Not only is Dr. Zhao strange, but the system also feels that something is wrong.

Although the pulse of the little obedient girl is weak, it is still stable, and it is not yet the time for the little life to whine.

Could it be ...... Is he pretending?

That's what he's pretending!

This bad little girl!

The system is angry, [Dumb Bao, he's fine, he's lying to you!] 】

However.

Ah Chan didn't seem to hear it.

She lay on the head of the bed, her little hands tightly holding Bo Qibao's warm palm.

Dr. Zhao rolled his eyelids.

She patted his little hand: "Little obedient is not afraid, not afraid." ”

Dr. Zhao frowned in confusion to look at his hand.

She frowned.

Hold his little hand and give it to the doctor.

Then he held his face and gently rubbed his eyelids with his little finger: "Little girl, do you hurt?" ”

Bo Qibao's eyelids trembled lightly under her palm.

Don't give him a small hand.

And hold his face.

He pursed his lips, his thin white neck was still not visible, and he swallowed slightly: "Hmm." ”

"Where does it hurt, little girl?" Ah Chan's little hands were a little at a loss.

Curled long eyelashes are immediately covered with a layer of mist.

"Headache." I heard him snort in a low voice.

"I'll help the little girl rub it."

The fingers that covered his eyes moved to his forehead.

Delicate palms, rub and rub.

Dr. Zhao was a little flustered.

I really can't find out what's wrong with the eldest young master.

"Let's send the eldest young master to the hospital, and I'll give the eldest young master a comprehensive examination."

Uncle Bo and his wife suddenly became nervous, and hurriedly called someone to prepare the car.

Bo Qibao's eyes lifted: "I don't hurt anymore." ”

"Young master is not afraid, it won't hurt after checking..."

Dr. Zhao thought he was young and afraid to go to the hospital, so he hurriedly comforted him.

It's just that the voice hasn't fallen.

felt that the eldest young master's cold eyes stabbed him coldly.

How?

How can there be an illusion that he has ruined the young master's good deeds?

"I'm fine, I want to sleep for a while."

Bo Qibao closed his eyes and said coldly.

Well... Let the young master sleep?

Or do you insist on his judgment and go to the hospital?

"That's good, the young master has a good rest, I'll wait outside, and the young master will call me if he is uncomfortable."

Dr. Zhao said faster than he realized.

Uncle Bo and his wife felt that it was better to go to the hospital.

But Shippo was unwilling.

Hearing that Dr. Zhao called their director to come over, the couple felt a little relieved.

"Good girl, then let's go downstairs first and let your brother have a good rest." Mrs. Bo wants to hug Ah Chan.

"I'll accompany the little girl!"

Ah Chan held Bo Qibao's little face and refused to let go.

But Qibao doesn't look like he wants someone to accompany him, and Mrs. Bo is afraid that he will annoy his sister.

Some asked him cautiously.

"Qibao, do you want your sister to accompany you?"

Bo Qibao grabbed the sheet with his small hand.

The fine eyelashes cover the eyelids and tremble.

As if some secret mind was about to be seen through, he snorted lowly: "Hmm." ”

Whew, it's okay, I'm going to accompany you.

Madame Bo breathed a sigh of relief.

As a result, there were only two people left in the room, Bo Qibao and Ah Chan.

"Little girl, do you still hurt?"

Ah Chan held his face in his small hands.

The soft little head was next to his cheek, and the soft voice was glutinous, as if bringing out a soft cry.

Bo Qibao's heart softened.

Raised his hand and touched her head: "It doesn't hurt anymore." ”

Oh.

Azen let go of his face.

"My hands hurt." Just listen to him say tightly.

"Oh!" The soft little hand immediately held his palm.

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The signing is in progress~ nervous and looking forward to it.

Small flowers and bones, cute and lovely, need to be cared for~

The little cuties feed some tickets, and the dumb treasure can thrive, and the dumb treasure is not very good to raise~