After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

When Dada came to pick up Zhu Can with tears in her eyes and clothes in her hand, Zhu Can was no longer in the ward.

He was sitting on a square wooden chair in Xi Zhenghe's lounge, wrapped in someone else's white coat, holding a cup of hot tea and blowing the tea leaves slowly.

When Dada saw this, tears immediately streamed down his cheeks. How could that rough coat, which belonged to someone unknown, fit their young master? There were so many dirty things on it.

Therefore, Dada quickly turned around and closed the door, while checking Zhu Can's injuries and crying and cursing, at the same time, he did not delay in putting layers of clothes on Zhu Can.

When Xi Zhenghe came back from his ward rounds, he saw this scene: a young girl of a foreign race with tear marks on her face was helping the spoiled young master put on his sleeves.

The man frowned and suddenly felt that he shouldn't say too much.

Just now, when I was about to close the door after checking the room, the young man on the bed saw people leaving and immediately pulled off the quilt, as if he was very disgusted. His pale and thin upper body was as thin as a piece of paper, and he sneezed three times without stopping.

Xi Zhenghe's door was not closed and opened again. Zhu Can uttered an "Ah!" Unexpectedly, he was still there. He felt a little embarrassed: "Isn't it okay to sneeze without making any noise?"

Before he could finish his sentence, he typed another one.

Xi Zhenghe said in a deep voice: "Cover yourself with the quilt and keep warm."

Zhu Can was stunned and pointed at the red marks on his body caused by the rough sheets: "I don't want to cover it, it's rubbing against me."

Xi Zhenghe's brows were almost tied into a knot, and he wondered how someone's skin could be so tender. No wonder there were such big bruises on his shoulders and neck after being hit.

Zhu Can was small, and when he looked at people with his eyes open, he always looked somewhat helpless and naive. Xi Zhenghe hesitated for a moment and opened the door a little: "I have new work clothes in my lounge, which were just washed yesterday..."

Zhu Can immediately stood up with his hands folded across his chest: "Thank you, doctor."

...Finally, Zhu Can walked into the lounge wearing Xi Zhenghe's shirt, put on Xi Zhenghe's white coat, and held a cup of hot tea in his hand, and finally felt a little warmer.

Zhu Can's mysophobia is temporary, but if the other person looks clean and beautiful, his mysophobia will naturally heal without any medication.

By this time, Dada had finally put on his coat. Zhu Can, the intern, came in and greeted him happily: "Thank you, Doctor Xi. I'll take the clothes back to wash them and have Dada bring them back to you tomorrow."

Xi Zhenghe was about to say no when the person dressed as a maid nodded and folded the clothes into a square and put them away.

Dada spoke English with a certain accent. Xi Zhenghe had just returned to China and had previously majored in German and Japanese. His English was not so good and coupled with his accent, he did not understand much. He just watched the young man pull the other's hand, and the one called Dada reluctantly shut up.

Xi Zhenghe's expression became more serious. "When it arrives tomorrow, just send it to the reception desk at the hospital entrance. I'll pick it up myself."

Zhu Can didn't know why the beautiful doctor seemed unhappy. Not wanting to be treated coldly, he thanked her again and went home.

Along the way, Dada scolded him for a long time in a mixture of Chinese and English. Zhu Can's mood, which had been lifted by the concern of the beautiful woman, sank again. His shoulders hurt again and again. Finally, he didn't want to listen anymore, so he tilted his head and lay on Dada's legs.

Dada sighed, touched Zhu Can's forehead, and closed his mouth.

Dada is the younger sister of his mother, Mrs. Zhu, but they have the same father but different mothers.

Mrs. Zhu's father became rich in his early years. Over the past ten years, he married more than ten concubines and had a child every year. When Mrs. Zhu, the daughter of the legal wife, came back from studying abroad, she was so angry when she saw all the brothers and sisters at home that she almost broke off the father-daughter relationship.

