Cynthia’s Cat

Dr. DeWitt is very confident in his suture technique. He has been in medicine for more than 40 years and has stitched up at least thousands of wounds. The stitching of this wound of about 3 cm is very simple for him. Although he was confident in his stitching technique, because the girl's wound was a bit deep, he couldn't keep the wound without scars.

Dr. Devitt said deeply: "Well, of course such a deep wound will leave scars, but she was lucky to meet me. I will stitch the wound very beautifully so that the scars will not be so ugly."

Leon's knuckles were pinched and turned pale, and his face was dark. He swears that he will never let the person hurting Miss Cynthia.

An hour later, Dr. DeWitt, who had stitched up the wound, was a little sleepy. His small clinic had not been as busy as it is today for a long time, and it was really troublesome for the elderly.

Dr. DeWitt said to Leon: "Her wound has been stitched up. Fortunately, the fever is not very serious. After hanging up these bottles of drips, I will come over tomorrow without accident."

"Thank you, doctor." Leon politely thanked Dr. DeWitt.

Dr. Devitt looked at Leon with a tired face. He was a little hungry, and said casually to the boy in front of him: "Thank you no, this is what I should do as a doctor, and I took your money. I'm a little bit hungry. I’m hungry. As a thank you, you bought me some hot food and I’ll take a rest first."

Leon looked at Cynthia on the hospital bed uneasy. He didn't know the details of the doctor. He couldn't leave Cynthia here alone. Miss Cynthia would be worried if she woke up without seeing her.

"Sorry, I...I can't leave. Do you have a kitchen? I can cook as long as I have food."

Dr. DeWitt looked at the young man in front of him, was he very vigilant? He pointed in the direction of the kitchen and said unceremoniously: "The kitchen is here. There should be food in the refrigerator. Go ahead and make it!"

Dr. DeWitt seemed to be really tired. His old forehead was full of exhaustion. After pointing Leon to the direction of the kitchen, he went up to the second floor on his own. Leon didn't recover until he heard the sound of closing the door.

Cynthia on the bed slept peacefully, her frowning brows were relaxed, Leon touched her forehead with his hand, the temperature had dropped a lot, Leon looked at Cynthia reluctantly, and went to the kitchen.

Open the refrigerator, there are only a few simple ingredients in it. Leon smashes the eggs and separates the egg whites from the yolks. He is going to make a simple cream soup and chicken rolls. There are not many ingredients. There should be enough for the doctor to eat. I don't know if it suits that doctor's appetite.

In the past, there were too many tasks assigned, and there was little leisure time for him to study food, but he liked to make food because it made him feel at home and he yearned to have a warm family of his own. Leon looked at Cynthia's ward, his eyes softened.

The next day, the morning sun shone through the screen windows. As soon as Cynthia opened her eyes, she saw Leon who was guarding her bed, and her body recovered a lot. The gentle sunlight shone on his cheeks, she could see the tiny hairs on Leon’s face, and his eyelashes were as thick as a small fan. These beautiful moments made her heart move slightly.

This clean boy, at this time, was docile like a little milk cat, lying on the bedside obediently, guarding her, this kind of time was too good and she didn't want to break.