MTL - They Are Not Human!-Chapter 47 Lost 07

Why would Xia Yansi know?

Is he still so obvious? !

The temperature on Wen Qing's face gradually increased, reaching the Tianling cover, and the top of her head seemed to be emitting hot air.

He stared at Xia Yansi blankly, his lips trembled, and he forced out a word: "Ah?"

Xia Yansi sat upright, his shirt buttoned to the top, and his clothes were not wrinkled at all.

Rigorous and abstinent, but gently asked questions that made Wen Qing blush and heartbeat.

Wen Qing stayed for a while before she regained her senses.

Xia Yansi explained slowly: "Your face is very obvious."

Wen Qing snorted again, the warmth on her cheeks spread to her whole body, and her fingertips were trembling with shame.

An uncontrollable layer of water vapor filled his eyes, Wen Qing quickly lowered his eyes, and stammered.

Wen Qing's brain turned slowly.

Xia Yansi is a doctor. For him, wet dreams are just an ordinary physiological phenomenon, so there should be no other meaning?

Xia Yansi didn't intend to let him go. He tapped the sofa with his fingertips and asked, "You haven't answered my question yet."

"I didn't sleep well at night, then what? Did you have wet dreams?"

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she responded vaguely.

Xia Yansi raised his eyes, his eyes gradually moved from the red ear tips to Wen Qing's eyes, the eyelashes trembled like the wings of small flying insects, and they kept shaking.

He asked lightly, "What did you dream about?"

"It's nothing," Wen Qing said perfunctorily, pinching her palms, and stammeringly said, "Xia, Uncle Xia..."

Xia Yansi: "Yeah."

Wen Qing took a deep breath and summoned the courage to say, "You, don't ask..."

This matter itself is relatively private.

Besides, Xia Yansi is still an elder in Wen Qing's eyes.

How can you talk to the elders about this kind of thing!

Wen Qing didn't dare to look at Xia Yansi's face, she lowered her head and whispered, "I-I'm fine..."

"Wen Qing."

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled even more, and he silently prayed in his heart that Xia Yansi would not ask any more questions.

Xia Yansi really didn't ask any further.

He calmly said to Wen Qing, "Don't be shy about treating illnesses."

Wen said weakly, "I didn't."

Xia Yansi added: "I am a doctor."

Xia Yansi is the doctor Wen Qing avoids his problems = Wen Qing avoids doctors.

Smoothing out the logical relationship, Wen Qing fell silent.

I don't know if I could see Wen Qing's rejection and shyness, Xia Yansi stopped asking about wet dreams, but asked, "Have you had nightmares every day for the past two days?"

This question is very common and normal, Wen Qing hesitated for a while, then nodded.

Xia Yansi continued: "What type of nightmare?"

Wen Qing lowered his eyes. Those dreams were all fragmentary. He didn't know how to describe them, so he had to say roughly, "I dreamed of a monster smelling me, a corpse, a ghost breaking my hand or something..."

"I don't remember exactly."

"The corpse..." Xia Yansi looked at him thoughtfully and asked, "Did it start from the day the corpse was found in the flower bed?"

Wen nodded lightly, then shook his head the next second: "No."

"It should have been the first day I moved in."

Xia Yansi's eyes moved slightly: "What happened that day?"

Wen Qing thought about it, he had just entered the dungeon that day and learned that it was a single dungeon.

After thinking for a moment, he said to Xia Yansi, "I heard the news of the serial disappearances in Wen City."

Xia Yansi snorted: "In a new environment, coupled with mental factors such as tension and fear, it is indeed possible to cause the phenomenon of wet dreams."

Just as Wen Qing was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she heard Xia Yansi say again: "Once or twice is normal, but frequent wet dreams are not."

Just when Wen Qing thought that Xia Yansi was going to investigate the cause of his wet dreams, Xia Yansi did not.

He coldly told Wen Qing the reason for frequent wet dreams: "One reason is a physiological problem."

Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat, for fear that Xia Yansi would ask him to take off his pants.

Fortunately not.

Xia Yansi: "Register and go to the hospital for an examination. If it is really a physiological cause, check and treat early."

Wen Qing nodded and replied obediently, "Okay, thank you Uncle Xia."

Xia Yansi continued: "The other is a mental problem."

Wen Qing raised his head and met Xia Yansi's dark eyes. This time, there was a little more scrutiny in his eyes.

Wen Qing was stunned for a while, and said blankly, "I'm not mentally ill."

Xia Yansi: "Does the elder in the family have a history of mental illness?"

This Wen Qing didn't even know, she shook her head and said, "I don't know."

