousin and I are good brothers, so his cousin is of course my cousin," Tang Aibai explained with a smile, and took out a lollipop from the folded space in his sleeve, "This time it's grape flavored, your cousin's favorite flavor."
A bony right hand reached out without hesitation and snatched the lollipop away.
"You can't eat candy in the morning," Kong Xiuwen said calmly, "I confiscated it."
"If you can't eat it, give it back to me," Tang Aibai was a little unhappy, pouted, turned around and instigated Daju, "Isn't this guy super strict? Look at me! I'm both funny and can make lollipops, and I'm very suitable to take care of you before Lihua is discharged from the hospital!"
Kong Xiuwen sneered: "You? Let Daju stay with you for three days, and I will have to go to the medical room to pick him up."
Their eyes met in mid-air, sparking a fierce spark.
Sandwiched between the two captains, Daju shrank his neck timidly.
Even a beautiful girl like Ragdoll Cat didn't encounter Shurasa, why should he, a little kitten who hasn't even shed his fur, go through this? !
The author has something to say:
Tang Aibai: I am a little afraid of my former strict boss, but I still try to stand up for my little cousin. Jog Daju: Oh, being too popular is really troublesome (the kitten shakes his head.JPG)
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