She can finally joke.
Huo Yunque knelt beside her on one knee, pursing his lips to see her smiling like a child.
"Yeah," he said noncommittally, "but, even if you regret it, it's already too late—"
I will give you whatever you want.
If you want a sense of security, I will give myself to you.
Except for one thing, you can't leave.
"elder brother… "
After laughing for a while, Song Yaoyao suddenly calmed down. She played with his hand and said softly, "You can accompany me to the doctor."
She is known as a miracle doctor, but she can't cure herself.
The cloakroom became quiet, and the air was flowing slightly.
The girl's jet-black hair was fluffed over her shoulders, and she lowered her head, revealing a small section of the back of her snow-white neck.
There is a dense pain spreading in my heart.
Huo Yunque nodded and smiled, "Okay."
In fact, there is no need to go to an outside hospital to see a doctor, it can be done at home.
Huo Zhai has all kinds of small medical equipment, and even opened up a private space for Liu Yu at the back.
At this time, the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant.
But Song Yaoyao wasn't afraid here, she was surrounded by a familiar environment, and the decoration style didn't look like a hospital.
"It'll be fine later, if you're afraid, just make a sound, huh?"
Song Yaoyao nodded slightly.
Huo Yunque pulled her hair back, the little girl was wearing a loose sweater, her face was pointed, and she was getting thinner and thinner.
With a pair of eyes, it is getting darker, with watery light, so quiet that it makes people feel distressed.
"Cough... Sir, it's just a routine checkup. Are you up to it?" Liu Yu leaned against the doorway, covering his face as if his teeth were sore, "At least take care of me, a single dog?"
Huo Yunque didn't change his face, he held her small face and rubbed it lightly with his fingertips, leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.
"Sorry, single dogs have no human rights."
"Pfft..."
Song Yaoyao was amused and relieved some nervousness. She pushed Huo Yunque, "Brother, you go out first."
Huo Yunque helplessly tapped her nose, and helped her to lie down.
The cabin is eerily quiet.
But because of Huo Yunque, Song Yaoyao felt that everything was acceptable.
She exhaled, "I'm ready."
Liu Yu resumed his seriousness and began to prepare.
The instrument was turned on, enveloping Song Yaoyao in it.
The man backed away slowly, and there was a Sanskrit character on each of the beads wrapped around his wrist. He twitched carelessly, his pitch-black eyes were dim, like overturned ink, in which a silent undercurrent was surging.
Time passed by every minute and every second...
Liu Yu frowned slightly. He turned off the instrument, looked at Song Yaoyao who was still lying in the cabin and didn't know anything, and winked at Huo Yunque.
The two walked out one after the other.
"Sir, is there some misunderstanding?"
"Get to the point."
The man's expression was so calm that no one could detect any panic, only the fingertips of the hand holding the prayer beads were slightly white.
"Miss Song is very healthy."
Liu Yu looked in the direction of the examination room, "At least the results of the examination are like this. Ms. Song's body is normal in all aspects, and her brain cells are also very active. There is no problem found. The blame is here..."
Liu Yu rubbed his face, "According to what you said, Ms. Song will lose her mind when she sees blood. Or is she suffering from some kind of hidden mental illness, such as bipolar disorder? There is another kind—"
He raised his eyes and looked at Huo Yunque.
The man opened his lips calmly, "Trauma?"
Also known as, having been stimulated.