"Don't worry," the nurse blinked. "They are in or around the hall." She waved her hands in the air as if they could be anywhere, she didn't care at all. "I swear to them that I will protect you and make sure you don't get into trouble."
Claire said nothing. She has become accustomed to the kindness of nurse Flanagan, but no adult has ever spoken to her like her - relaxed, scheming, funny and humorous.
"Eat, eat, you are skinny and skinny. The wind may blow you away."
Claire looked at the nurse with keen eyes. This doesn't look like a trap.
"Eat, or I will blow your breath myself, then with a puff, you will leave," she snapped her fingers. "That's it."
Claire moved her leg to her pussy and started eating. She saw the nurse busy in the room, thinking that this nurse was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. It is generally believed that a woman is a nurse for two reasons-either she is too ordinary to catch a man, or she has not caught a man and needs to see a doctor. Of course, neither of these people is suitable for this woman. She can become a movie star. The suitors must line up a mile long to be lucky enough to hold her hand.
The beautiful nurse checked the little boy, took a light breath, rubbed his round belly, and pulled the blanket. The blanket was kicked off and kicked all the way to the chin. Next, she cleaned and decorated Sipper's incision, keeping Claire from seeing it.
Claire ate everything on the plate and she was stuffed with food. Her abdominal muscles relaxed and she suddenly felt very tired.
"Good boy," said the nurse, "you need strength."
At this moment, Claire heard Doctor Black walking through the corridor. Old Doctor Black's voice hummed and vibrated, and he was already in any room long before he arrived. Claire jumped out of her pussy, straightened her skirt, and smoothed her hair with her hands, trying to make herself look as decent as possible. She stood at attention, because this was expected.
"Hello, nurse." Old Doctor Black roared: "How is our patient?"
"Hello, Doctor Black. Our patients are recovering well," she nodded to them, smiling cheerfully.
Both doctors seemed to be taken aback by the nurse's charm. There are more senior grades than lower grades. Old Doctor Black's collar stretched all the way to his cheeks, all the way to his forehead.
Old Doctor Black said: "I'm sorry, we are not familiar, I thought I knew the looks of all the nurses.".
"Nurse Evelyn Gray, sir," said Nurse Evelyn.
""Are you new here? How come I haven't seen you before?"
"I'm not new here, sir. Nurse Evelyn said, "I seem to be here all the time. "." Our roads have never crossed. "
"It's pitiful," muttered old Doctor Black. He took off his hat and turned it absently in his hand.
Dr. Black stood one step on the right behind his father. He didn't say anything, which was expected. He rarely speaks in front of his father.
Old Doctor Black stared at Claire. It was not a trivial matter to break the eye contact with nurse Evelyn, he did so reluctantly. Claire stood in the shadow of Nurse Evelyn.
""Ah, she is there. Did they turn you into a nanny too, Nurse Evelyn? We do not want to take up your time or further distract your work. The older girl will go with us right away and be sent back to the hospital. "
"Doctor Black, I assure you that she won't cause you trouble," said nurse Evelyn.
"Don't be fooled by her likable appearance, she is weak and irresponsible. She is like all our children, tortured because of her mental retardation. Isn't it, Neil?"
Doctor Black has been staring at Claire since he entered the room. He was not attracted by Evelyn's beauty or elegant, feminine figure. He stood behind his father's shoulders and looked at Claire sadly.
"Yes, Nurse Evelyn, she tried to escape many times," Neal said.
Nurse Evelyn smiled briskly. Her laughter is contagious. Even the old Doctor Black couldn't help laughing.
"She sounds like a smart girl," Nurse Evelyn said. She put her hand on the arm of Old Doctor Black and looked into his eyes pleadingly. "She's really not a trouble. In fact, she provided me with a good company. I am the only nurse in the children's ward today. It is refreshing to talk to someone over five years old."
"Okay," Old Doctor Black stammered. He gently patted nurse Evelyn's hand with his free hand. "If you are sure she won't get in the way, I'll let her stay until evening."
""Sir, I think she should go with us. "We can no longer impose the kindness of Nurse Evelyn," Neil Black said.
"Nonsense," said Old Doctor Black and nurse Evelyn at the same time. They were fascinated by their simultaneous answers, and they all laughed. Evelyn gently blinked her long, dense eyelashes, and gently turned her face away, letting a burst of delicate blush slip across her cheeks. Old Doctor Black smiled openly.
