Hogwarts Archmage

Frankenstein stood at the cashier and confirmed with the person on duty again: "Yes, that's it. I want to discharge her."

"But...you..." The little nurse opposite was a little unbelievable. Just a while ago, this man threatened to sell his kidney to send his starving child out of the hospital. However, less than a month later, he actually wanted to Discharge his daughter from the hospital.

The little nurse shook her head. She had seen too many such situations and understood. It was just that the gentleman in front of her persisted for too long, which caused her to have some unrealistic fantasies--at least that's what she thought. .

Without saying any more, she quickly completed the discharge procedures for Frankenstein's daughter and handed it to him: "This month's bill will be sent to your address on time. If you need to make installments, you can come back to solve it. If If you don’t need it, you can just remit the money directly.”

In any case, she still gave a friendly reminder. This was the only little help she could give, as a nurse who paid on duty.

Frankenstein didn't say much, just nodded to express his gratitude, and then went to complete other procedures.

When she came to the sterile room, her daughter was playing with an acquaintance of the nurse through the glass. When she saw him coming over, she quickly moved over and shouted into the small microphone wrapped in a cartoon cover: "Dad, what are you doing?" coming!"

He hurried over and responded, then turned his head and said, "I'm here to pick up Jima from the hospital."

The nurse with reddish skin covered her mouth, and a trace of fluorescence quickly appeared in the corner of her eyes. She quickly turned her head to prevent the little girl from seeing it, and wiped it secretly.

"Has this day finally come? Victor, I thought we could take care of her for a long time..."

She had tried her best to suppress her sadness, but her voice still contained a hint of crying.

Frankstein - or simply call him Victor, Victor patted the nurse whom he had known for a long time comfortingly: "Don't be too sad, my friend, I didn't give up treating her, I just found her There is no other way.”

She didn't say much, just nodded, but she knew that this was actually just a comfort. No matter how advanced medicine is, there are some strange individual diseases that cannot be solved, and Gemma is one of them.

They turned off the microphone when they were talking, so the little girl inside didn't know what was going on, but this had happened before, so she didn't cry and waited quietly in the sterile room.

It wasn't until the end of Victor's conversation with the nurse sister whom she was familiar with that she learned that her father had come to take her home.

Home is a very unfamiliar term to her. It is a place she has heard countless times since she can remember, but has never been there, because her life so far has only existed in this small space. .

And now, she is finally going home.

Gemma jumped up and down happily in the sterile room, while Victor looked at the child in front of him who moved slowly but still insisted on expressing his happiness with his body, and some ideas were changing in his mind.

This is also a living person. She is not only a souvenir left by his wife, but also his daughter and the continuation of his life.

After confirming each signature, the nurse next to her pressed the switch and opened the door to the sterile room.

After her birth, Victor finally hugged his daughter truly and practically again.

He held Gemma in a circle, took out a well-sealed bottle from his right pocket, and shook it in front of his daughter: "Look, what did I bring you?"

Gemma looked at the bottle and the colorful patterns on it with some curiosity: "What is this?"

"A delicious dairy drink, would you like to try it?"

The nurse standing behind them wanted to remind Gemma that it was not suitable to drink drinks, but suddenly thought of something, so she closed her mouth and looked at her with a smile.

"Is that okay?" Gemma raised her head and confirmed with her father.

Victor directly unpacked the straw attached to the bottle, inserted it into the bottle, and then placed the straw near Gemma's mouth.

Gemma took a tentative sip, her big eyes curved into a crescent moon with happiness: "It tastes good!"

Victor hugged her tightly with one hand, and carefully held the bottle with the other hand, fearing that a little bit would spill out: "Drink it all if it tastes good, and don't leave even a drop, okay?"

"Ok!"

Gemma nodded vigorously, sucked the sweet drinks hard, and learned to turn the direction of the straw without any teacher, so that she could drink more cleanly.

After finishing the drink, she licked the drop from her mouth into her stomach, feeling a little unsatisfied: "Dad, can I still drink such delicious food in the future?"

"Of course, you can do it at any time, but you have to be in moderation. After all, it is a processed product. Drinking too much is not good for your health."

"Hmm, I won't drink too much...one day...no, three days, can I drink one drink every three days?"

"Okay, but three days is a bit long, won't our little Gemma be able to bear it? One day at a time, okay?"

"Really!?" There was some surprise in her voice: "I promise I won't drink too much!"

"Yeah, Jima is so obedient..."

"Vito, I'm a little sleepy..."

"Then go to sleep."

"Um……"

The weather outside was still very cold, so Victor took off his windbreaker and wrapped Jima, who was wearing a hospital gown, tightly. Except for leaving a place on the top of the head for ventilation, the rest of the body was completely covered.

"It's very cold. My car was parked a little far away. She's quite afraid of the cold, as you know." Victor casually explained to the nurse on duty.

The nurse shook her mask: "Well... Victor, take good care of her... at least make her happy."

"it is good."

Victor looked at his watch: "It's getting too late. I have to leave quickly. I still have a lot to do when I get home."

He carefully picked up his daughter, expressed his gratitude to the nurse on duty again, and left.

It wasn't that he was impatient, but that he never took his attention away from his clothes and noticed something squirming under his clothes. He knew that if he stayed any longer, the secret would definitely be exposed, so he simply picked up his daughter and walked home. It was only for one night anyway. , after today, they will only see medical miracles rather than biological mutations.

The hospital is in a busy street. His house here has been sold long ago and now he lives in a slightly remote but safe place. It takes about an hour to drive.

Normally he would just lament that the journey was too long, but now he was a little lucky, because he had enough distance and time to select some of his men and mark them.