With Xiaobai's current size, it is impossible not only to enter the gate of the IOA headquarters, but also to enter the ordinary apartment complex. Han Xingqian gave Rimbaud the key to his villa in the city, and asked them to live in his house temporarily, waiting for Xiaobai to enter. Bai returns to normal after he recovers. During this period, the medical association can send a car to pick up the doctor every day to check Xiaobai.
The single buildings in the villa area where Han Xingqian lives are far apart, and each building has a large separate courtyard. Fortunately, the other residents in the villa area are also colleagues from the medical society, so it should not cause too much trouble to the neighbors. Big trouble.
Rimbaud was sitting on the bed in the bedroom on the second floor, with a medicine box by his hand, his fishtails turned into legs, wearing home shorts sent by Dr. Han, biting the hem of his sleeves, lowering his head to disinfect the wound on his chest with alcohol.
Doctor Han told him to use iodophor for disinfection before bandaging, but Rimbaud didn't know the difference between alcohol and iodophor. do so.
"Hiss..." Rimbaud clenched his teeth on the hem of his T-shirt and grunted. The alcohol touched the wound, causing him to shiver in pain.
That's all. Rimbaud wrapped the wound with a medical bandage to prevent it from opening and bleeding before it healed.
"Hmm."
There was a rustling sound outside the window on the second floor. Rimbaud looked back at the balcony, and two big blue eyes like moons were looking at him clearly.
The two front paws of the big white lion were lightly pawed on the wall outside the balcony, and the tip of its big pink nose was facing Rimbaud. The wings of its nostrils fluttered and sniffed, and the air it exhaled lifted the curtains in the room, making Rimbaud's blond hair messy. .
"Sit down." Rimbaud put down his clothes, walked over barefoot, leaned on the railing with his hands, turned over and sat on it.
The big white lion sat down obediently, with its tail rolled forward and its two front paws wrapped around it.
"Good boy." Rimbaud raised one foot and stepped on the big pink nose of the white lion. It was a little wet, soft and warm.
The white lion moved his head, lowered his head and sniffed in circles in the garden. After a while, he raised his head from the bushes, with a few leaves glued to his head, holding a garland of two Sasha angel roses intertwined between his lips, Carefully put it on Rimbaud's ankle, then sat down quietly, staring at Rimbaud with devout eyes.
Rimbaud bent down and touched the big head of the white lion: "I will treasure it."
The moisture in the white flower veins hardens, sealing the original color in the form of hydrated steel, but it does not become hard and harsh.
He hugged the white lion's big face, kissed the big nose, put his cheek on it and whispered softly: "Thank you for coming to help me, I need you, Randi."
The white lion blinked, its blue eyes flickering like will-o'-the-wisps flickered on and off. It lowered its head and sniffed in circles on the grass, so shy that it scratched the ground crazily.
Before going to rest, Rimbaud injected the dissociative agent hidden in the hair of the white lion into the back of his neck, then nestled in the hanging chair swing on the balcony, and slept with him on the balcony, hoping that Xiaobai would recover in the morning undisturbed.
The white lion curled up into a large ball like a hill, sleeping on the lawn in the courtyard, with a small coat given to him by Rimbaud covering his head.
The next morning, Han Xingqian drove over to check Xiaobai, Xiao Xun took the equipment for him, and Lu Yan and Bi Lanxing rushed back from Jiutan Mountain. Hearing that Brother Chu was about to deteriorate and Rimbaud was injured, both of them panicked, and they wanted to come over to see him no matter what.
Bi Lanxing held a document bag in his arms. These were the reports he had finished sorting out and needed to be signed by the head of the search section. Brother Chu was sick now, and he took the initiative to undertake most of the report work. He knew the situation inside and outside the search section inside and out. When my brother comes back, he can quickly hand over the past.
Lu Yan was sitting in the back seat, holding his mobile phone with a lot of thoughts, aimlessly clicking on a few apps and then closing them, his eyelids were red, he couldn't help but raised his head and asked: "Yesterday my father called to ask, I covered it up , he will be all right... isn't it very powerful..."
"The situation is not too bad. We are still trying to find a way. At least there will be no major problems in a short period of time." Han Xingqian parked the car outside the courtyard, not planning to stay for too long.
A group of people got out of the car one after another and entered the courtyard. Han Xingqian looked around and saw nothing unusual, so he knocked on the door.
It was Rimbaud who opened the door.
Rimbaud, wearing a baggy T-shirt and shorts, was wiping his wet hair with a towel.