Just as the rebellion broke out, Mrs. Zhu's father rose to power quickly, but fell just as quickly. In one night, everything fell apart. At that time, Mrs. Zhu was already engaged. It was Zhu Can's father who was taken away in a hurry. Mrs. Zhu pinched her nose and dug out her youngest sister, now Dada, from the burning house.

Dada is eight years older than Zhucan and has been taking care of Zhucan since he was little. When Dada gradually looked like a young girl, she took the initiative to wear the clothes of a servant in the house and positioned herself as a nanny. She never told anyone about her background so as to avoid having two daughters with the same surname in the same family and causing gossip.

After all, marrying a pair of sisters is not a big deal at this time.

Mrs. Zhu's kindness was limited. She thought she had done a good deed by saving the man and giving him food and water. Seeing that Dada was so considerate, she did not pretend to have a deep sisterly love. However, she still explained Dada's life experience to her own child and asked him not to always make Dada angry.

Mrs. Zhu did not come back that night. Zhu Can looked at the garage and saw that his father had not come back either. He did not know where his father was fooling around - the two of them had been estranged from each other for so many years and were doing their own things.

At his age, he is a burden, not too big nor too small, and he always feels out of his depth sometimes.

He didn't sleep well that night, his shoulders and neck were sore. Zhu Can only fell asleep for a while when the sky outside the window turned pale.

In the morning, Dada came over and touched his forehead, and told Zhu Can that what happened yesterday had been reported to the patrol officers. When the superiors heard about the Zhu family's affairs, they were very concerned and promised to give an explanation.

Zhu Can was wrapped in a silk quilt like a flower, with bruises of varying depths on his body. However, he didn't think the gang could give him any explanation. Last night, the alley was deep and the moon was dim, and he had acted from behind, so it was difficult to find who had done it.

Just when he was feeling annoyed, Mrs. Zhu sent a letter urging someone to come. The substitute driver had no idea that the young master would have such a thrilling night, so he just followed the instructions and asked Zhu Can to go out for dinner with him.

Zhu Can's face fell, and he looked annoyed. He said he didn't want to go and walked upstairs. The driver said it was not far, just at Chunming Hotel. Zhu Can took his foot back halfway.

The hospital where I woke up yesterday was right next to Chunming Hotel.

"Dada, what were you wearing yesterday?"

Dada put the coat and shirt that had been washed, dried and ironed overnight into a small cloth bag and handed it to Zhu Can.

Zhu Can pinched the edge of the cloth bag, nodded reservedly, and followed the relief driver out the door.

When they were almost there, Zhu Can asked the driver to wait. He went into the hospital and looked around but couldn't find the beautiful doctor from yesterday. He stopped someone and asked, only to find out that Dr. Xi was on a day off today.

The small cloth bag had not been returned. In fact, he could have asked someone to pass it on or put it directly in the message room, but Zhu Can was not happy about it.

Zhu Can followed the driver to Chunming Hotel carrying a small cloth bag. As soon as he went up to the second floor, a familiar voice came from behind the screen.

Zhu Can listened attentively and thought, who else could it be but that annoying guy named Wang?

The latest upstart made his fortune by transporting goods for the soldiers. He is a young man named Wang Cheng. He and Zhu Can have a common hobby, which is liking beautiful things.

But there are differences.

Zhu Can’s liking is the kind of liking to appreciate, while Wang Cheng’s liking is the kind of liking to get what he wants.

I don’t know who is being targeted this time.

Zhu Can listened to Wang Cheng's talk through the screen and said, "Clothes made of Hangzhou silk are really smoother. If you don't believe me, just touch it."

Zhu Can leaned over to look, and saw that it was the little rabbit that was tricked into taking the bait. As a result, he stuck his head out and met Xi Zhenghe's eyes.

This is not a little rabbit, it's a big handsome dog.

Zhu Can raised his eyebrows and took the initiative to speak:

"Doctor Xi, what a coincidence."