Xia Yansi said lightly: "Pressure and fear will have a certain impact on the spirit. Maybe it has already manifested in the dream before you realize it."

"That's why this physiological response occurs so frequently."

Without waiting for Wen Qing to speak, Xia Yansi asked again, "Did you feel any abnormal reaction from yourself during this time?"

"Any aspect."

Any aspect?

Wen Qing was a little stunned, and was thinking about it when she noticed that Xia Yansi's eyes fell on the red wine on the coffee table.

Does the Ji Hell thing count?

Just as his thoughts arose, Xia Yansi said, "I know about you and Ji Yu."

"It seems that the person you have had a great influence on you."

"Anything else besides that?"

Wen Qing pursed her lips and suddenly remembered.

He opened his mouth and said, "I-I still suspect that someone has entered the house... Does this count?"

Xia Yansi lifted his eyelids and looked at him quietly: "To what extent?"

Wen Qing told the truth: "I feel that many things in the house have been passive, but the surveillance did not capture anything."

Xia Yansi: "Doubt every day?"

Wen nodded lightly. The first thing he did when he woke up in the morning was to look at the surveillance records.

Xia Yansi stared at him: "Do you think this reaction is normal?"

Wen Qing lowered her eyes and began to recall what she had done in the past two days.

Check the surveillance every day, don’t go out, be vigilant when encountering strangers…

He thought it was an ordinary reaction, after all, there was a murderer in the community.

But Xia Yansi is also a professional doctor.

Wen Qing was a little dazed, is he under too much pressure? Or is there really something wrong with your body?

"Except for excessive delusions," Xia Yan paused and said slowly, "frequent dreams and widowers generally have sexual stimuli."

Hearing this, Wen Qing's first reaction was that he didn't watch the movie.

Then I slowly thought of the harassing text messages that day.

He was stunned, could it be the reason for the text message?

When the words reached his lips, Wen Qing swallowed it back again. He was really embarrassed to discuss this kind of thing with someone he didn't know well, or an elder.

Might as well go to the hospital and talk to the doctor.

"It seems there is." Xia Yansi said lightly.

Wen Qing's face, which had finally cooled down, became hot again. She was worried that Xia Yansi would continue to ask questions. Suddenly, the sound of the door opening and footsteps came from behind.

Wen Qing turned back, Ji Yu and Ji Sheng came back.

He breathed a sigh of relief and shouted, "Uncle Ji."

Ji Sheng caught a glimpse of Wen Qing on the sofa, and his eyes lit up: "Brother, you are here."

Wen Qing got up and looked at Ji Yu, not knowing how to speak for a while.

Ji Yu said gently, "Go to the study with me."

Wen Qing replied and followed him into the study.

The study is just below Wen Qing's bedroom, and it has been transformed into a study. Several walls are filled with various books. At a glance, they are all about medicine.

Wen Qing swept his eyes, waited for Ji Yu to close the door, and said nervously, "Uncle Ji, I, I'm here to apologize."

"wine…"

Wen Qing was empty-handed, remembering that the red wine was placed on the coffee table.

Ji Yu smiled, motioned him to sit down, and said slowly, "I know, Xing Ze has mentioned it to me."

Before Wen Qing could speak, he said, "I was indeed a little angry that evening, but then I reflected on myself. You are young, you have experienced unpleasant things, and you are involved in a murder case. It's normal for you to be cranky. "

Wen said softly, "I'm really sorry, Uncle Ji."

Ji Yu: "I'm not mad at you, I was too busy the other day."

Wen nodded lightly and hummed softly.

After apologizing, Ji Yu also accepted his apology. Wen Qing didn't know what else to say, and was about to leave when Ji Yu suddenly asked about his physical condition.

Ji Yu: "Are you sick?"

"No," Wen Qing couldn't help touching her face, thinking to herself, is his face so obvious?

Ji Yu looked at the blue and black under his eyes: "Can't you sleep well at night?"

Wen Qing nodded and said to him, "I plan to go to the hospital for a physical examination."

Hearing this, Ji Yu's expression moved slightly: "Did Xia Yansi ask you to go for a medical examination?"

Wen Qing hummed, suddenly feeling a little strange.

Ji Yu and Xia Yansi, husbands, actually keep calling each other by their first names?

Is it the little love between their husband and wife?

Just thinking about it, suddenly, Ji Yu bent his lips.

Different from the kind smile before, there was a hint of malice in his eyes.

In a trance, Wen Qing seemed to see Ji Yu from him.

In the next second, Ji Prison became the same as before.

