The doctor said, use the origin stone to defeat the origin stone

Diary No.20 seven pages

At the end of the day's work, the doctor returned to the dormitory.

Liz, who had been quiet all day outside, finally returned to an environment that made her feel more at ease, hugging the doctor's neck with a charming tone.

"Doctor, I'm hungry and I want to eat..."

"Yeah." The doctor looked up at the wall clock, and his stomach was also hungry. "I'll go eat later, don't worry."

"Hmm." Liz thought about the food in the cafeteria, whether it tasted good or not, but she still missed the mush she cooked for herself when she was only with the doctor.

Liz is a good child, she is very obedient and not picky eaters.

Throwing his brand new white coat into the washing machine, he changed into a thin shirt for himself, and added a coat for Liz.

The medical department closes at six o'clock, and there is a lunch break at noon.

(It's the kind of lunch break when everyone is busy)

The treatment at Babel is really good and the atmosphere is great.

It's just too good, as if you are different if you don't work hard.He also had no choice but to borrow a blanket from a kind colleague and let Liz take a nap at noon.

For lunch, someone specially counted everyone's tastes and asked the cafeteria to send someone over.

It seems that this place is really busy, and the doctor was rushed back on time because of Liz.Others are still working overtime voluntarily.

On the whole, the job was easy for him.Salary is based on performance and base salary.

Quickly put the medicine on the casserole and licked the bottom of the pot little by little. After a little estimation of the time, the doctor carried Liz out of the house with confidence.

He almost forgot that he could buy a wheelchair.

Although Liz is not heavy, it is not good to always hold the reputation.Maybe it's okay now, but it will have a bad influence when she grows up.

Thinking that there was nothing he could do, he walked into that cafeteria again.

No matter what, the sky is big and the earth is big, and eating is the biggest.

I heard strange discussions again today, it's still those people, and it's still in that position.

The doctor remembered a word,

gossip.

……

After dinner, I took Liz to the department store and learned that there was no place for wheelchairs.

The shopkeeper told him helplessly that most of the Tower of Babel were mercenaries whose main function was to fight.

Those who have lost their ability to move will only take up space, so they will be secretly sent to a place called a nursing home, where they will either wait for His Highness to return home for the rest of their lives, or pray that the Tower of Babel will have enough funds to help them wean themselves. Limb regeneration.

So there's basically no market for wheelchairs here.The only ones who can use wheelchairs are some old researchers and high-level executives with physical disabilities.

If you really need it, then I recommend you to go to the forge to make a reservation, but the price is too expensive.

Being recommended by the store, the doctor thought that the medicine in the pot could last for a long time, so he decided to go and have a look.

Just come back when you are free to discuss specific matters.

After asking where the forging house was, the doctor left the department store with Liz on his back, and the clerk showed a blessed smile behind him.

In all fairness, these two people are definitely not a combination of father and daughter at first glance.

No matter how you look at it, they are two people who are not related by blood, and their relationship is stronger than that of many relatives.

But after experiencing so many guests with different personalities, he also gained confidence in his vision.

Talk to yourself softly, only you can hear clearly.

"This must be a very gentle and lonely person."

Not everyone has the awareness to take on the life of others. If she is not lonely, then that girl will certainly not be like this. With him in her eyes, there are stars in the night sky.

It must be two very happy people.

After staring at their receding figures for a long time, he rubbed his eyes and turned back.

Damn, forgot to blink, a little sour.

The doctor carried Liz on his back on the stone-brick road.In this season, it gets dark very quickly, the afterglow of the sun is almost gone, and the moon has not yet risen.

So at this moment, the only light in Liz's eyes is the doctor.

It is different from the light that is superior and equal to all beings.

This is the light that only belongs to her, and it will run around for her.

This is my light.be mine!

The doctor was thinking, when he went to the forge house, should he ask them to customize it, or borrow tools and materials to make one himself.

Thinking about the vacancy in time, thinking about whether it is necessary.

Liz's side face was slowly pressed against the back of his neck, and some stinging horns pressed against the back of his head mercilessly.

Liz didn't know about it, and the doctor wouldn't say anything to her.

Rough skin and thick flesh, it's okay to pamper the children.

There were dark clouds in the sky, and no stars could be seen. The streetlights of the Tower of Babel guided the doctor.