"You guys came just in time. I just finished bathing him and he's rolling in mud."
"Bath? You wash him..." Lu Yan's cheeks flushed, and his rabbit ears curled up.
They walked into the house, Xiao Xun followed behind with a medicine box, and Dr. Han asked Rimbaud about Xiaobai's situation last night.
Bi Lanxing walked behind with a file bag, Lu Yan didn't take anything, and trotted all the way to look for Bai Chunian in each room.
Lu Yan pushed open the bedroom door and took a look inside. Bai Chunian was not inside, and was about to leave. When he turned his head, there was a snow-white creature with blue eyes standing on the low cabinet, facing him face to face.
The ferocious beast suppressed the rabbit species very strongly. Lu Yan blew his hair all of a sudden, and a cunning rabbit hole appeared under his feet. He slipped in and fell out of the cunning rabbit hole two meters away. The ferocious white lion is licking its claws nobly and gracefully, with the scent of shower gel on its body.
"? Bai Chunian?" The brandy pheromone did not change, but Lu Yan still recognized it.
The white lion still licked its fur lazily, without raising its head.
Lu Yan turned back in frustration and asked Rimbaud, "Can he not hear me now?"
Rimbaud opened the curtains to let the light in: "I can hear you, he just ignored you."
Xiao Xun was surprised: "He hasn't recovered yet?"
Rimbaud walked over and hugged the freshly washed white lion to the bed with difficulty. The white lion was dragged down from the low cabinet by the armpit like a boneless one, stretched so long.
"Recovered, but not fully recovered." Rimbaud took off the claws hanging on his body nonchalantly, pinched the pink flesh pad, let him stretch out the sharp claws, and then took out a hydration steel scissors to cut his nails, Then it was smoothed with hydration steel to avoid tearing up Dr. Han's furniture.
"I injected him with a dissociating agent last night, and this morning I found that his size has shrunk. He has become the same size as an ordinary white lion, maybe a little smaller, but he has not yet recovered his human mimicry."
Han Xingqian recorded the situation described by Rimbaud, which is an important clinical data for the Medical Association.
He glanced at "The Habits of Lions" thrown in the trash can, and "How to Take Care of Cat Cubs" on the bed covered with hydration steel bookmarks, and analyzed with his chin: "Obviously IQ and thinking have not recovered."
Rimbaud clamped the white lion between his legs to prevent him from running around, and took two cotton swabs to clean his ears. The white lion was very uncomfortable, so he barked twice and ran away, shaking his head vigorously.
He is very young, and his roar is not as intimidating as the roar of a real adult male lion. Although his momentum is very fierce, he is buzzing.
Lu Yan tentatively stretched out his hand to touch him, and the white lion proudly puffed up, showing off its still inconspicuous neck and mane.
Xiao Bai was familiar with their smells, so he didn't hold any hostility. Instead, he lay down on all fours, exposing his belly and pink paw pads.
Lu Yan asked Bi Lanxing carefully: "What is he doing? Is his back itchy?"
Bi Lanxing also squatted down, looked at her and said, "Enen lies down like this because she wants me to touch her stomach."
Lu Yan often went to Lan Xing's house to play, and knew that Lan Xing's house had a Bernese mountain dog, and he gave it the name, Ge Wu En.
"Do you want to be touched?" Bi Lanxing slowly reached out to rub Xiaobai's stomach, but Xiaobai suddenly turned his face, hugged Lanxing's hand with two front paws and bit it, and kicked wildly with his hind legs.
"Brother Chu, Brother Chu..." Bi Lanxing froze and didn't dare to move, and he didn't dare to pull out his hand rashly, he was kicked until his eyes stared.
"Randi! Let go!" Rimbaud noticed the confusion on their side, and immediately stood up and shouted.
Xiao Bai was scolded, rolled and ran away, jumped onto the bay window lightly, lazily raised one hind leg, lowered his head and groomed his fur with his tongue.
Fortunately, Xiaobai didn't really want to attack them. Bi Lanxing was not injured, but he was taken aback and asked Rimbaud, "Did I do something wrong just now?"
Rimbaud nodded, holding in his hand (and not quite understanding) the cat raising guide full of hydration steel bookmarks, put on a pair of hydration steel glasses, and opened a page: "He lay down and showed his belly to you It's a performance of trusting you, but you don't know what to do when you touch it, and he actually wants you to touch his head."
Bi Lanxing: "..."
