MTL - The Fallen Merman-Chapter 223
With Xiaobai's current size, it is not only impossible to enter the gate of the IOA headquarters, but also impossible to enter the residential area of ordinary apartments. Han Xingqian gave Lan Bo the key to his urban villa and asked them to temporarily live in his own home and wait until he was young. Bai returned to normal and came back. During the period, the medical association could send a car to take the doctor to check on Xiao Bai every day.
The villas where Han Xingqian lives are far apart, and each building has a separate courtyard. Fortunately, the other residents in the villa are also colleagues of the Medical Association, so it should not cause too much trouble to the neighbors. Big trouble.
Rimbaud was sitting on the bed in the bedroom on the second floor, with a medicine box in his hand, fish tails turned into legs, wearing home shorts sent by Dr. Han, biting the hem of his half-sleeves, bowing his head and disinfecting the wound on his chest with alcohol.
Doctor Han instructed him to sterilize it with iodophor and then bandage it, but Rimbaud didn't know the difference between alcohol and iodophor. In fact, he had the ability to purify, and he couldn't get infected, and he didn't need to be sterilized, but since Dr. Han seriously instructed him to do so. Do as you please.
"Hi..." Rimbaud bit the hem of his T-shirt tightly and groaned. The alcohol touched the wound, causing his body to shiver.
That's it. Rimbaud wrapped a medical bandage around the wound to prevent it from opening and bleeding before it healed.
"Huh."
There was a rustling sound from the window on the second floor. Rimbaud looked back at the balcony, and his big blue eyes like the moon were looking at him clearly.
The two front paws of the big white lion gently clawed on the wall outside the balcony. The tip of the big pink nose was facing Rimbaud. The nose swayed and sniffed. .
"Sit down." Rimbaud put down the hem of his clothes, walked over with bare feet, turned over and sat on the railing with his hands.
The big white lion sat down obediently, and rolled its tail forward and wrapped its two front paws.
"Good boy." Rimbaud raised one foot and stepped on the big pink nose of the white lion. It was a little wet, very soft, and warm.
The white lion moved his head away, turned his head down and sniffed in the garden, and after a while, he looked up from the flowers, with a few leaves glued to his head, and held a wreath of two Sasha angel roses between his lips. Carefully put it on Rimbaud's ankle, then sat down quietly, watching Rimbaud with pious eyes.
Rimbaud leaned down and touched the big head of the white lion: "I will treasure it."
The water in the veins of the white flowers hardened, and the original color was sealed in the form of hydrated steel, but it did not become hard.
He hugged the big face of the white lion, kissed the big nose, put his cheek against it and whispered softly: "Thank you for helping me, I need you, randi."
The white lion blinked, his blue eyes like ghostly fire flashed on and off, and he lowered his head and swirled around the grass to sniff, shy to the point of madly digging the ground.
Before taking a break, Rimbaud injected the real dissociating agent hidden in the white lion's hair into the back of his neck, then nestled into the hanging chair swing on the balcony and slept with him on the balcony, hoping that Xiaobai would recover in the morning. undisturbed.
The white lion, curled up in a large mass like a hill, slept on the lawn of the courtyard with a little coat that Rimbaud had given him.
The next morning, Han Xingqian drove over to check on Xiao Bai, Xiao Xun took the equipment for him, Lu Yan and Bi Lanxing rushed back from Liutan Mountain, and just reported the destruction of the dragon turtle experimental body, they I heard that Brother Chu was about to deteriorate, and that Rimbaud was injured.
Bi Lanxing held a document bag in his arms. These are the reports that he needs to sign by the search section chief. Brother Chu is sick now. He took the initiative to undertake most of the report work, and he knows the situation inside and outside the search section. When my brother comes back, he can quickly hand over the past.
Lu Yan sat in the back seat, holding his mobile phone with a lot of thought, open and closed a few apps aimlessly, his eyelids were red, he couldn't help but raised his head and asked, "My dad called to ask yesterday, but I covered it up. , he'll be fine... isn't he pretty awesome..."
"The situation is not too bad, we are still trying to find a way, at least there won't be a big problem in a short time." Han Xingqian parked the car outside the courtyard, not intending to stay for too long.
The group got out of the car one after another and entered the courtyard. Han Xingqian looked around and saw nothing unusual, so he knocked on the door.
It was Rimbaud who opened the door.
