"It's okay, the contents of my stomach are clean and refreshed." Anya was a little stubborn. How can she compare herself to the patients in the operating room when she is not feeling well, she must go back quickly.

"You go back to the office and rest first, I'll take care of the dean."

"I'm fine."

"If you don't go back to the office to rest, I'll immediately go and tell the dean that you're throwing up and dying in the women's bathroom, and you'll see if he will abandon the patient immediately!"

"Don't don't, don't, don't you, how can I be so serious. No, why are you scaring him, I'm just eating a bad stomach, don't tell him!" Anya looked dumbfounded at Gaby who threatened her with a serious expression...... Inexplicably very lethal!

"Then you just go back to the office for me to rest, and if I let me know that you are fooling around in the hallway, I will definitely tell the dean ten times worse."

"Alas, all right, all right, I see, you can't tell him; If he asks, he will say that I eat bad things and have a bad stomach, please!"

"Yes, yes, it's just a pig's scalp, I know."

Oh - why did you mention the pig scalp to hurt her again, and the nausea came up again.

"Anya!" Aiden angrily walks into the office and finds the disobedient little silly wife.

"Scared!" was yelled at by the uncle so loudly, and his hand that was writing was scared crooked by him. "Hey, I'm making a typo."

"Hand out."

Anya was inexplicable, and as soon as her hand was stretched out, she immediately screamed in pain:

"It hurts, what are you doing with me? It's bleeding!"

"Be quiet and don't talk!" As soon as Aiden saw the blood, he immediately took out a premeditated small dropper from the pocket of his white robe, and after a few minutes, he walked out with a tense face and a small dropper.

"What the hell, this person? A gust of wind coming and going? His face still stinks, it's a gust of stink." Looking down at the index finger that had been pricked with a needle, he silently took it into his mouth.

Poke a hole in my finger and wait for you to come back and see how I teach you!

No, I don't need to teach him a lesson, I just need to call and complain to Brother Stink, and you're ready to be beaten on the side of the road!

What are you trying to do by poking a hole in my finger and stealing half a tube of blood? Don't ask yet?

Is there a doctor as domineering as you in this world? What do you want to do stealing other people's blood? Has the blood bank been out of blood recently? But that's not right, such a small amount of blood can only feed mosquitoes, right? As soon as the sun broke, it evaporated...... What exactly is it?

"Uncle's recent head has become more and more unreasonable, actually stealing my blood? It's not going to be checked for HIV, is it? It's like what he wrote in his journal before, what ASL or ANLS...... No, he said what kind of advanced neurological lifesaver it was...... Nerve lifesaver, well, I think he's in need of nerve lifesaver right now. Is there a nerve disease in stealing my blood?"

Anya silently put an OK bandage on her poor finger and kept cursing her brain.

Dozens of minutes passed, and Aiden walked in again, accompanied by an extremely gentle and careful voice:

"Baby wife?"

Anya heard the uncle's extremely unusual tone, and looked at him with wide eyes and panic:

"You...... Did you get any stimulus?"

Aiden only smiled and didn't answer, and that expression made Anya creepy as she looked around in a panic for a weapon to defend herself.

"Baby."

"What, what? You, you, what do you want to do?"

"What's wrong with you?"

"Y-what's wrong with you, what's going on with you? Invaded by aliens or possessed by demons?" Anya saw Aiden slowly approaching her, and quickly picked up the brick book on the table and put it on her chest. "If you come over again, I'll flatten you."

"You're willing to hit me?"

"Of course I am willing, I will flatten you, I will flatten you, this psychopath. just rushed in and stole people's blood; Now it's terrible to walk in and give it diligently, what do you want to do? You're not Aiden, are you?" Anya jumped out of her seat, dodging him as she got closer.

"Watch your steps, walk well, don't jump."

"You first

Prove you're Aiden!"

"No matter what topic I have now, there's no way to stop smiling at this face." Aiden said this, and Anya realized that his problem was in the weird smile. What happened to such an unusual grinning face?

"What's wrong? Did you win the lottery or did you find the money?"

"Can a good mood only be money?" Aiden took advantage of her inattention, grabbed her into his arms with an arrow step, and hugged her hard. "Here you go, see for yourself."

Anya didn't have time to struggle, and her attention was focused on the slip in Aiden's hand. Road:

"Blood test report? You really stole my blood to get it checked, why are you? I don't have HIV, so what can I get tested for?"

"Baby, blood is not just a test for AIDS. It just so happened that you vomited all the contents of your stomach just now, so this is the most accurate time to check." Aiden pinched her nose slightly, and her smile was cracking to the base of her ears.

