I, the miracle doctor, pay money

Shi Jian withdrew his fingers abruptly, and Navier had expected to grab his wrist, so he could only curl his whole hand into his palm.

"Again..." He muttered, his ears were red and he didn't dare to look into the other person's eyes, avoiding Neville's gaze as deep as a galaxy.

"If you don't agree, I can only emphasize it a few more times." Navier complained for himself, "I'm not narcissistic, I'm just working hard for the future."

"Nonsense," Shi Jian pushed him, "What future, your future is very broad, but I'm just an ordinary person from a down-and-out family, and I don't even know who my parents are."

As he spoke, he became sad again: "At first, I thought that although my family didn't seem to like me very much, having a home after all is better than how many homeless people don't know. But now You know, it turned out that they didn't want to see me because it wasn't my home at all."

"Papa's hut has radiation and can't live anymore, and Uncle Modi..." Naville let go of him, watched him walk slowly to the window, and sighed at the fallen leaves outside the window, "So I don't have a home anymore .”

The major general stood behind him silently, gently stroked his head, and kissed him on the head: "So, you graduate quickly, promise me, and then you will have a new home."

The topic was diverted again, and he was even kissed for an excuse. Shi Jian gave him a helpless look, left him and went straight into the kitchen: "Farewell, I don't want to go to the tiger's den so soon. The Ulster family How can we people climb high, those relatives alone can eat me."

"That was in the past." Naville followed behind him, and naturally took the dish out of the refrigerator and handed it to him, "Who dares to bully you now? Is it because your healing shield can't withstand it? Or is it my energy?" Has the cannon weakened?"

He was ahead of Shi Jian again, and casually took some vegetables to peel: "And you are the only S-level therapist in the whole empire now, ordinary people are fine, which soldier doesn't respect you, unless he promises not to get sick in the future , otherwise wouldn’t you be making yourself unhappy?”

Shi Jian was blushed by his rainbow fart, turned his back and didn't look at him, and didn't speak to him.He didn't turn his head until he couldn't find the ingredients to use, and saw Naville holding it and peeling the skin.

He snatched the vegetables back with a soft cry, angry and funny: "This food is not peeled, it won't taste good if it is peeled!"

"Oh..." The major general, who was too helpful, silently responded, and silently stepped back a few steps, standing at the door of the kitchen and not going in.

"Why are you helping out? It's fine to just hand it over to the AI." Shi Jian asked casually as he dealt with the ingredients he had scrapped.

"You are helping me cook dinner, how can I let you work alone?" Naville disagreed, "And the dishes made by AI have no soul."

Shi Jian: "..."

The young therapist burst out laughing: "You actually cut off the soul of the dish."

Neville: "Next time I'll keep his soul!"

Shi Jian looked at him with a smile, raised the corners of his lips, and said nothing.

The dinner time seemed unusually quiet. They were obviously home-cooked dishes, but under Shi Jian's hands they turned into incomparably delicious dishes.

Adhering to the old rule of not talking when eating or sleeping, the two quickly finished their meal, threw all the pots and bowls to AI, and then went into the bedroom.

"I'm going to recite the speech tonight, and if I don't recite it, I'll run out of time!" Shi Jian pulled out the speech that he had prepared a long time ago from his optical brain, "I've been studying intractable diseases all day long, so I don't have time to memorize this at all. It's all ready."

Neville leaned against the door to watch him, and suddenly said, "Want to try a quick method?"

"What?" Shi Jian asked curiously, "Could it be that you invented a machine that can print words into my brain?"

Naville smiled and raised a small bag from behind: "Use this."

Shi Jian pushed aside the chair abruptly and stood up: "Ah! It's this snack! I've always wanted to buy it, but I don't have time to go!"

Navier quickly withdrew his hand and stopped him with one finger: "Start memorizing, memorize a section and eat a small portion."

Shi Jian looked at him with pursed lips, and stretched out a finger tremblingly: "Recite a sentence and eat one!"

"Two paragraphs." Naville was unwavering.

"Half time!" Shi Jian bargained.

"Three paragraphs~" Naville continued to increase the size.

"Okay! Just one paragraph!" Shi Jian glared at him, "When I finish reciting it, I won't leave any of it for you."

Naville sat down with a smile: "I'll wait."

Looking at Shi Jian's efforts to endorse the book, the major general's eyes were full of light, as if he had seen the great healer who would support the empire in the future through the thin back of this effort.