Rimbaud was wearing a loose T-shirt and shorts, and was wiping his wet hair with a towel.
"You came just in time. I just gave him a bath, and he rolled all over in mud."
"Take a bath? You wash him..." Lu Yan's cheeks flushed, and his bunny ears curled up.
They walked into the house, Xiao Xun followed behind with a medicine box, Doctor Han asked Lan Bo about Xiao Bai's situation last night.
Bi Lanxing walked behind with the document bag, Lu Yan didn't take anything, and trotted all the way to look for Bai Chunian in every room.
Lu Yan pushed open the bedroom door and glanced in. Bai Chunian was not in it, and was about to leave. When he turned around, a creature with snow-white blue eyes was standing on the low cabinet and looked at him face to face.
The beast's suppression of the rabbit species was quite strong. Lu Yan suddenly blew his hair, and a sly rabbit's cave appeared under his feet. He slipped in and fell out of the sly rabbit's cave two meters away, staring blankly as he sat on the low cabinet. The white lion, the fierce beast, was licking its paws elegantly and elegantly, and the scent of shower gel was still wafting from its body.
"? Bai Chunian?" The brandy pheromone did not change, but Lu Yan still recognized it.
The white lion still licked his hair lazily, without raising his head.
Lu Yan turned back and asked Lan Bo in frustration, "Is he unable to hear what I'm talking about now?"
Rimbaud opened the curtains to let the light in: "I hear you, he just ignores you."
Xiao Tun was surprised: "He hasn't recovered yet?"
Rimbaud walked over and laboriously carried the white lion that had just been washed onto the bed. The white lion seemed to have no bones.
"Recovered, but not fully recovered." Rimbaud took off the claws hanging on his body as if nothing had happened, pinched the powder pad, let him stretch out his claws, and then took out a hydrated steel scissors to cut his nails, And then smooth with hydrated steel, so as not to tear Dr. Han's furniture.
"I injected him with a dissociative agent last night. This morning, I found that his body has become smaller. The size has become the same as an ordinary white lion. It may be a little smaller, but he has not recovered his human mimicry."
Han Xingqian recorded the situation described by Lan Bo, which is an important clinical data for the Medical Association.
He glanced at "Lion's Habits" thrown in the trash, and "How to Take Care of Cat Cubs" on the bed filled with hydrated steel bookmarks, and analyzed with his cheeks: "Obviously, IQ and thinking have not recovered."
Rimbaud held the white lion between his legs to keep him from running around, and took two cotton swabs to dig his ears.
He is very young, and his roar is not as shocking as the roar of a real adult male lion. Although his momentum is fierce, it is loud.
Lu Yan tentatively reached out to touch him, and the white lion raised his chest proudly, showing the still inconspicuous neck mane.
Xiaobai was very familiar with their scents, so he didn't hold hostility. Instead, he lay down on all fours, exposing his belly and pink paw pads.
Lu Yan asked Bi Lanxing carefully: "What is he doing? Is his back itchy?"
Bi Lanxing also squatted down, looked at him and said, "En'en lies down like this because she wants me to touch her stomach."
Lu Yan often went to Lanxing's house to play. He knew that Lanxing's house had a Bernese Mountain Dog, and he gave it the name, Gewuen.
"Do you want to be touched?" Bi Lanxing slowly stretched out his hand to rub Xiaobai's stomach, but Xiaobai suddenly turned his face and bit Lanxing's hand with his two front paws, and his two hind legs kicked wildly in a whirlwind.
"Brother Chu, Brother Chu..." Bi Lanxing was so stiff that he didn't dare to move, and he didn't dare to rashly pull out his hand.
"randi! Relax!" Rimbaud noticed the confusion on their side, and immediately stood up and scolded.
Xiaobai was scolded, rolled away, jumped up the bay window lightly, raised one hind leg lazily, lowered his head and used his tongue to care for his hair.
Fortunately, Xiaobai didn't really want to attack them. Bi Lanxing was not injured, but was startled and asked Rimbaud, "Did I just do something wrong?"
Rimbaud nodded, holding a cat guide full of hydrated steel bookmarks (which he didn't quite understand) in his hand, put on a pair of hydrated steel glasses, and turned the page: "He lay down and showed you his belly. It's to trust your performance, but if you touch it, you don't know what to do, what he means is actually to let you touch his head."