"But, sir, Claire belongs to the jīng god's hospital," Neil insisted.
Old Doctor Black turned to Neil. His cheerful personality disappeared in an instant. He glared at his son. His son did not flinch under his watch. This time Neal did not intend to give in. He will not leave Claire here.
Old Doctor Black found something in his son's eyes—ownership? obligation? Worried? He turned his gaze from his son to Claire, and then back again. His face reddened again, but this time it could not be attributed to Nurse Evelyn's charm to eliminate hostility. He was furious.
"She stayed!" he said.
"but-"
"Stop talking, kid!" Old Doctor Black raised his index finger. He will not be disobeyed by anyone, nor by his son. "I'll send someone to pick her up in a while," the old Doctor Black said to Nurse Evelyn. "Happy, if you have any needs, please call us."
"Of course. Sir, I wish you a happy day," said nurse Evelyn. She continued to walk forward, seemingly unaware of the tension between father and son.
"Come on, Neil," Doctor Black strode out of the room.
Neil didn't move. He turned his gaze from Claire to Nurse Evelyn. The nurse Evelyn laughed, but Claire refused to look in his eyes. She turned to look at the floor. He felt a tightness in his chest.
"Claire?" He said softly. If he talked to her directly, she would certainly not ignore him. She said nothing, nor looked up.
Old Doctor Black appeared at the door again. He looked as angry and dangerous as a grizzly. "Now!" he roared.
Neal followed closely behind. His steps were heavy and slow. He looked back one last time. Claire was still looking at the floor, but Nurse Evelyn looked straight at him. Their eyes met together. Her face was not the pleasant face just now. It is cold, hard, and sharp. She squinted her eyes.
"Goodbye, Doctor Black," she said. Her voice was sweet and light, but she continued to see him as a mouse, a pest that she would be happy to kill if she had a brick or a bat on her hand.
When Sipper woke up, Nurse Evelyn had only left the room for a minute. The little girl's eyes lit up when she saw Claire.
"Here you are, little chipmunk," Claire said. "how do you feel?"
"My stomach hurts," Sybil said. "What happened?"
"Your appendix made you sick, so the doctor put you to sleep and took out this nasty little thing. Your stomach hurts, but now that you have your appendix removed, you will soon be better. "
"What is the appendix?"
"This is a **** in your internal organs."
"Oh," Sybil yawned and stretched. She stretched her body and finally whimpered.
"You'd better lie down quietly," Claire said.
"Can I have a look? My appendix?"
"I don't think so," Claire said.
"I beg you."
"Tell you, Pumpkin Head, I'm going to sneak in to find it and see if I can find it. Maybe they put it in a large glass bottle floating in the **. I bet there must be someone’s appendix and other things in the cupboard. ."
Sai Bao giggled.
Claire began to move sneakily in the room, like a robbery jewel thief. She turned the end of her imaginary beard. ""I will bring you as much as possible? what do you think? How much do you want?"
Sybil stopped giggling and looked at Claire as if she didn't know if they were still joking.
"It's just mine," Sybil said.
"No problem, turkey face," Claire said. "A Saibao appendix will be ready soon."
Claire tiptoed towards the door.
"Wait," Sybil said, eyes widening. "Tell me a story first."
"Are you sure?" Claire asked. "It may be my only chance now. Don't you want it? You have to choose one, story or appendix?"
Sybil thought for a while.
"Story," she decided.
"As you wish, little goat."
Claire climbed onto Sybil's bed and hugged her.
"Which story?"
"There is no time to tell a story," said nurse Evelyn. Claire did not notice that Nurse Evelyn had returned to the room. She put a pile of clothes and a small suitcase in the empty room next to Sabier's house.
"Look!" Nurse Evelyn said. She took out a beautiful cherry doll from the front apron pocket.
Sybil's eyes rounded. She had never seen such a perfect little doll. Some girls in the institute got dolls when their parents came to visit them. No one had ever visited Sybil, so she had no dolls, no wooden carts, and nothing. Once, Claire tied a rag to one of her dolls, tied a big knot on her head, and tied a small knot on her hand. The remaining fabric was her skirt. Sybil called her rag doll Marjorie. Marjorie had no face except the one Sybil pretended to be. The doll in the hands of nurse Evelyn had a face, a very beautiful porcelain face with eyes, a nose, and a perfect pink mouth. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)