The shadows were vague and unreal, and the doctor looked at the squirming vines beside him, his pupils glowing golden.

"..." is a disturbing illusion.

Lifting Liz up, the doctor quickened his pace.

If I go back later, I can only eat medicine dregs.

There is a small map for the convenience of the doctor, and he is already familiar with the situation of the forge house.

When he went up, he stopped a waiter and asked him all kinds of questions.

"The last question, how long will it take to customize?"

"Well... I have to ask the masters about this. I only remember that I ordered such things a few times before, and it took more than three days."

"Well... I'll pay a deposit first, and come over tomorrow to talk with you in detail."

"Okay, then I'll talk to the master and the others first."

"Hmm." The doctor nodded, thought about tomorrow's itinerary, and suddenly changed his words.

"No, my work schedule may be tight here. Can I come over to talk to you tomorrow morning?"

"Tomorrow morning... add a waiting fee."

"Good to say."

After simply finalizing the wheelchair, the doctor left a piece of red gold.

"……This,"

big client.

"Don't be in a hurry to get change, it might not be enough."

"?"

……

The doctor carried Liz back home and turned on the lights.

Then he hurried into the kitchen, looked at the soup that was not thick enough, and silently closed the lid again.

Now that W is away, Liz has been running with him for a day, and she is sweating somewhat.

I'd better wash it for her, or I will feel uncomfortable.

The doctor lifted his collar and took a sniff. It was a faint smell of grass and herbs.

And a little sweat.

Take a bath.

After a short bath time, the doctor came out of the bathroom wiping her hair and saw Liz fidgeting on the bed.

"What's the matter, are you not feeling well?"

"...No." Liz's voice was small, biting her lips.

"Then what's the matter?" The doctor sat on the edge of the bed and gave her a calm smile, "Talk to me if you can."

"Doctor Do you think I'm in the way?"

"?" He looked at Liz's closed eyes after saying this, and was puzzled for a moment, thinking about the wheelchair.

"I haven't seen you so tangled up on the road, but you started to worry when you got home?" The doctor patted her head amusedly, and watched her open her uneasy eyes.

"I won't dislike you, and I won't find you in the way. Don't worry, Liz."

"And you asked this question once before, Liz, do you remember?"

I hope your happy mind will not change.

The doctor rubbed her head with an expression on Liz's heart.

"It's inconvenient for you to move, and it will be much easier if you have a tool that can do it for you." The doctor thought about the adjective and pointed to his leg, "For example, if my leg is injured or broken, I have to use it to Crutches or prosthetics to move, and your reason..."

Liz puffed up her face angrily, and clapped her hand on his arm.

"You are not allowed to say that."

"Yeah." The doctor was subdued, the little guy's hands were soft and weak, and he patted it like flirting, I rub you, you pat me.

"And I will take you to the medical department next time, and you have to slowly get used to working as my assistant."

Don't get tired.

The doctor said so, and took out the book on the bedside table.

"You have to work hard."

"Ok!"

Seeing Liz's energetic look, the doctor nodded in satisfaction.

Yes, children should be full of energy.

Liz clenched her fists.

You must work harder and become a person who can help the doctor.

Keep up the good work. The knights didn't stop today.

Diary No.20 Eight pages The storm is gathering

After Liz fell asleep, the doctor struggled to get out of the little girl's inexplicably strong hug, and got into the cloakroom again.

Putting down a small bench and spreading out a piece of paper, the doctor began to write and draw something.

He is already quite familiar with Liz's body, so some data can be roughly known.

Such as waist circumference, leg length, shoulder width and the like.

Well, the current Liz, the difference between her waist and bust is not that big, which is really pitiful.

Think about the future w, with lordosis and back warping, you can tell at a glance that she is a good-looking girl.

No breasts and no buttocks, it will be difficult to find a man in the future, and there will probably be twists and turns in the road to love.

Ah, I'm starting to worry now, it's so annoying.

The pen in his hand didn't stop following his wild thoughts, and soon a sketch of a wheelchair appeared on the paper.

He wakes up late at night to make pictures, which is naturally different from ordinary ones.

There are several things the doctor considers.

Be motivated.Liz is still recovering, and it is impossible for her to have such good physical fitness that she can push a wheelchair all day by herself.