"so… "
The kidnapper who was blackmailed responded with a deep groan. Glancing at Wang Laoji who had started to hold the little orange cat in circles, he nodded decisively: "Okay, then let's not do it."
"Human beings who don't know how to praise—you will regret it!"
Apparently he didn't expect the direction of the plot, the other party was at a loss for words for a moment, then put down a threat angrily, and hung up the phone abruptly.
I've been used to strong winds and waves in the past few days, and a blackmail call wouldn't make Dr. Shang take it too seriously. Putting away the phone casually, after a few bites of breakfast, he got up and patted Wang Laoji on the shoulder: "Take good care of my brother at home, and bring you Maoxuewang back after get off work."
"I still want to eat blood sausage, white meat!"
Wang Laoji, who was obsessed with petting cats, apparently did not hear the call. Putting the little Taotie on his head, he skillfully picked up two bags of milk powder, and strode towards the backyard.
"Looking at it this way, he doesn't need to be beaten so much..."
Suddenly, a somewhat unfamiliar voice came from behind. Shang Haojia turned around subconsciously. He was a middle-aged man with an unfamiliar appearance. His sword eyebrows and starry eyes were impressive, and he looked like the most traditional handsome image in China: "Xianlin—Mr.?"
"How did you know?"
Being called out by him as soon as he opened his mouth, Xianlin widened his eyes in surprise, and looked at him in disbelief: "This is the first day that I appeared in front of you as an incarnation, and my voice is not the same as when I was a dragon. It's the same, how do you still know it's me?"
Looking at the horns on the human-shaped golden dragon's head and the big tail behind him, Dr. Shang pondered for a moment, but still kindly chose to see through without telling the truth: "Probably—I'm more talented..."
"That's necessary. Only talented people can sign our son. I think you are good. You have made a good start for them both."
Proud of his vision, Xianlin squinted his eyes and nodded, then took the two little guys out of his pocket and stuffed them into his hands without any explanation.
"Theoretically, the newly signed person and the dragon have to spend three days together to achieve the integration of luck. You are busy at work and can't take leave, so let them both go to work with you."
"Take them—won't it really cause panic?"
Taking over the two little guys worriedly, Dr. Shang had almost anticipated the lively scene in the emergency room, and couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed his temples: "Do I still need to make some disguises for them, such as pretending to be Pens and such... ”
"No. Unlike them who raise phoenixes and have to pretend to be sculptures, we dragons don't pay so much attention."
Xianlin waved his hand disapprovingly, responded heartily, and patted him on the shoulder proudly: "Dragon people are born to mimic, one of them can mimic sparks, and the other can mimic lightning. Go outside, Absolutely no one knows that you have two dragons on you!"
"Then everyone will know that I am a spark and lightning all the way..."
After imagining that scene, Dr. Shang couldn't help feeling his head was as big as a bucket. Just about to think of something else, the two little guys who were sleeping late woke up at the same time, rubbed their eyes with their tails sleepily, and leaned on him involuntarily.
Xianbei's ears are good, and after hearing most of the conversation between the two, she wrapped her arms around Dr. Shang's wrist, coquettishly pressing the dragon's horn against the back of his hand: "Don't worry, brother doctor, we two were originally small, mimicking It won't be so conspicuous... "
"That's right - both of us are very powerful, and we can still protect Brother Doctor!"
Although he woke up a few seconds later than his younger brother, Xianbao immediately cheered up and nodded in agreement: "And we still have a skill! Because we are rain dragons who can call wind and rain, anyone who takes us with us , the surrounding will always be as cool as rain... "
"The reason is very good, I was persuaded - go, go to work with my brother."
In the scorching summer, even Dr. Yi Shang's tenacious will was deeply moved by this welfare. Nodding decisively, he accepted this new treatment with sparks and lightning all the way.
Despite his husky pedigree, the werewolf butler was very reliable in driving, and he was transported to the hospital smoothly within half an hour. Accompanied by the excited cheers of the two little guys all the way, Dr. Shang also started his duty life with a portable air conditioner for the first time.
"Our walking waivers are back—how about a vacation, isn't it great?"
As soon as he walked into the department, he was met with heartbroken gazes from a group of colleagues, which made Dr. Shang feel a little guilty. He nodded vaguely, took the white clothes thrown by his colleagues, and put them on neatly: "Are you so busy? I came back to work overtime during the vacation..."
"It's not busy at all. It's just about receiving two hundred registrations every day, and also being a witness of the last wounding incident, and taking time to help your elders take notes."
The colleague patted him on the shoulder, but his expression suddenly became a little mysterious, and he winked at him seriously.