"You know...... Gaby must have told you, damn it! I told her not to say it." Anya puffed out her cheeks and flattened her mouth, and her dissatisfaction was all written on her face.

"I knew you wouldn't tell me, so I stole half of your blood and let me test it myself." Aiden looked at the index of the specific field reported by the blood, and was delighted. "When I saw that your reaction was positive, I immediately hugged the medical examiner next to me and turned around three times...... It's a shame to think about it now."

"Positive? What is positive? I don't really have AIDS, do I?"

"Baby, HCG is positive, you're pregnant."

"Clams?" Anya's mind went blank.

"Thank you for the opportunity to test for myself the arrival of my child." Aiden said as he picked up Anya and spun around a few times.

"Clams? What?"

Well, his little silly wife hasn't reacted yet. It doesn't matter, he still has 9 months to slowly enlighten her.

He does not quarrel or shout, and no one hears his voice in the streets—Mat12:19.

Windsor, Berkshire

Located in the upper reaches of the Thames, the most top, mysterious and aristocratic school in the United Kingdom, across the bank from Windsor Castle, the Queen's Queen's Palace, Eton College, known as the "Cradle of Gentlemen", has completely condensed the core of the essence of British traditional education since its founding by King Henry VI in 1440.

The aristocratic boys who studied here could only go to school in tuxedos in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Those in black and white tuxedos are ordinary students, and those in colored waistcoats and gray trousers are student leaders, who have excellent grades and have high status and power in the group.

The elite who graduated from Eton College unconsciously pigeoned into the Eton School gang, which included world-renowned figures such as the Duke of Wellington, the writer George Orwell, Prince William and British Prime Minister David Cameron. Eton's claim to be the most powerful school in the world is that it aims to nurture the elite of the aristocracy, revealing the most fascinating parts of the British royal tradition.

In the elegant and quiet town of Windsor during the day, you can meet Eton College students with briefcases on the road, and with the street scene of Eton Town with blue sky and white clouds, you can deeply feel the nobility and reserve of British gentlemen; But at night, it transforms into a splendid labyrinth where only connoisseurs can find the entrance, and the labyrinth is represented by the famous Tartarus Bar.

The hustle and bustle of purple drunken gold fans, rebelling against the elegance of Windsor and the extravagance of Eaton, is a place for reserved English gentlemen to find a little breathing space.

Tartarus is synonymous with hell in Greek mythology, a prison for the wicked, separated from the world by the River Styx; In Dante's Divine Comedy, Tartarus is a terrifying place where Kronos imprisons the Cyclops, even deeper than the underworld.

The Bar of Tartarus, which bears its name, is a prison for the wicked, offering people who were born with original sin to be liberated by the ferrying of alcohol in a stressful society on a certain night.

The cold blue neon Tartarus sign, the ethereal smoke that enters the room is a mixture of plant, sweet and bitter cigars; The insistence of Eatons is that even if they are down, the ashes of their fingers should never be sloppy. If you feel it carefully in the smelly air, you can still detect the bitter fragrance of the subject

For example, the smell of coffee, cocoa, or burning leaves is not bitter, but has a faint aftertaste.

Piercing the air of visible bitterness is a mellow old song from the 60s, with lyrics that describe the eternal humanity, bringing a kind of tranquility to the whole bar, and even a haven for lost passers-by in the search for meaning in life.

The bartender, who is called the soul of the bar, is the most important consideration for repeat drinkers. Each bar has a signature bartender, and each bartender has his own specialty; The splendid technique and the unforgettable taste in the throat touch the depths of the heart.

There are several bartenders in the Bar of Tartarus, half male and half female, and one of them is interested in the looks, both men and women. It is a woman's figure, but with a man's cold eyes, revealing the arrogance of disdain for the world; If she is a man, her expression contains a touch of perseverance and gentleness unique to women. The special gradient hair color of the inner dark and the outer gray, the eight-two bangs are scattered to the left, and the neat medium and short hair are highlighting her character; But the extremely white complexion, the focused green eyes reflecting the snow cup, and the immature face without fat powder are as pure as a student.

The two contradictions are blended in the female bartender, and the natural charming temperament makes people want to explore her details, and the woman seems to know her own charm, and she can always send it gracefully without causing disputes in the face of entangled drinkers. The men who deliberately pursued were easily defeated, but they did not give up easily, so that as long as the women stood on the platform, the business was endless.

The pursuit of many men would have caused the bar to be flooded, but surprisingly, the drinkers who stepped forward to challenge him would always leave within 7 minutes, and the owner of the Tartarus bar saw that she was not bothered, so she left it to her.

Why not improve performance?