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The doctor came to make rounds every morning as usual. This time he did not wear a mask, showing a very young face, blue eyes, deep-set eye sockets, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a slight puff on his chin. With light yellow stubble and a gentle look, he is very kind, smiling when he comes in.

The butler nodded at him, and removed the breakfast from Yu Minglang's table.

He glanced at the mess, and said with a smile at the corner of his mouth: "The little guy has a good appetite."

Probably because he was a doctor, he always spoke with a sense of intimacy, Yu Minglang nodded at him, opened his sleeves, and began to measure blood pressure, followed by a series of regular checks.

The doctor chatted with him: "You should eat more breakfast, so that you can be stronger."

Yu Minglang glanced at the rest of the food, only half a slice of bread had moved, he took a sip of milk, the tomatoes and apples barely moved, he moved his lips: "I feel sick to my stomach."

The doctor shook his head helplessly. The young man's face turned pale. He patted Yu Minglang's shoulder: "Take care of him well, and he will be discharged soon."

He is thin, but not weak. The only remaining skin and flesh are tight muscles. The doctor is not worried about him. His physique is very strong, and his vitality is not weak. He is much stronger than ordinary people. If such a large dose of stimulant is put on ordinary people, he would have seen God in the ambulance.

Before the doctor left, Yu Minglang suddenly asked him: "When can I be discharged from the hospital?"

The doctor didn't answer his question immediately, but subconsciously glanced at the butler who was standing not far away. The butler stood upright with his hands folded together, showing a polite smile. He tapped the medical record with his hands: " Observe for a while, your body still needs to cultivate for a while."

Yu Minglang had already stopped the medicine last night, even the water hanger was removed, he just occupied a ward and slept in it.

He said: "I think I can also recuperate at home. If it is not necessary, please issue me a discharge certificate."

The doctor smiled, feeling a little helpless: "I'm sorry, young master, you will have to follow Mr. Yu's instructions on how long you will be discharged from the hospital."

Yu Minglang's eyes darkened for a moment, the doctor smiled at him: "If there is nothing else, then I will leave first."

He watched the doctor turn and leave, the snow-white robe disappeared through the door, and then the nurse left after removing the things, leaving only the butler and him in the ward.

He looked at the housekeeper and asked him, "when will my father let me out of the hospital?"

He didn't know why Yu Zhengyan insisted on letting him live in this place full of the smell of disinfectant. Could it be that his own apartment was not good?

There was a flat smile on the butler's face: "We still have to wait for the instruction from Mr. He hopes that you can stay in the hospital for a longer period of time. After all, the conditions and measures here are the best in Melbourne. Don't worry if anything happens. After all, Young Master, you are the only successor of Mister."

The only successor, makes people jealous but ironic.

He took a deep breath: "Then can I go back to the apartment? It's very close here, or help me bring some close-fitting clothes."

The butler looked at him, his eyes were a little moved, but he shook his head in the end. He said, "You can't go back to the apartment. If the young master wants any clothes, I can send someone to buy some."

The housekeeper added: "I forgot to tell the young master earlier, some of the personal belongings in the young master's apartment have been packed and are ready to be shipped to the country. The sir is very considerate. After the young master is discharged from the hospital, you can go back and see what else is in it." Not taken away."

Yu Minglang suddenly raised his head and asked him, "What do you mean?"

There was a hint of anger in his voice, as if he had guessed something.

The housekeeper watched his somewhat gawkish movements, and sighed: "Sir, I'm going to let you go back to China to finish your studies."

He froze for a moment: "Why?"

After asking, I laughed, why is he lying in the ward now, and why his father said such words, isn't he the clearest?However, he didn't want to go back to the country. When he was abroad, Yu Zhengyan had three heads and six arms, but in this foreign land, he couldn't do anything recklessly, and it was impossible for him to stretch his hands as far as he could. After returning to the country, he stayed under Yu Zhengyan's eyelids. He was a baby bird with its wings broken, a sapling that was fixed and manipulated by others. His hands trembled slightly. After a while, He raised his head, showing a little cowardice in his words, his eyes glistened and loved, as if he was begging for mercy or acting like a baby, he said: "I was forced that night, I was forced to inject excitement I didn’t do it voluntarily, Uncle Gu, please help me, please help me beg Dad, I don’t want to go back.”

Uncle Gu is the name of the housekeeper. Yu Minglang only called him that when he was young. At this time, this young man he had seen growing up since he was a child, from a soft baby to a thin and handsome boy, was half lying on the quilt, his eyelashes fluttering. , tears seemed to flow from his eyes, logically speaking, he would be moved, indeed, he was shaken, but in his heart he always remembered whose home he was in and who he was serving, so he shook his head, his voice With a hint of seriousness: "I'm sorry, young master, I can't help you, sir, it's for your own good."

Yu Minglang still maintained the same movement just now, he didn't even change his expression, but his hands covered under the quilt were tightly clenched into fists, with bulging veins, showing his current mood.

The housekeeper couldn't bear it, and he said to Yu Minglang: "Mister knows, you were forced."

Surprise flashed across Yu Minglang's eyes, and he loosened his grip on the quilt. The butler continued, "The night after Mister left, Dr. Smith told Mister everything about the young master's condition, and what needs attention in the future. And... where did the tube of stimulant come from, and what is the condition of the wound."

His voice was formulaic, as if the machine was reporting the host's situation: "The stimulant was injected from the neck, and entered the heart at the fastest speed, and when it was injected, young master, you showed signs of struggling, Therefore, the wound was cut open by the needle tube, showing an irregular torn shape, and there was a not very obvious fingerprint on the young master's waist, which was artificially pressed. If you guessed right, someone should have forced you, young master. Hold down and inject. These gentlemen know that, so he wants to send you back to the country. It is impossible for the sir to have someone watch you all the time. Such a dangerous thing will not be allowed to happen again. Don’t worry, sir. Your safety, in the country, where the husband can see, may be the safest for you, young master."

Yu Minglang felt his heart suffocated for a while, and his face showed a sickly paleness. It turned out that his father knew that when the housekeeper saw that he was not in the right state, he rushed forward, but he waved him away with one hand. He said: "I'm not a child anymore."

The steward looked at the young man, and in one month, he was going to be eighteen and an adult, but he still said: "Master, you are the one who came back from the life and death line, sir, you are the only one left, and he won't allow you If there is even half a mistake, he is also a miserable person, and he lost his wife in Li Zhinian, so he can't lose his son in middle age!"

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Dip~ Finished writing during the struggle of the exam week~