"Yes, Your Excellency."

Indifferent and detached voices.

"But do you wait until I, a patient who has just come out of the operating room, is pushed into the ward and placed in the ward?"

Walsso choked.

It was he who was in a hurry.

As soon as he saw his cousin so worried about the other party, he behaved a little unprofessionally.

Ah Chan just shook Austin's hand and followed him to the ward.

He was badly wounded.

The already unusually fair face is even more poignant, and the holy and noble face adds a sense of weakness.

Not to mention the girl, it's Walshar's knight, and it's a little unbearable to look at.

Ahh

This is the object of his suspicion!

"Professor Austin, can you elaborate on what happened?"

Walsall sat in a chair at the end of the bed and asked.

The slightly wrinkled eyes fell on the cousin at the head of the bed.

The cousin wore his red knight's uniform, and his white little hands kept holding Professor Austin's bony hand.

Like a baby, rubbing and rubbing, and from time to time I breathe softly.

Cousin, what is the relationship with Professor Austin?

Why is this... Intimacy?

"At that time, it suddenly rained heavily, and I sent Ah Chan home."

Professor Austin's beautiful voice, even in a hospital room.

It also sounds so elegant and beautiful, like a guqin light.

With a weak aura due to injury, it seems that the knight who asked the question was the real impersonal.

In short, the distress in Ah Chan's eyes, he really captured it.

Professor Austin pursed his blood-colored lips slightly.

Go on.

"When I encountered the pursuit of the blood clan on the road, I panicked for a while, lost my square inch, and only knew how to drive forward desperately."

"Then why stop?"

Walsso seized on the loophole in his words.

"Doesn't Professor Austin know that you're just an ordinary human and can't deal with so many bloods?"

"To put it mildly, even if there is only one person on the other side, if you get out of the car, it will be a blood bag for nothing."

Walsall did not directly debunk his suspicions about the professor.

Rather, I want to see what the other person has to say.

Austin's gaze suddenly deepened.

stared deeply at the little girl who was bent on warming his hands.

Word by word:

"Because, I have, someone I want to protect."

The little girl was obviously stunned.

Walsau: ......

In front of his cousin, molesting his sister?!

The light flirt is not over yet.

"Even if she dies, you must fight for her life, and wait for the rescue of your knight guard."

And mock them knightly guards?

He's just condemning their convoy for going too late?

Azen stared blankly at Professor Austin's pale face.

The mist is hazy, slowly filling with water, little obedient...

Walso's face was very unpleasant, and he couldn't hold his breath.

"Professor Austin alone can defeat dozens of blood clans, and our knight escort team will have to rely on the professor to rescue in the future."

Austin heard.

Seems a little surprised.

The beautiful faces that were pale and slightly weak, looked at each other with some puzzlement.

"Why did the Walsau knight say that? If you hadn't arrived in time, I probably wouldn't have made it back alive today. ”

Walsau: ...... Pretend, give him back!

--

Walso came out of the room.

I asked the doctor for Professor Austin's injury report, as well as a blood test report.

Deep, bony cuts on his chest were caused by the Bloodclan's claws.

As for the blood report.

No ability mutations.

And no... Genes of the Bloodline.

Could it be that he is really too careful?

--

The heavy rain stopped.

The sky was clear again, and after tossing for a long time, it was only evening.

When Walsso went to the hospital room and asked his cousin to go home with him, he heard Professor Austin say that he was going to be discharged.

The doctor advised him to stay in the hospital for at least a week.

And the doctor heard that the professor lives alone, and there is no one to take care of him when he goes back.

See the beautiful and seductive Professor Austin.

The plain gaze means looking at the little girl at the head of the bed inexplicably.

Walsall was shocked.

Strode into the ward: "Cousin, let's go home, don't disturb the professor's rest." ”

Austin pursed her lips slightly.

Just looked at it fixedly, wrapped in other people's clothes, going home with others, little girl.

The bloodless and frail face seems to silently tell a fact:

I'm hurting to protect you.

At home, there is no one to take care of.