Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

The female doctor who was examining the child would look up at Wu Xie and the fat man from time to time.

Look at the child, look at Wu Xie, look at the child again, look at the fat man again...

The fat guy didn't care. He let her look at his big belly, swaying his feet on the ground. He thought calmly: I, the fat guy, am still as handsome as I was in the past. I can charm a girl every time I come to the hospital.

Wu Xie was panicked by her look and asked anxiously, "Doctor, how is it? Is it serious?"

Wu Xie came out in a hurry, wearing a long cotton-padded jacket, pajamas underneath, and standing in the ward in slippers, looking extremely embarrassed.

My feet, without socks, were frozen red by the cold winter weather.

The concern in his eyes was real; he looked more concerned about the child than the other fat man.

The doctor then determined that Wu Xie was the child's father, and was angry at him for not fighting back. He asked in a bad tone, "Where is the child's mother? How can you be a father? If the fever continues, it will worsen into meningitis! Is this your biological child? You didn't send the child to the hospital until he had a fever of 40 degrees? How can you be a father like this?"

"no......"

Wu Xie opened his mouth, but felt he had no way to defend himself.

The fat man got furious when he heard this, and his brows raised. He was about to argue with the female doctor, but Wu Xie stopped his arm and shook his head to indicate: This is a hospital, and if there is a quarrel, it will be embarrassing for everyone.

The fat man winked at him: Aren't you being wronged? Is this child yours? Just acknowledge him and he won't care if you call him dad!

"What? You're still not convinced, are you?!" The doctor was even more angry when he saw the two people making faces at each other. "It's because of incompetent fathers like you that so many tragedies happen! This is a life. If you are not fully prepared and take responsibility, please control your lower body!"

A black pot fell from the sky!

The fat man scratched his head in annoyance, thinking that this doctor must have suffered some emotional trauma, which was really inexplicable.

He muttered, "Aren't we all in the hospital? Just treat it if it can be cured. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

"you!"

Wu Xie quickly glared at the fat man, signaling him to stop talking, and apologized to the doctor: "Doctor, don't bother with him, just treat him as a fart."

"Hey! Naive--" The fat man was unhappy after hearing this, and opened his mouth to refute, but Wu Xie grabbed his neck, covered his mouth with one hand, and manually muted his microphone for him.

"Mmm...Mmm!" You naive traitor, your elbow is turning outward!

The fat man, who was speechless, looked at Wu Xie with indignation and cursed him in a knock-knock manner.

Wu Xie ignored the fat man and nodded to the doctor apologetically, "The child's illness is serious, please take a look first."

The doctor glared at the fat man, wrote out a few prescriptions, asked Wu Xie to pay the bill, and said that a nurse would come to give the child an IV soon.

Wu Xie was about to leave with the payment slip when Zhang Qiling, who had been missing, suddenly appeared, grabbed Wu Xie's arm, took the payment slip, handed it to the fat man, and motioned for him to pay.

The fat man didn't understand why the errand job fell on him again.

But he had no choice but to take the bill and pay the fee. Wu Xie was left there with a confused look on his face. "Brother, what's wrong?"

"fine,"

"Where were you just now?"

"I didn't go anywhere."

Wu Xie pushed away Zhang Qiling's hand, stood with his hands folded across his chest, looked at him with dissatisfaction, and was very dissatisfied with Zhang Qiling's perfunctory answer.

"Buying things," Zhang Qiling answered again.

Raising his hand, Wu Xie noticed that he was holding several plastic bags, and asked curiously, "What did you buy?"

Zhang Qiling thought about it carefully, but didn't know how to explain it, so he simply took out everything in the bag.

A pair of snow boots, a pair of socks and a pair of cotton pants.

Wu Xie was speechless, instinctively feeling that these things were bought for him.

Wearing slippers, my feet, which were red from the cold, moved stiffly. I didn’t feel anything before, but now I feel a little frozen.

"For me?" Wu Xie asked unnecessarily.

Zhang Qiling nodded, and Wu Xie's mouth corners lifted up in restraint. He was pushed by the young man to sit on the hospital bed. The young man squatted down, and Wu Xie felt a warm hand holding his numb ankle. The warm palm held his ankle and pulled his entire foot out of the slippers.

Wu Xie looked down and found that Zhang Qiling actually picked up the socks and wanted to help him put them on. Wu Xie was shocked and quickly stopped him, saying, "Little brother, I can put them on myself."

Zhang Qiling didn't force him. He handed the socks to Wu Xie, watched him put them on, and then watched him put on his cotton trousers.

A pair of snow-white snow boots were placed at Wu Xie's feet, and Zhang Qiling said, "Put them on."

Wu Xie stepped his feet into it, stood up, and put it on with two pushes.

The doctor on the side did not leave. From the first moment he saw Zhang Qiling, he was confused by the complicated relationship between the child, Wu Xie and Zhang Qiling.

no!??

Who is the child's father?

Then I watched the two adults interacting as if they were alone. No one cared about the life or death of the child who was lying on the hospital bed, having a high fever and still in a coma.

In order to avoid being scolded by her supervisor again because of family members' complaints about her bad attitude, the doctor simply turned a blind eye and walked away quickly.

After a while, the nurse who was going to give the child an IV arrived. Wu Xie watched the thick needle pierce into the back of the child's hand. Because the medicine could not be dripped in, the nurse had to pull out the needle and inject it into the other arm.

Wu Xie frowned when he saw this.

The pain in the child's body is felt in his heart.

It was rare for the nurse to meet two such handsome guys in the hospital, so she worked as hard as if she was full of chicken blood, and was extra hard-working and careful.

When giving the second injection, the nurse noticed Wu Xie's sudden frown and panicked, thinking that Wu Xie disliked her poor technique, so she explained, "Children's blood vessels are thin, so it's more difficult to inject."

Wu Xie nodded. He understood this, which was...

No, girl, stop shaking your hands. How can you still give an injection if your hands are shaking like this?

The nurse didn't want to do that either. Her hands would shake easily when she was nervous, especially when there was a handsome guy looking at her, which made her even more nervous.

Wu Xie: It would be strange if you don’t get hurt like this!

"If it really doesn't work, I'll do it myself later." Wu Xie said. Long-term illness makes one a doctor, and they know a little about acupuncture. At least their hands don't shake.

The young nurse said: "No, no! I am a professional at giving injections!"

Wu Xie: I really can’t tell…

Fortunately, this time, the young nurse inserted the needle smoothly, and the water bottle hanging on the head of the bed began to flow down the tube, giving the child an infusion.