Taking advantage of no one's attention, Xiaobai stretched out his paws to tentatively pull the file bag that Lan Xing put on the window sill. After pulling it once, and then pulling it again, the file bag barely kept its balance on the edge of the window sill and did not fall off.
Bi Lanxing raised his head quickly: "Hey Brother Chu, that is a document for you to sign."
Xiaobai glanced at him, pulled the file bag to the ground, and happily ran around the room.
Bi Lanxing helplessly covered his face, for the next period of time, Brother Chu's work might be contracted by him.
Xiao Bai stopped when he was tired from running, and sat down on the bed. Everyone thought he had had enough trouble and was finally about to rest, but he suddenly swooped down on Lu Yan, stepping on him with two front paws to prevent him from crawling. Get up, pick up one of his rabbit ears and play with it, Lu Yan was so angry that he thumped and yelled: "Bai Chunian! You are so cheap!!"
Xiao Bai's attention was attracted by Xiao Shun's tail again, he lowered his body, made an ambush and predator posture, then kicked the floor hard, and threw himself at Xiao Shun's tail.
Dr. Han stood in front of Xiao Shun one step earlier, and grabbed Xiao Bai's collar. With a seemingly gentle expression, he lifted Xiao Bai's upper body with great strength, and whispered in his ear: "Xiao Gong It's normal for a lion to be naughty, it's fine if it's neutered, it's better to hit the sun than choose another day, how about today."
Xiaobai shivered for a moment, struggled out of Han Xingqian's hand, hid behind Rimbaud, licked his hands nonchalantly, and after a while was really bored, hugged Rimbaud and gnawed his head.
Han Xingqian asked others to hold down Xiaobai, drew a few tubes of blood from him and took them back for testing, and then gave him another shot of dissociating agent. Before finding Synthetin, the control of Xiaobai by the dissociative agent is particularly important.
"It seems that maintaining the body state can consume a lot of his excess energy, so that he will not easily go berserk due to excess energy." Han Xingqian put the collected blood samples into the incubator, and explained the follow-up plan to Rimbaud, "You are here Stay a few more days and observe his condition, I will come here every day to collect blood and tonic for him, when he recovers his human mimicry, you can call and tell me."
Rimbaud nodded.
Han Xingqian waved his hand, Xiao Xun picked up the medicine box and followed, Lu Yan ran out as if fleeing, Bi Lanxing picked up the document bag with paw prints on it, smiled wryly and left.
Xiaobai, who was injected with the dissociating agent, became very listless, lying on his side on the bed listlessly, with his limbs spread out, breathing weakly and shortly.
Rimbaud accompanied him on the bed, supported his head with one hand, and pinched the white lion's tender paw pads with the other, stretched out the nails with his palm, retracted them, and then pressed them against his lips for a kiss.
Xiaobai lay down for a while, struggling to lift one hind leg to lick his fur. He had just been pressed by a group of people to draw blood, and his hair was all messed up.
Lambert looked at him licking his fur seriously, and suddenly stretched out his hand to pinch between his hind legs.
The white lion's balls are also easy to touch. A pair of snow-white balls hang from the base of the tail. They are round, fluffy, and a little prickly.
The white lion who was licking its fur was stunned, and froze while maintaining the posture of raising one leg, and half of its pink tongue hadn't been withdrawn.
Rimbaud laughed out loud, and the white lion let out a sigh of relief, turned his back to him and lay down.
"Don't be angry, I'm just curious." Rimbaud stretched out his hand to rub his fluffy waist, and the white lion purred loudly and comfortably, turned around and snuggled up to Rimbaud regardless of the past.
In Rimbaud's view, all creatures are equal, and Bai Chunian's current state is no different from his former lover in his eyes, and he still likes it very much.
In the afternoon, Rimbaud opened his eyes from the laziness of his nap, with a graceful arm resting on his lower abdomen, his young and handsome face was very close to him, sleeping soundly next to him defenselessly.
The white lion mimicry on Bai Chunian's body has faded away, and even his hair has returned to normal black. He is half lying on the bed with his upper body bare, his muscular waist and abdomen twisted slightly, and his cold white skin is exposed to the afternoon sun. There is a circle of orange-red edges.
Rimbaud breathed carefully, his eyes traced Alpha's face, and the fine hairs were clearly visible under the scorching light. In the past, Rimbaud often looked at him like this. Whenever this time, Rimbaud would always forget the scorching sun and the truth that he abided by, and only knew how to love him.