Master 09
He Mian put on an innocent expression. Seeing Song Jing not daring to look at him, he slowly reached out and buttoned his clothes. Summer pajamas were thin and light, making it seem like He Mian had done it without any intention.
Song Jing caught a glimpse of him fastening all the buttons of his pajamas, then turned her head and put the spoon to his mouth.
He Mian opened his mouth and started eating immediately, "Don't be impatient, is it hot?" Song Jing remembered that she hadn't blown on it just now, but she always felt that such an action was inevitably ambiguous and crossed the line. Now she just wanted to be a feeding robot.
"It's not hot." He shook his head and took another bite.
Song Jing scooped up a spoonful of porridge, scraped the spoon against the edge of the bowl a few times, let the porridge dry in the air for a few seconds, and then handed the porridge to He Mian's mouth. The two of them fed each other several mouthfuls of porridge back and forth.
After absorbing energy from the outside world, He Mian looked much better and the strange blush on his face disappeared.
Song Jing felt a little uncomfortable sitting on the low stool. She moved her body to adjust her posture, and her hands were a little tired holding the bowl.
Although He Mian wanted to act pitiful and act coquettishly with her, wanting her to be closer to him, Song Jing had only fed him like this during the two months when he was most seriously injured.
He took the spoon from Song Jing and said with a smile, "I'm much better now. I should be able to eat by myself."
Song Jing didn't refuse at this moment. After handing the bowl back to He Mian, she turned around and went to the kitchen to scoop a bowl of porridge. "Let me check your temperature."
She took the electronic thermometer and scanned it. He Mian's temperature was still 38 degrees, but it was much better than the 41 degrees measured when he fell asleep just now.
She kept muttering, "Remember to take your medicine after dinner." She had never seen anyone get so feverish.
He Mian nodded and said "hmm", which sounded quite obedient.
Song Jing suddenly patted her thigh. "Oh, right, the company has an urgent contract that needs your review. I'm not sure what it's about. If you're not feeling so bad anymore, take some time to check out the company's news."
"Okay." He Mian responded while sipping the porridge from his lips.
His sense of smell is much more sensitive than that of ordinary people, especially for the scent of Song Jing. Even when she was standing on the dining table to clean up the takeaway boxes, He Mian could smell Song Jing's scent.
Song Jing forced He Mian to sit firmly on the sofa, and he simply cleaned up the kitchen waste and the disposable paper cup containing the cold water.
He had no choice but to sit aside, looking up at Song Jing quietly.
After cleaning up the kitchen waste, Song Jing washed her hands and picked up the thermometer on the table and scanned it. "It's still a low-grade fever."
"I feel much better."
"Then continue to have a good rest. But Ms. He, why did you take five days off at once?" Song Jing remembered what Minister Liu had said to her this afternoon. In Song Jing's eyes, He Mian's illness came on suddenly and violently, but it also went away quickly.
According to her common sense, He Mian's body might have been unable to withstand the battle of the immune system and he had a high fever that almost made him dizzy.
He Mian didn't expect that Song Jing knew that he had taken five days off in a row. "I took three days of sick leave, and the remaining two days were personal leave." He had to make an excuse for the time being.
Song Jing didn't know that he was actually affected by the cat's estrus period, and she didn't know that his estrus period lasted about five days. He Mian couldn't tell her the truth now.
He Mian couldn't help but recall the scene last night when he went to the hospital due to a sudden feeling of discomfort.
The Third Municipal Hospital is a Grade A hospital on the surface, but in fact it has a department that specializes in dealing with non-human diseases, and He Mian’s doctor friend is also a non-human, he is a male killer whale.
After arriving at the hospital, Yu Wenjing arranged a series of examinations for him. The blood test results showed that apart from an elevated white blood cell count and abnormal body temperature, He Mian had no other health problems.
Yu Wenjing pretended to leave a file for He Mian's examination in the hospital system, which only recorded the diagnosis he obtained based on routine human body examination.
Then he began to analyze the real cause of his illness with He Mian.
The final conclusion was that there was a conflict between his two bodies. It all came down to the fact that he had been too busy with work recently and had consumed all his body's energy. He was busy working in the company during the day, and after cooking for Song Jing at night, he had other work to do, so his body was exhausted.
"But the work before was not easy, and this kind of situation has never happened before. Using the human body to produce non-human physiological reactions..." He Mian sat in the chair with a serious expression on his face.
He knows his own body best. Except for the accidental injury that year, he has been very healthy over the years. At least according to the human definition of physical health, there has been no problem with his body.
Except for occasionally catching a cold like ordinary people, He Mian rarely gets sick.
"The only difference is that it has recently turned back to its original form. Could this be the reason?" He Mian suddenly remembered that a few days ago, he deliberately turned back into a Maine Coon cat in order to get close to Song Jing.
