Report to the president, Mr. Ben Miao does not warm the bed

But before his outstretched hand could touch Xin Miaomiao, Mo Ziqi stretched out his hand to block it, and frowned, "You don't need to do it, I'll do it."

The voice was cold, as if it could freeze into ice, so frightened Butler Xu quickly retracted his hand.

Mo Ziqi picked up the little boy who was sleeping on his lap, and his movements were not very gentle. The little boy arched his little nose uncomfortably in his sleep, and whimpered dissatisfiedly, and his little mouth babbled twice: "Teng meow .”

Teng?Is it painful?

Mo Ziqi frowned even tighter.

Although he didn't feel that his movements were rude, the subconscious movements were still a little softer.

Xin Miaomiao was hugged while moaning and chirping. In order to check, Mo Ziqi could only move her small face to his side as much as possible, so that she was lying in his arms.

Small, soft, chubby, as if without bones, and with a faint milky smell... Mo Ziqi found that he didn't hate this smell.

In this life, because he was born with the memory of his previous life, he also brought a keen sense of smell from his previous life, so he is very sensitive to smells. He can't tolerate ordinary smells at all, so he especially hates other people's touch.

But... this little cub seems to be an accident.

Smelling the scent of milk coming from the little brat, Mo Ziqi still calmly embraced her in his arms, and then motioned for the female doctor to come over with his eyes.

Xin Miaomiao was born prematurely and was in poor health. Mo Ziqi also knew this, but seeing that she was fat and stocky, and she didn't look like a premature baby, he thought it was nothing serious , but when the female doctor let go of the little guy's hair, looking at the little yellowish hair, he deeply realized how weak Xin Miaomiao's body is.

The female doctor groped for the back of Xin Miaomiao's head for a while, and when she touched the small bag, Xin Miaomiao immediately pursed her lips, moaned about the pain, and arched her small body into Mo Ziqi's arms.

Seeing her in pain, Mo Ziqi stared at the doctor immediately.

The female doctor was also very aggrieved, and it wasn't her fault, but the young boy looked young, but he was full of aura, so she didn't dare to say anything, so she could only keep her head down and continue the examination seriously.

After the examination, she got up and said: "Her injury is nothing, as long as she recuperates well for a few days, she will be fine."

Hearing this, Mo Ziqi nodded, turned his head and signaled Steward Xu to send him out with his eyes.

Butler Xu was still worried about his injury. Although he was also afraid of making him angry, he still said, "Young master, should you also give some medicine to your injury?"

Mo Ziqi just frowned, wanting to reprimand, but immediately remembered something, his expression became a little unpredictable, he looked at the female doctor and asked, "Is there any medicine to make the wound look more serious?"

"Ok?"

"what?"

Steward Xu and the female doctor were startled, and looked at Mo Ziqi suspiciously, thinking that there was something wrong with their ears.

Mo Ziqi held the fat baby in his arms with one hand, stretched out the hand that she had bitten, and said, "I want a medicine that will make this wound rot as deep as possible. Leave a deep mark."

"..." The bewildered female doctor was stunned for a long time before stammering, "Yes... yes."

The face of Butler Xu next to him is almost tangled into dried plums. Now he can't understand his young master at all. There are people who not only don't heal the wound, but let the wound rot even deeper?