Chapter 451: The Deep-minded Female Sea King vs. the Robot Junior 46
rescue?
When Quan Jiu heard these two words, he really couldn't connect them with the energetic Xiao Tuo.
Almost everyone who can enter the emergency room has one foot on the verge of death.
She looked away from the screen and walked over to Xiao Tuo:
"Are you ill?"
Xiao Tuo: "...Yeah."
He was injured while saving her, but the person involved didn't know it and asked him back with an innocent and surprised look.
Quan Jiu's eyes immediately became complicated when he looked at Xiao Tuo.
It's so pitiful that he got a terminal illness at such a young age.
Xiao Tuo: “…”
"Stop working and sit there to have a good rest."
He was only eighteen years old, just coming of age, and Quan Jiu decided to protect this little darling of the motherland.
Xiao Tuo couldn't stand her pitying look: "I'm cured now."
Quanjiu agreed unconditionally, and even showed some affection:
"Okay, okay, okay, it's okay if you say so."
Terminal cancer, uremia, cerebral hemorrhage, a series of disease names have been rolling around in her mind.
In his last days, she would definitely let bygones be bygones and treat him well.
Xiao Tuo: “…”
It turns out that rumors will not stop at the wise. In just one afternoon, the little milk ball looked at him with a strange look in his eyes.
"Brother, do you want to eat?"
Youyou took out the lollipop that 001 bought for him.
Xiao Tuo pointed at Han Qi who was on the balcony making a phone call:
"You call him godfather, Meng Jiang mother, and me brother?"
Milk ball nodded in confusion.
Is there something wrong?
Xiao Tuo raised his hand and knocked on his forehead: "You are disrespectful. Call me uncle."
Milk ball: "..."
He doesn't understand.
Don’t normal people want to be called younger?
After a moment of hesitation, Naituanzi decided to follow his wishes:
"Uncle, have some candy."
Just consider it as following his last wish.
…
Quan Jiu was still asking Zhu Wei about Xiao Tuo's condition. As soon as the message was sent out, she was pulled into a discussion group.
Group name: Medical condition exchange group.
Quan Jiu: “…”
[Zhu Wei: Welcome goddess~]
Song Boyang: Welcome
[Tan Shuang: Ahhhh goddess, I added you, please approve it quickly! ]
Zhu Wei: Damn! This is a bad idea, you bastard! Don’t bother my goddess (machete)
Due to everyone's enthusiasm, Quan Jiu had to jump out.
[Xiao Mengmeng: Hello everyone]
Zhu Wei, Tan Shuang, and Song Boyang: Good, good, good, good, good!
Even through the screen, Quan Jiu could imagine three faces nodding and greeting.
[Xiao Mengmeng: Is Xiao Tuo's illness serious?]
Zhu Wei: It was very serious. The doctors couldn't treat him, so they had to discharge him.
Quan Jiu stared at the screen, his expression gradually becoming solemn.
Doctors have given up on treatment, which is undoubtedly the worst case scenario.
She looked up at the man sitting on the sofa playing Go with Naituanzi, and her mood suddenly became heavy.
"Your expression made me doubt for a moment that I was already dead."
When Xiao Tuo looked up, his eyes met hers.
Quan Jiu rarely refrained from confronting him: "Can I take your pulse?"
"You know medicine?" Xiao Tuo looked surprised.
Quan Jiu walked over and sat down next to him: "I know a little."
The woman's soft, boneless hand rested on his wrist, her warm fingertips resting on the surface of his skin, transmitting a steady stream of heat.
Xiao Tuo lowered his eyes and looked at Quan Jiu, who looked serious. The woman had skin as white as cream and moist red lips. She was quietly feeling his pulse.
"This isn't a disease..." Quan Jiu was a little frustrated.
According to Zhu Wei, the doctors in the hospital also said that he was not sick, but he was indeed sent for emergency treatment.
Tan Shuang: Senior Meng, Brother Xiao is used to being arrogant. He can't stand other people's sympathetic looks and doesn't want others to know about his illness. Please try not to mention this in front of him.
When Quan Jiu saw this message, her right hand had not yet moved away from Xiao Tuo's wrist. She slowly withdrew her hand and could only comfort him in vain:
"Keep a calm mind, it shouldn't be a big problem."
Xiao Tuo: "...Yeah."
He's really not sick.
The game between the Han family and the Ling family has reached a critical moment. Han Qi is busy with work and has to return to the company early.
Because of the fire, he gave Quan Jiu four days off so that she could have a good rest at home.
When Han Qi left, Naituanzi was still reluctant to leave. He tugged at his sleeve and said reluctantly:
"Goodbye, godfather..."
He missed the golden opportunity to please the beauty.
As soon as Han Qi left, Quan Jiu rushed into the laboratory, leaving Naituanzi and Xiao Tuo staring at each other.
Xiao Tuo leaned lazily on the sofa pillow and hooked his finger at him.
Out of respect for the dying man's wishes, Milk Ball came over with his butt sticking out:
"What's wrong, uncle?"
Xiao Tuo got straight to the point: "You want Han Qi to be your stepfather?"
Naituozi kicked off his slippers, climbed onto the sofa and lay down, holding his chin with his hands:
"Is it that obvious?"
But my mom didn’t notice.
Xiao Tuo said indifferently: "A second-hand man is not worthy of your mother."
This was the first time Naituanzi heard the term "second-hand man" and looked up in confusion:
"ah?"
Because of the word "your mother", he looked at Xiao Tuo with more favor.
Xiao Tuo: "A man who gets married and divorced is just worthless second-hand goods. A good woman won't want a man like that."
Milk ball: “???”
Really?
He scratched his head.
He did mind the fact that Han Qi was married, and Xiao Tuo's words only made him feel even more resentful.
"well……"
He sighed.
Why is it so difficult to find a good man for my mother?
Xiao Tuo stopped there, looked at his thoughtful face, and pointed at the chessboard:
"Are you coming again?"
Naituanzi sat up with a somersault: "Come!"
He thought he was very powerful, but he didn't expect that in front of Xiao Tuo, he was just a younger brother.
Two hours later.
Naituanzi lost sixteen games in a row, and his death became more tragic each time.
The originally energetic child lowered his head dejectedly, holding the white chess piece in his hand with his teeth clenched.
"I lost again..."
Xiao Tuo: "Come again."
The reason he played so many games of chess with the little guy was not because he liked to bully children, but because he found that he had a high level of comprehension.
On the surface, each time he lost, he lost miserably, but in reality, his style of play had been influenced by him and had become stable and tolerant.
When Naituanzi played chess in the past, he was like a tiger coming down the mountain, with great momentum and winning very quickly. However, his disadvantages were also obvious. Once he met an opponent stronger than him, he would be helpless.
After sixteen rounds of games, Naituanzi has learned how to plan for the long term, and he can even perfectly replicate the tactics he used in previous times many times.
"Not coming."
The little girl pursed her lips and pushed the chess piece away capriciously.
Who isn't a baby yet? He's going to be helpless and furious for a while.
Xiao Tuo didn't expect his temper to flare up so quickly: "Anyway, I won't let you."
The little girl's cheeks puffed up: "I don't need you to give in."
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