Genshin Impact: Forced to Become a Follower of the Seven Gods

"Brother Adonis!"

Su Ming was playing games with his head down when he was suddenly hit in the arms by a small cannonball.

When my spine hit the back of the chair, I could tell it was quite red without even looking.

A child of seven or eight years old climbed up the stool, buried his head in Su Ming's shoulder, and wrapped his arms tightly around his neck.

"What's wrong?" Su Ming casually put his phone on the table and patted Toke on the back, "Did you sneak out again?"

"Tok is unhappy." The boy pursed his lips and rubbed his eyes when Su Ming couldn't see. "They said that their brother doesn't want Tok anymore."

Su Ming: ...

Su Ming sighed helplessly, held Toke to his chest with one hand, took two steps, and threw him on the small couch in the pavilion, "Your brother is sick."

Tok was slightly startled, and quickly turned his head to look at a furry orange head sticking out from the blanket next to him.

"Are you sick?" Tok kicked off his shoes and moved closer to Tartaglia, stretching out his hand and touching Tartaglia's face, "It's so hot..."

"Tok is here..."

The orange-haired young man rubbed Toke's head with his eyes wide open, then grabbed Toke's hand and closed his eyes again, "Go play with Brother Adonis later, or go find Sister Traveler..."

"Go to sleep." Su Ming frowned slightly and looked down at the back of Tartaglia's hand.

Hiss, the blood vessels are clear and the skin is fair. He is an easy one to pierce.

But unfortunately, the system's small stores do not sell prescription drugs.

"Put them on your brother." Su Ming threw two packs of fever-reducing patches to Toke and took out a bottle of wine from the kitchen. "Wipe the soles of your brother's feet and palms."

The boy looked at Su Ming blankly for a moment, then nodded heavily, "Okay."

After making the arrangements, Su Ming returned to his chair, sat cross-legged on it and stared at the medicine boiling at his feet.

Tsk, this time travel is not wonderful at all. It makes me worry as much as a kindergarten teacher.

"Tok?" A golden head poked in from the doorway, looking at Su Ming in confusion, "Is Tok back? He ran away as soon as we met just now, and I haven't caught up with him yet."

"He's serving his brother." Su Ming yawned and tilted his chin to the side. "It turns out that some people look gloomy and crazy, but in fact they are still children who have not grown up."

For example, Young Master, his appearance changes when he is sick.

"You're not much better than him..." Paimon pouted and put the big bag of fruit in his hand on the table, "Aren't you working today?"

"Vacation." Su Ming yawned again, half-closed his eyes and rested his chin on the back of the chair, glancing at the medicine pot from time to time, "It seems that I have been boiling medicine a lot recently..."

First, one of the ducks was injured in a fight, and then one of the ducks got sick.

Thinking of this, Su Ming looked at Ying, "Can you pour me a glass of kerosene with ice?"

fluorescent:? ? ?

The blonde girl glanced at the house that was just a stone's throw away, then looked at Su Ming, "Are you so lazy?"

"If I didn't have to cook medicine, I wouldn't get out of bed for two days and two nights..." Su Ming pointed to the small room next to him, "I need ice."

Let's have a glass of wine to fight poison with poison, so that he won't be infected.

Ying sighed helplessly, but could only walk over without complaint.

"Brother wants one too!" Tok lay on the bed and used his fingers to open the cooling patch, then neatly applied it from Tartaglia's chest all the way to her lower abdomen. "Brother once said that if you are sick, drink a glass of ice water and you will get better!"

Not just my brother, all my brothers, uncles, sisters and aunts do this!

As soon as the words fell, the blonde girl's body suddenly stiffened.

She turned to look at Su Ming blankly, "Really?"

Is the national style so fierce in winter?

"Really." Su Ming nodded, then waved his hand, "No need to give it to him, I just gave him medicine."

Well, antipyretic medicine. After drinking this glass of wine, you need to get emergency treatment immediately.

Ying glanced at Su Ming, turned around to pour him a glass of wine, then looked at the young man who was covered with fever-reducing patches, and couldn't help but glance at him.

It’s not bad to be a sickly beauty, but the beauty wrapped in fever-reducing patches looks more like laughing.

"Is the young master okay?" Ying glanced at Toke who was taking good care of his brother, and then looked at Su Ming, "I always feel that the young master doesn't look like a sick person."

"I've been fighting too much recently, working overtime, and kicking the quilt..." Su Ming half-closed his eyes and drank the wine, saying lazily: "I'll be fine after taking the medicine later."

"Oh." Ying nodded, sat on the small stool next to Su Ming, picked up the palm-leaf fan and looked after the medicine with familiarity, "If you are sleepy, you can go to sleep for a while."

Having said that, Ying raised her head slightly and glanced at Su Ming.

He doesn't look tired, but rather sleepy.

"I'm a little relaxed because I don't have to work suddenly. Don't worry about me." Su Ming waved his hand, propped up his chin and looked at the medicine. "I'm just wondering why no one wants to chat with me."

The phone is a bit quiet, which is unscientific.

Regardless of his identity as this unlucky itinerant doctor or as an executive officer, he shouldn't be so idle.

Life is so boring when you can't even surf if you want to.

The blonde girl tilted her head and suggested seriously, "Maybe you should turn off Do Not Disturb?"