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Feeling the strong emotions in the words, Wenxiu Lord hugged Tom Riddle tightly and hid his smile in his arms.

Under the deliberate guidance of Vince Lord, Tom Riddle fell into depravity.

The sun sets in the west, lengthening the overlapping figures that look like one person.

"Vodi, how long have I been unconscious?"

Leaving Tom Riddle's arms, Wenxiu Lord straightened his body, turned his head to admire the fiery clouds outside the window and asked.

"Counting today, you have been in a coma for two days and two nights." Tom Riddle stared at the young man's short hair that was lit by the sunset and pressed the button at the bedside to summon a therapist.

The young man, who was used to being stared at, did not notice the burning gaze, or rather, he did notice it, but he did not care.

The sunset is so beautiful. Isn’t this scenery more beautiful than Voldemort’s?

The therapist, who was in the office complaining to his colleagues, received the call and thought something had happened to Wenxiu Lord, so he rushed out of the office in a hurry.

When he arrived at the ward, Wenxiu Lord, who was sitting on the bed admiring the sunset, turned around and saw a therapist with crooked glasses, only one shoe on, and breathing heavily.

The thinner face made the eyes look bigger, reflecting the sunset glow like glass beads.

Wenxiu Lord, who was already in a good mood, curved his eyebrows and eyes when he saw the therapist's funny look, which was more charming than the sunset outside the window.

"Hello, Mr. Healer?"

Such a thrilling smile was not directed at himself. Tom Riddle stretched out his index finger to hook Wenxiu Lord's chin and bit his lips lightly with disdain.

Before Wenxiu Lord could react, he stood up and stood between the two of them, facing the therapist, his scarlet eyes cold.

If Wenxiu Lord hadn't woken up yet, the therapist would have been frightened to death by his look.

But now that Wenxiu Lord has woken up...

"Mr. Lord, you're awake! That's great! Let me check you out!"

The healer was so happy that he no longer cared about being afraid of Tom Riddle. He quickly stepped forward and pushed away the person in the way. The smile on his face could fill the entire room.

"You are awake. This is definitely the best news St. Mungo's has received today! I will tell all the staff at St. Mungo's about this good news after I finish examining you."

The healer chanted and cast spells while chattering non-stop, which made Wenxiu Lord feel a little amused.

As he responded to the therapist's words casually, Wenxiu Lord suddenly felt a little cold for some reason.

Following the cold air, I noticed Tom Riddle, whose face became increasingly uglier after being pushed away, and was almost as dark as the bark of an old tree on the roadside.

His eyes fell on him and he stared at him for a few seconds, then Wenxiu Lord blinked twice at him quickly.

Her eyelashes fluttered, like butterflies flapping their wings in his heart. Tom Riddle was coaxed into submission, but he knew how to react in order to get more.

So his expression was still very grumpy, and he looked like he was about to Avada this chattering and ignorant therapist in front of him.

In fact, Wenxiu Lord's behavior just now was not to coax him, but simply because he felt that his current appearance was a bit hot to the eyes, so he blinked.

Seeing that the only face he could see was gradually becoming unbearable, Wenxiu Lord decisively reached out his hand to him.

"Vodi, can you come over here?"

He is already a patient, yet he still has to coax people. How unlucky.

Tom Riddle raised his eyebrows and walked to his side, waiting for the silver-haired young man to continue.

Raising his hand, he grabbed Tom Riddle's sleeve and tugged at it. Wenxiu Lord looked at him with his eyes raised, like a cat asking for a reward.

Although this person was clearly an adult of similar height to himself, Tom Riddle felt that this action suited him.

Following the silver-haired young man's movements, Tom Riddle leaned over to look at him with his hands on the edge of the bed, and spoke in a low and hoarse voice without fatigue.

"how?"

Putting his hand on the back of Tom Riddle's hand, Vincent Lord smiled at him.

"Vodi looks very tired. You haven't had a good rest these days. Why don't you go back and have some sleep? I'm awake now. It's fine."

Tom Riddle really didn't sleep well these two days. He was guarding Wenxiu Lord the night before last, and he didn't rest last night. He was dealing with all kinds of troubles after his identity was exposed.

He also punished Bellatrix severely.

But he didn't want to leave. Without Wenxiu Lord by his side, he knew without hesitation that he would not have a good sleep.

"I'll stay here with you and leave at night."

He also had to deal with those troubles at night, including those from the Order of the Phoenix, the Ministry of Magic, and those two guys, Remus Lupin and Barty Crouch Jr. It was a mess.

Hearing this, Wenxiu Lord rolled his eyes and looked at the healer who had immediately fallen silent after Tom Riddle came over.

"If there is nothing wrong with this examination, can I be discharged from the hospital?"

The therapist felt a toothache when he saw Wenxiu Lord's love-struck look, but he still replied.

"Yes, if there is nothing wrong with this examination, Mr. Lord will be discharged after drinking the last potion. He will need to come to St. Mungo's for a follow-up examination in a week."

When he heard that he had to drink the potion, Wenxiu Lord opened his half-open mouth and then closed it again.

Tom Riddle knew what he was thinking by looking at his expression. He raised his hand and ruffled his short hair, which was uglier than dog-bitten hair. His sharp eyebrows softened a little.

"I'll wait for you to finish drinking the potion and then go back together."

The therapist who had just finished the examination silently lowered his head and stared at the ground, muttering to himself.

"I haven't told you the result yet, but you two have already arranged the follow-up. Why are you, Wenxiu Lord, so obsessed with love?"

The healer forced a smile of disappointment on his face, gritted his teeth and said as kindly as possible, "Mr. Lord is recovering very well now. After drinking the potion, you can go through the discharge procedures. I'll go get the potion for you."

"Okay, thank you." Wenxiu Lord responded gently. After the others left, he frowned at Tom Riddle. "I hate potions, really."

"Potion geniuses hate potions. If those people at the International Potions Exchange knew about this, they would probably be so angry that they would beat their chests and stamp their feet."

"It's different. Those people in the Muggle world who make some highly profitable pills don't necessarily have to take them." Wenxiu Lord lay in Tom Riddle's arms. "Does Voldy have enough soul stabilizing potions?"

Pulling up the quilt to cover him, Tom Riddle replied, "No, no hurry, Wen Xiu should heal his wound first."

With the constant supply of potions from Vinciu Lord, Tom Riddle no longer had to drink the Soul Stabilizing Potion as frequently as every day.

It was only because too many bad things happened recently and Wenxiu Lord was no longer by his side that he finished the last three bottles of potion.

The silver-haired young man smiled and played with Tom Riddle's palm, "Okay."

The atmosphere between the two seemed as if there had never been any conflicts, and their feelings were even deeper.

After drinking the potion and leaving St. Mungo's, Wenxiu Lord sat on the sofa and got some paper and pen. While Tom Riddle was taking a shower, he began to send comforting letters to his friends.

It’s not certain whether others need it or not, but Sirius definitely needs it.

Not only did he have to send the letter, but he also had to find a chance to meet Sirius after he recovered. Otherwise, he was really afraid that Sirius would do something extreme.