Wen Qing looked at him blankly, wondering if the maliciousness was her dazzling eyes, wrong?

Or is there really something wrong with his body and spirit?

Ji Yu looked at him tenderly: "What's wrong?"

Wen Qing opened his mouth and shook his head: "It's nothing."

Has he been really too suspicious lately?

Ji Yu handed him a business card and said gently, "If it's not a physical problem after the examination, I suggest you visit the clinic."

Wen Qing took the business card and whispered thanks.

Ji Yu: "Even if there is no problem, some conversations can help you to ease your emotions."

As soon as the words fell, the study door was pushed open, and Ji Sheng came in with a fruit bowl.

He looked at Ji Yu and Wen Qing again: "Brother, are you sick?"

Wen Qing shook his head: "just going to check it out."

"A medical examination?" Ji Sheng put down the fruit plate and said immediately, "Then you can go to Xiaoda's hospital for a medical examination. The current medical examination package has to be booked for a long time."

"Let my dad arrange it for you."

Wen Qing hurriedly said, "No need..."

Ji Sheng blinked: "Brother is fine, the body is more important."

Saying that, he rushed out of the study and shouted loudly, "Dad, brother wants to have a medical examination."

"Can you help him arrange it, tomorrow or the day after?"

Wen Qing turned around and met Xia Yansi's inorganic eyes.

Xia Yansi: "Wen Qing may not want to go to my place."

"How come." Ji Sheng turned to look at Wen Qing.

Being stared at by their father and son, Wen Qing couldn't say anything like "Yes, I don't want to go to your hospital for a medical examination".

He could only pull the corners of his mouth and said dryly, "I-I'm afraid to trouble Uncle Xia."

Ji Sheng said with a smile: "No trouble, no trouble."

"Dad, Uncle Chen is from the medical examination center, right? Just talk to him, right?"

Xia Yansi hummed, picked up the phone, and looked at Wen Qing.

Seems to be waiting for his answer.

It's even harder for Wen Qing to refuse now, so she can only say, "That's trouble for Uncle Xia."

Not long after Xia Yansi finished calling, Wen Qing received a text message from the hospital.

The appointment is at eight o'clock tomorrow morning at Xia Si Hospital.

Ji Sheng looked at the study eagerly: "Dad, brother, have you finished talking?"

"When we're done talking, let me and my brother play games for a while."

Xia Yansi put down the phone, looked at Ji Yu in the study, and said indifferently, "It's nine o'clock."

"Let Wen Qing go back to rest and don't affect tomorrow's medical examination."

Wen Qing actually wanted to leave, but she didn't know how to speak. Hearing this, she stood up and said to them, "I won't disturb your rest."

Back home, Wen Qing looked at the text message again.

He searched the Internet for Xia Si Hospital, a well-known private hospital in Vancouver.

Looking at the hospital address, Wen Qing couldn't help but ask the system: [System, can the hospital in the copy really detect the problem with my body? 】

001: [Regular hospital equipment, of course. 】

Wen Qing asked curiously: [Are the hospitals in the human-level dungeon okay? 】

001: [Hmm. 】

Wen Qing lowered his eyes, if the hospital could find out, it would be like a real world...

He stopped thinking about it, and said slowly to the system: [Then I will go to the hospital to check every time I go to the human-level dungeon. 】

Public health check.

001: […]

At night, Wen Qing hardly slept for a long time.

No nightmares, no dreams, no widow, and slept until dawn.

After so many days, I finally got a good night's sleep, and Wen Qing's mood improved.

He happily went to the medical examination center of the hospital, and just as he walked to the B-ultrasound department, Xia Yansi came towards him.

The smile on Wen Qing's face froze, and she stammered, "Xia, Uncle Xia."

Xia Yansi responded.

"I, I'll come for a medical examination." Wen Qing said.

After speaking, the door of the B ultrasound room opened.

A doctor in his thirties came out and was stunned when he saw Wen Qing and Xia Yansi at the door.

"Wen Qing?"

Wen nodded lightly.

The doctor's body was a little unnatural, and he said to Wen Qing, "I'm going to the toilet."

"You either wait..." The doctor paused, turned to look at Xia Yansi, and had an idea, "Doctor Xia, either you can do it for him."

"It's an ultrasound anyway."

After these few words, the doctor's face became even worse: "No, I'll go to the toilet first."

"Doctor Xia, I'm sorry to bother you."

Xia Yansi responded and walked into the B ultrasound room.

Wen lightly followed, and there was a diagnosis and treatment bed in the center of the department.

Xia Yansi stood by the bed, lowered his eyes, and slowly spit out two words: "Lie down."