Bi Lanxing: "…"
While no one was paying attention, Xiaobai stretched out his claws and tentatively pulled Lanxing's file bag on the window sill. He pulled and pulled again. The file bag barely kept its balance on the edge of the window sill and didn't fall off.
Bi Lanxing looked up quickly: "Hey, Brother Chu, that's the document you want to sign."
Xiaobai glanced at him, pulled the document bag to the ground, and happily ran around the room.
Bi Lanxing covered his face helplessly, for the next period of time, Brother Chu's work will be contracted by him.
Xiaobai was tired from running, stopped, and sat down on the bed. Everyone thought he had had enough trouble and was finally going to rest, but he suddenly swooped down on Lu Yan and stepped on him with both front paws to prevent him from climbing. He got up, grabbed one of his rabbit ears and tugged it around to play. Lu Yan shouted angrily, "Bai Chunian! You're so cheap!"
Xiao Bai's attention was attracted by Xiao Tun's tail again, he lowered his body, made an ambush and prey stance, and then slammed on the floor and rushed towards Xiao Tun's tail.
Doctor Han stepped in front of Xiao Tun and grabbed Xiao Bai's collar. With a seemingly gentle expression, he pulled Xiao Bai's upper body up and said softly in his ear, "Xiao Gong It’s normal for a lion to be naughty, it’s fine if it’s been sterilized, it’s better to choose a day than to hit the sun, how is it today?”
Xiaobai shivered a bit, struggled out of Han Xingqian's hands, hid behind Lan Bo, and licked his hands as if nothing had happened.
Han Xingqian asked others to hold Xiaobai down, drew a few tubes of blood for him to bring back for testing, and then filled up with a shot of dissociating agent. The control of Xiaobai by dissociating agents was particularly important until synephrine was found.
"It seems that maintaining the state of the body can consume a lot of his excess energy, so that he will not easily run away due to excess energy." Han Xingqian put the collected blood samples in the incubator, and explained to Rimbaud his follow-up plans, "You guys are here. Stay for a few more days to observe his condition, I will come every day to collect blood and tonic for him, and when he returns to his human mimicry, you can call me and let me know."
Rimbaud nodded.
Han Xingqian waved his hand, Xiao Xun picked up the medicine box and followed, Lu Yan ran out as if escaping, Bi Lanxing picked up the document bag with the paw print on it, and left with a helpless smile.
Xiaobai, who was injected with the dissociating agent, became very dispirited, lying on his side slumped on the bed, his limbs spread out, and he was breathing weakly and short.
Rimbaud accompanies him to lie on the bed, resting his head with one hand, pinching the white lion's pink paw pads with the other, pressing his palms to stretch out his nails, then retract them, and kiss them on his lips.
Xiaobai lay down for a while, struggling to lift one of his hind legs to lick his hair. He had just been pressed by a group of people to draw blood, and his hair was messed up.
Lamborghini watched him earnestly licking his hair, and suddenly reached out and pinched between his hind legs.
The white lion's **** are also easy to touch. A pair of snow-white ones hang under the base of the tail. They are round, fluffy, and a little prickly.
The white lion, who was licking his hair, was stunned, and he froze in the posture of raising one leg, and the tip of his pink tongue has not been retracted.
Rimbaud laughed, and the white lion sighed, turned his back to him and lay down.
"Don't be angry, I'm just curious." Rimbaud reached out and rubbed his fluffy side waist, and the white lion purred comfortably and loudly, turned around and snuggled beside Rimbaud regardless of the past.
In Lanbo's view, all creatures are equal. In his eyes, Bai Chunian's current state is no different from his former lover, and he still likes it very much.
In the afternoon, Rimbaud opened his eyes from the laziness of his nap, a handsome arm resting on his lower abdomen, his young and handsome face was very close to him, and he slept soundly beside him without any defense.
The white lion mimicry on Bai Chunian's body has subsided, and even his hair has returned to normal black. He is bare upper body, half lying on the bed, his muscular waist and abdomen are twisted slightly, and his cold white skin is illuminated by the afternoon sun. With an orange-red edge.
Rimbaud breathed carefully, his eyes tracing the alpha's face, and the tiny hairs were clearly visible in the scorching light. In the past, Rimbaud used to look at him like this. Whenever this time, Rimbaud would always forget the scorching sun and the truth he abides by, and only knew that he loved him.
