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There are not too many people who come to the hospital on weekdays. Most of the people who come to the hospital for gland inspection are couples in pairs, and teenagers can count them with one hand.

The corridor was divided into two halves by the sunlight outside the window, and there was fine floating dust in the air. The green plants on the edge of the window drooped green leaves, so the pretty young boy sitting on the bench under the leaves was conspicuous enough.

He propped his hands on the edge of the chair, counting how many sparrows landed on the telegraph pole outside the window, and how many sparrows flew away, idly for half an hour.

The sun shines on the side of the face, the eyelashes cast shadows, and the angle of the light is so delicate and coincidental that it looks like a butterfly perched on the eyelids and refuses to fly away.

Passers-by will cast their gazes without exception—it is impolite to stare at a person for a long time. If it is an Alpha, few people would dare, and if it is an Omega, it is easy to appear malicious. Children will not.

It seemed as if he was sitting there and shouldn't be ignored.

This scene continues until the Alpha in the consulting room stands up.

The child was sitting on the bench diagonally opposite, and when he saw him get up, he also stood up, walked to the door of the consulting room, and listened to the words coming from inside.

"...It's a little sensitive, in all aspects, but don't worry, all children in development are like this. Part of it is due to biological factors, and the other is also due to age and psychological growth. Speaking of which, are you still young? I noticed that recently these fifteen or sixteen-year-old children feel very precocious, unlike our time, they are still stupid and don't understand anything, they are like them, everyone has an idea..."

The doctor is a female Beta who can talk very well, and she hasn't stopped talking in the past half an hour.

Alpha took the diagnosis certificate, casually "hmm", and didn't seem to be listening at all.

"Your younger brother is not bad. He looks like a well-behaved boy at first glance, but it's hard to say. Some of his elementary school bullies have been good until they grow up, and some have learned a lot when they go to high school or university. The more you know, the more difficult it is to deal with it. It’s more annoying than the naughty ones. It’s really a rebellious period. You say it and he goes west..."

Outside the door, a child who might "be good until he grows up" or "talk east and west" in the future poked his head halfway, and happened to meet Alpha who raised his eyes when he noticed the movement.

Meng Yinan opened his mouth, and from the shape of his mouth, he called brother, then pointed to his stomach, saying that he was hungry.He signaled Mu Zhanxi to leave quickly.

Mu Zhanxi withdrew his gaze and didn't give him any response, but quickly pointed to the diagnosis sheet and interrupted Beta in the white coat who was sharing the experience of the child's rebellious period: "Doctor, are these medicines?"

As soon as the doctor stopped talking, he quickly looked at the list: "Yes, it's all written down here. You can go to the pharmacy collection room downstairs, and the payment will be there."

"Okay." Mu Zhanxi glanced at Meng Yinan outside the door, and said that if my younger brother came, we should leave first, and then we were going to leave, not very enthusiastic and talkative.

Perhaps in the doctor's eyes, Alpha's temper at this age is normal, he didn't care about anything, and said behind: "That's it, you go home early, remember to take your medicine on time, parents are not at home, as an older brother, you should Take care of yourself, don't be afraid of trouble when you encounter problems, and take care of your brother so that he doesn't get sick is better than anything else."

Mu Zhanxi listened to this sentence, not only said yes, but also thanked him.

Meng Yinan had taken a blood test before, and the values ​​in all aspects were normal. Apart from the problems with the glands, he also had a few basic examinations.The doctor got the result and said that the problem is not serious, and he can go back to school next Monday.

Regarding this, Mu Zhanxi asked Meng Yinan what he meant, and Meng Yinan also felt that he was fine, so he told the class teacher that he would have class next Monday.

But Meng Yinan didn't seem very interested.

He didn't show it so obviously, but Mu Zhanxi could feel it.

When the child is unhappy, he doesn't speak. When he avoids the problem, he likes to gossip about him. When he is probing, he keeps staring at people. When he is pleasing, he is very obvious. It is easy to see what he is thinking.He didn't hide it either.

Before Mu Zhanxi asked him if he was being bullied by his classmates, he didn't deny it, but he didn't say anything, acting as if he could handle it well.

Meng Yinan didn't want to say anything, but Mu Zhanxi didn't ask any further questions.But if you really want to go to school, this is the problem that needs to be solved.

He has seen the child standing downstairs like a dog in the water twice. If it is simply said that it was raining, it is not impossible, but the credibility is very low.Moreover, it is an irrefutable fact that the glands are injured when the child is seriously ill.

This is no longer as simple as putting bugs in the desk pocket and scribbling on the desk.

So Mu Zhanxi said: "I can send you to school."

When he said this, they were eating, Meng Yinan ate half of it, and looked up at him with a slightly surprised expression.

The two briefly exchanged glances, Mu Zhanxi moved away naturally, and added, "If you need it."

Meng Yinan looked at him sideways and repeated, "Send me to school?"

"Well," Mu Zhanxi said, "but it can only be delivered to the school gate." There is no way to send it to the class.

Meng Yinan understood what he meant, felt a little funny, and said to himself: Then where do you want to send it.

When Mu Zhanxi said that, Meng Yinan quickly thought of the previous conversation, because Mu Zhanxi already knew that someone was bullying him, so he proposed this method to solve this problem.

Meng Yinan held the bowl, which contained very fragrant vegetable porridge, he thought, this porridge is delicious, Mu Zhanxi not only knows everything, but also cares about him so much—how can there be such a good person in the world?And it's his brother.

Meng Yinan asked, "Brother, do you really think someone is bullying me?"

Mu Zhanxi glanced at him: "No?"

"Indeed there is," Meng Yinan propped his head on his hand, "but I don't think it's a big deal."

"Really?" Mu Zhanxi disagreed with him.

"Then will you send me off every day?"

"can."

Meng Yinan cheered up: "I'll give it away if no one bullies me?"

"Well," Mu Zhanxi said realistically, "I passed by the junior high school on my way to school."

Meng Yinan blinked, but didn't respond to the "drop in", and then remembered something: "But we go to school at different times." If I remember correctly, the high school is half an hour earlier.

Mu Zhanxi said: "Early reading can be late."

Meng Yinan was stunned for a moment: "Really?"

"There's no need to lie to you." Mu Zhanxi said.

Meng Yinan was about to say something when Mu Zhanxi's cell phone rang.

He looked down and went to the window to answer the phone. Meng Yinan picked up two mouthfuls of rice by himself and felt that it was a little hot, so he put it aside to cool down, then looked at Mu Zhanxi with his head propped up.

He didn't have any thoughts at that time, he just looked at Mu Zhanxi's handsome face and thought seriously, if only this person could be his own brother.