"You don't even know, you just took a vacation and missed what a wonderful thing-have you ever seen a werewolf? We have, such a scary big guy, no wonder he can hurt so many people at once. We all It signed a non-disclosure agreement, this matter can only be spread in our department, and it must not be said outside, that is, our colleagues only reluctantly tell you."
"Even if you go out and say it, how many people will believe it? You can tell from Xiao Shang's expression that he definitely doesn't believe it. If you haven't seen this thing with your own eyes, it's impossible for anyone to just listen to your nonsense."
The deputy director interrupted, called out the photos on the phone, pulled Shang Haojia to the corner, and sneakily handed it to him for a look.
"Come on, we all pay attention to seeing is believing, let me show you the real thing - I took this photo secretly, I wanted to open your eyes, but don't tell anyone, remember?"
"Yes, I will definitely not say it outside."
Feeling the little dragon in his pocket moving back and forth, Dr. Shang nodded guiltily. Pushing back the little guy who wanted to poke his head out to watch the excitement, he raised his hand without hesitation and swore: "This is the secret of our department. I will definitely keep it strictly and never reveal it."
"Old Shang, aren't you surprised at all? This is a werewolf, not a genetically modified rabbit or a new breed of mouse—this can really transform in front of your eyes!"
Seeing that he didn't even respond with the slightest surprise, the colleague felt disappointed, and shook his head discouragedly: "Aren't you afraid that some Frankenstein will come up with it, and you will come up with a Resident Evil 8 later?"
"Has Resident Evil already reached eight?"
When I was in college, I was still playing the first few games, but I didn't expect the time to pass so quickly. Shang Haojia exclaimed sincerely, and then suddenly came to his senses, quickly stood up straight under the condemning eyes of his colleagues, raised a hand and changed his words solemnly: "No, I was just too surprised that I lost my response." Some reactions..."
"That's more or less—alright, let's go and sort out the medical records. We haven't collected the medical records for the past two days, and we specially kept them to welcome you back."
Only then did the colleague nodded in satisfaction, patted him on the shoulder, and pushed him out of the consulting room.
Being pushed out the door, Shang Haojia instinctively took a few steps forward, then suddenly came to his senses, and turned around in astonishment: "You didn't get your medical records for two days—didn't Corey check them? !"
"Of course. The notification is this afternoon, so you still have a morning."
The deputy director nodded sincerely, patted him on the shoulder, and said solemnly, "Xiao Shang, good comrade..."
"Good comrades are going to sort out the medical records now - you guys are busy, don't expect me to come down to help!"
He had only been on vacation for two days, but he was unexpectedly plotted against by this group of guys who had no friendship with them. Dr. Shang felt strong indignation, left this group of ordinary humans who would be excited even to see a werewolf for a long time, and resolutely turned and went upstairs.
There are many types of emergency patients. Some are really critically ill; some are actually not a big problem, but the apparent symptoms are very serious; All kinds of handwritten medical records waiting to be entered have accumulated, and have piled up on the desk to form a hill.
Based on his long-term and rich experience, Dr. Shang saw his heavy workload this morning when he glanced at the height and thickness of the hill. He turned on the computer casually, put the two little dragons in the pen holder, pulled the medical record cart over, and started working with full concentration.
Time always flies by when you are concentrating on your work. After finally finishing a carload of medical records, the sunlight outside was already quite dazzling, and one could feel the rolling heat wave coming through the window.
Dr. Shang stretched his waist, and was about to take out a piece of candy to feed the dragon, but found that there was only one small senbei left in the pen holder: "Wangwang, where's your brother?"
"Someone below released energy fluctuations and said they wanted to find brother doctor, so brother went down to see it!"
Xianbei swam obediently to the palm of the human doctor's hand, raised his head and answered, tilted his head to feel it for a moment, then straightened his neck and added: "They have reached the stairs and are about to go upstairs—it seems One called lemon tea..."
"lemon tea?"
A well-founded thought suddenly came to mind. The pen in Dr. Shang's hand tapped lightly on the table, raised his eyebrows slightly and looked towards the door, and just happened to catch a glimpse of the half-grown boy who had just stood still at the door.
"Don't talk, let me ask - do you have an older brother named Wang Laoji, and you are here to find him?"
"how do you know?!"
The boy took off his baseball cap, stared at him vigilantly, and suddenly pulled off his coat, revealing the conspicuous cross tattoo on his shoulder.
"I'm Vita Lemon Cha, the second young master of the Rice family. I want you to let my brother go—I'm a gangster who smokes and drinks, so I ask you if you're afraid!"
"Ok… "
Dr. Shang pondered politely for a moment, sat up a little bit, tapped the table lightly, and asked Xianbao, who was leading the way, to swim back to his side.
"I'm afraid I won't say it first—did you know that for one to two days after the tattoo, it's best not to get wet on the wound, and the same is true for your own sweat?"