Chapter 37: Three Thousand Six Hundred Occupations, Every Occupation Has Its Own Best Actor
The doctor smiled helplessly.
He has broad shoulders, wide legs, and is full of muscles, which does not match the weak expression on his face.
"I, I've been picking fruits and vegetables for the elderly, swimming and fishing in the river... I do this every day."
The boy explained anxiously, then looked up at Ai Zhe.
He lowered his voice to make it sound softer when he spoke, perfectly showcasing the innocence and well-behaved appearance of a recent adult.
At this time, Northen approached, his questioning and antipathetic eyes fixed on the boy.
Then, he leaned close to Ai Zhe's ear and said in a low voice:
"It's a bit abnormal. Be careful. It might be an undercover soldier planted by the enemy camp."
"I'll keep an eye on him. I've also told Sting about this. Wait for the identity verification, and Sting and the others will handle it."
Ai Zhe also moved closer to him, and they were so close that their lips almost touched each other's faces.
It seemed that such close communication was just a common thing for these two men in their early twenties.
"Let's treat him first. His injuries don't look fake. We'll wait for Sting to come and verify the results. Let's not accidentally injure any civilians."
Ai Zhe whispered.
Then, he glanced at Northam and saw a small grass root stuck to his mouth.
"Where have you been? Why is there still dirt on your face?"
He spoke in a low voice, then naturally reached out to help the curly-haired man in front of him pick the grass roots from his mouth.
"I was washing my face in the river just now. I guess it got on me then."
Noson moved closer and spoke in Aizhe's ear.
They looked like they were whispering to each other, and the distance between them was very close.
Aizhe smiled, and his silly look like that of a little dog from Northen made him laugh.
Today's fun is plus one.
In the doctor's opinion, this is just normal comradeship.
The doctor continued his treatment.
Suddenly, a loud bang was heard from the car, and the doctors were startled.
His expression also changed.
I saw that the steel plate part on the car seat that the boy was sitting on was broken off by him.
The force with which it was broken did not seem to be a coincidence, as if it had been really twisted off.
The boy's eyes were empty, and at that moment he looked like a corpse crawling out of the ground.
There was no spirit in his eyes, and his hands were trembling slightly. He looked like a stiff corpse with suppressed anger, which was a bit creepy.
But he soon seemed to realize something, and hurriedly lowered his head and apologized.
It looks like the hand slipped and accidentally broke the steel plate.
With his shoulders hunched and a look of extreme fear, he looked particularly pitiful.
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..."
The white-haired boy shook his head and quietly apologized to everyone.
It looked like he had just laid his hand on the part and, with a casual exertion of force, had broken the metal.
"It's okay, maybe the car mat parts are in disrepair."
The doctor said something comforting, looking at the fair and youthful face.
No matter how you look at it, he's just a child who has just reached adulthood. How pitiful.
While he was bandaging the boy, he saw him looking back with moist eyes.
The young man seemed to want to say something, but after moving his lips a few times, he looked timid because of his nervousness and never uttered a word.
The look of someone who is afraid of disturbing others, careful and quiet.
Finally, his frequent looking back caught Ai Zhe's attention.
Ai Zhe walked over and said calmly, "Is there anything we can help you with?"
The boy shook his head, but pointed to his bandaged leg and asked in a low voice:
"Sir, in the past, with this kind of situation... joints and muscles injured, could they recover?"
The voice was low, and the boy seemed a little uneasy because of the wound.
Out of humanitarian considerations, Ai Zhe thought about it and decided to show some concern for the other person.
"If there's no damage to the bones or nerves, it's generally fine. Just rest and recover."
"Hmm..." The young man responded softly and nodded slightly, as if he was digesting the answer.
The doctor continued bandaging the wound, which didn't take too long.
Ai Zhe felt that the situation here was almost over and prepared to leave with Noson.
A white but surprisingly strong arm suddenly grabbed him.
The white-haired boy raised his face, filled with sadness and pleading, looking exactly like a forgotten rag doll in a dilapidated factory.
"Sir...don't go."
The voice was so soft as if he was afraid of disturbing anyone.
He paused for about a second, as if considering whether he was being disrespectful or crossing the line.
Her eyes narrowed a little, and she added in a low voice, her tone polite and restrained, but tears were quietly sliding down her cheeks.
"I used to have a brother... He would stay with me even when I was scared..."
As he spoke, he grabbed Ai Zhe's hand and stopped him from leaving.
This scene really looks like a performance.
Small movements, tone of voice, and even the words of that "brother"...
It makes people feel uncomfortable.
The other party was trying to get Aizhe's attention. Northen raised his eyebrow and became more alert.
This kid is definitely pretending.
His target from the beginning was Ai Zhe?
The sadness in those eyes was very real.
It's not the red circles that are forced out, nor is it the tears that are forced out from fake crying.
Tears welled up from the depths of the eyes, revealing the pain and loneliness in the heart that could not be concealed.
Maybe the other person...really lost his brother...lost his family.
Ai Zhe, reminded him of the warmth of his family?
In this way, it seems more reasonable to pester Ai Zhe as soon as they meet.
But it is impossible to let him get close to Ai Zhe like this.
Even if Ai Zhe's closeness and companionship could allow this desperate person to breathe a sigh of relief, he would not allow it.
Northen felt a little uncomfortable and stepped forward to knock the boy's hand away.
"Watch your hands."
Noson's actions were ruthless and serious.
The boy's hand was opened by Northen, and he could only lower his head and silently pinch his fingers, feeling too aggrieved to speak.
Her eyes were still glued to Ai Zhe, and she was about to cry.
His face is indeed too small and too clean.
Any normal man would probably think that this is just a pitiful and handsome little brother.
If it were a woman, she would be unable to help but feel soft-hearted and think that this is a beautiful boy who needs to be taken care of.
If it were an elderly person, he would think he was a likable, quiet and sensible child.
When children see him, they will think that he is an angel brother who fell from the sky.
He can win the sympathy of anyone.
"Northen..."
"How about we stay here a little longer and keep him company?"
Ai Zhe glanced at the boy with moist eyes, then looked at Nosen.
Northen had already frowned, and his hand quietly tightened around the magnetic knife.
He wasn't sure why, but instinct told him that a strong sense of danger was approaching.
It felt like something was wrong, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
The feeling of uneasiness was quietly creeping up on one's nerves, making one feel tense all over.
"where u from?"
Noson stared at the boy with a cold and sharp expression, and his tone sounded as if he was about to interrogate him at any time.
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