"Why didn't you say so earlier!" Yu Wenjing was stunned. His medical career was almost ruined by He Mian.
"Only cats can go into heat, but humans can't. That's why, and in the near future, you'd better not change into your original form so easily. Just be a good person." Yu Wenjing pushed his glasses and said seriously.
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He Mian withdrew his thoughts and felt a little regretful. He really liked lying quietly and watching Song Jing sleep. Now that he could not turn into a cat, he could not look at her sleeping face openly.
Song Jing tilted her head and saw that He Mian looked not very well. She thought that he might not have fully recovered from his illness. She did not ask what He Mian had asked for leave for.
She nodded and helped He Mian pick up the pills on the coffee table. "Is there anything else you need help with? If not, I'll go back home first."
Song Jing supported her waist. She was tired after sitting all day and wanted to lie down on the bed and rest.
He raised his head and shook his head at Song Jing, "No, I'm sorry to bother you today."
He Mian stood up and sent Song Jing back to her door. He was relieved when she returned home safely. "Go to bed early."
Song Jing was stunned for a moment before nodding, "Yeah, okay, you too. Remember to reply to Minister Liu's message."
She closed the door, leaned against it, sighed, and stretched lazily as she walked to the balcony to collect clothes and prepare to wash up later. Song Jing stood on the balcony and happened to be able to see a corner of He Mian's house. The light from his living room was faintly shining through the small balcony.
Today, she inexplicably took care of a man she was not very familiar with, and Song Jing suddenly felt a little strange.
But then she thought, taking care of the sick neighbor who had just arrived and lived alone is just a small thing, and it can be considered a good deed.
Song Jing thought about it and suddenly laughed. Doing good deeds is a happy thing, there is nothing strange about it.
She lowered her head and smelled the clothes that exuded the fragrance of laundry detergent, then walked contentedly to the bathroom and took a hot bath.
Song Jing's presence disappeared from his room again, but there were traces of her presence on the sofa and the dining table, so He Mian was not feeling too uncomfortable now.
What's more, he had been with her for several hours, and perhaps under the influence of Song Jing, the strangeness in him disappeared.
He Mian called Yu Wenjing to let him know he was safe, and also informed him of the changes in Song Jing's body after she had been with him tonight.
"I'm glad you're okay, but you've been feeling weak lately, so you need to pay more attention and be careful when working at night," Yu Wenjing reminded him.
"Yeah, I see." He paused and asked hesitantly, "Am I completely unable to transform back into a Maine Coon these days?"
"For safety reasons, don't act rashly."
He Mian sighed and said with some resentment, "Okay, this is the only way for now. Will I have these symptoms again next time I'm in heat?"
Yu Wenjing shook his head. "I don't know. This is the first time this has happened to you. Let's observe for now."
"Um."
"Why do you sound so resentful? It's been a while since you last transformed into your cat form. What's going on lately?"
He Mian finally managed a smile. "I found my owner. She likes kittens. I want to see her more and make her happy."
Yu Wenjing frowned and silently moved the phone further away, "He Mian, you have learned bad things from humans. I don't understand what master is." He shook his head, obviously thinking in the wrong way.
He Mian put away the smile on his face and said, "I think you have just learned bad habits. Song Jing is my master. She adopted me and brought me back after the accident."
Those were painful memories for He Mian, but that was also the scene where he and Song Jing first met in the true sense, so He Mian would think of that night again and again.
"But I'm still a little confused. If Song Jing doesn't feel as uncomfortable around me, will she be negatively impacted? If energy is conserved, does gaining my energy from her mean her own energy is reduced?"
He Mian was a little worried that he would have a bad influence on her. If Song Jing felt uncomfortable because of him, he would definitely feel guilty to death.
"I'm just a doctor, I'm not omnipotent... Unless you have the ability to have her come to the hospital with you and let me see her, I can make the final decision."
He Mian was stunned for a few seconds and thought carefully, "Let me try."
After he hung up the phone, he walked to the small balcony in the kitchen and looked at Song Jing's large balcony.
She planted two pots of grass on her balcony, the kind of grass with the strongest vitality that can survive without much care. There were also two pots of artificial flowers on her table. He Mian knew that she was not very good at taking care of plants, but she wanted to add some color to the decoration, so he bought two pots of artificial flowers.
Song Jing's freshly washed clothes were already hanging on the balcony pole. The wind was a bit strong at night, blowing the clothes to the side.
A cool breeze carrying the scent of Song Jing's clothes blew towards him. He Mian tilted his head back and took a deep breath of air. He did not leave the small balcony until the lights in Song Jing's living room were turned off.
When will he be able to stand by her side openly?
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