Pure dust, my favorite is infinite

Chapter 33

If you want to eat cake, you can still eat it even if you pick it out of the trash can

The room did not know when it began to smell a faint smell of blood. The source of the spread seemed to be Wu Ting, probably because of the traces left by the excessive blood loss before.

This light rust smell does not make people feel good, but it is mixed with the unique smell of disinfectant in this ward, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

But Jingchen, who seemed to feel nothing at all, still maintained his usual demeanor, his brows were indifferent, and his pupils were smiling.

What he said just now was an affirmative sentence. It is certain that Wu Ting must have heard it.It's just that from the expression alone, it seems that he doesn't care much about this matter.

The other party seemed to be in a daze, and after confirming from the doctor that he already had a child, he leaned on the bedside and held his stomach and muttered to himself.

Most of them were happy words, and they seemed to be looking forward to the arrival of their children very much. They didn't think about their almost destroyed future at all, and they exuded the brilliance of maternal love.

Even when others talked to her before, she didn't listen very much, and acted like no one else was there.

It's just that when Jingchen talked about this topic, she seemed to be touched, and she quickly raised her head, and widened her eyes: "I heard, but, but so what?! This is my own child, you guys No one can take him away!"

At this time, Wu Ting, who was a little emotional, seemed to be much more normal, but this kind of fierce words were a bit aggressive, giving people a very aggressive feeling.

There are only Jing Chen and Zhao Song in the ward, and Di Gong is not here to prepare food.

Seeing that the girl was confused, Zhao Song was the first to worry. He was already impatient, so he immediately turned back: "Can't you open your eyes and see? Your irresponsible boyfriend is not here! Even if Do you have the ability to take care of it if you stay here?"

Because of his words, Wu Ting's expression flashed a bit of bewilderment, as if she was struggling with her little reason, but soon the fetal movement in her stomach bewitched her heart and made her regain her firmness.

Jingchen obviously also saw her attitude, and waved his hand to stop Zhao Song, who wanted to say something more, with a soothing tone of spring breeze: "I think you can't listen to what we say now, because now you, It's not really you anymore."

"Perhaps you should think about whether a life that can grow in just a few days belongs to the category that humans can conceive."

From anyone's point of view, this is not normal.

But in front of the irrational Wu Ting, although her eyes seemed to be at war between heaven and man, the final answer was not what Jing Chen and the others hoped for.

Wu Ting didn't intend to take away the child, but really wanted to give birth.

After this conversation, her determination was really evident.

The two exchanged glances, left the ward temporarily, and sat down on the bench against the wall outside.

"The key clue of our dungeon this time must be that weird baby, but how to get the baby out is a difficult problem." Jing Chen was mainly worried about endangering Wu Ting's life.

Zhao Song was also highly wary of the baby, and he expressed his conjecture: "It would be better if it could be removed through surgery, but maybe it's not that simple, and if it gets entangled instead..."

After Zhao Song finished speaking, his eyes were glued to Jingchen's backpack, thinking of what Jingchen said before.

"Probably... already entangled. But it can't be purified directly." Jingchen could vaguely guess what Zhao Song wanted to ask, and explained the reason, "The clue will be cut off just like that."

And... I'm afraid that the evil spirit has already entered Wu Ting's body, and it will be integrated into one body, which will cause some bad effects.

"It seems to be like this, so we can only continue to observe?" Zhao Song rubbed his chin and felt a little depressed, "I didn't expect the newly opened dungeon to be like this. I have nothing to do with people who are going to be mothers."

But they didn't say it clearly, but what both of them knew was that it would be best to try through surgery.

It's a pity that Wu Ting's tough attitude told them that this is not easy to handle.

Of course, there is another way, that is to wait for the child to be born smoothly...

Just as the two of them talked about the same thing and stood up to go back to the ward, Di Gong who went to buy food came back with a few bags.

There are a lot of things, including not only the light diet recommended by the doctor for Wu Ting, but also high-end paper bags with the name of the restaurant printed on them.

In fact, Jingchen was also a little hungry. He ate the iron pot fried seasonal vegetables in the school cafeteria for a long time, and he rarely ate outside food.

It's just that maybe there won't be any pure vegetarian food, right?

Zhao Song was the most active about eating, but this enthusiasm did not conceal his fear of Di Gong, and the hand that was stretched out was awkwardly withdrawn.

Di Gong went in first, and when he passed by, he was full of frigidity.

Jingchen entered in the last step, and he was keenly aware of the subtle changes. The tip of his nose could not only smell the alluring aroma of food.

And he could still feel the strange, thin smell of blood emanating from Wu Ting's body, and then disappeared.

Di Gong slowly opened the packaging bag, revealing the food inside.

The top box is very light, just ordinary porridge and bean products, without any fishy smell, so you can imagine who it is for.

Jingchen looked at the thousand sheets of tofu, his Adam's apple rolled up and down secretly, and his already hungry stomach felt even more hungry. This is his favorite food on weekdays.

But Di Gong definitely didn't know, it was probably just a coincidence.

Among the many packaging bags, the most special should be the small cakes packed in cartons printed with cartoon characters.

The exquisite red velvet cake is not big, only about six inches in size, and the weight is not too much.

The small dining board dedicated to Wu Ting's hospital bed has been opened. Leaning on the head of the bed, she looked down at the food in front of her. It was also very light, not much different from Jingchen's.

It's just that most of them are meat. Although they are not spicy and greasy, they are rich in nutrition.

She ate slowly with chopsticks, but her eyes were fixed on the cake, like a dissatisfied wolf.

Girls may prefer to eat desserts.

Jingchen eats Xiangsiwen and has a small appetite. Although he is facing the food he likes to eat, he still puts it down without a few chopsticks.

He originally thought that the red velvet cake was prepared for Wu Ting, so he had no idea at all.

But the man wearing the silver-rimmed glasses put down the book in his hand and stood up, put the cake in front of them, and lightly parted his light lips: "Dessert after dinner, pregnant women need to avoid it."

"Wow! Thank you, teacher!" Zhao Song, who hadn't realized who the person standing in front of him was, was a little surprised. Not to mention Jingchen, even he thought it was a supplement for pregnant women.

He was even thinking, he didn't expect that the teacher who looked so cold and stern had such a... side.

I don't know how to describe it for a while.

Zhao Song's emotions are easily embarrassing, and Jing Chen knows what the other party is thinking without even carefully guessing.

He secretly thought about when to tell the other party that this is not an ordinary teacher, so he doesn't have to be so easily moved.

Jingchen was already full, but he still picked up a knife and cut the cake. Originally, he planned to divide it into three pieces, but Di Gong said that he had no interest.

This should be the reason why I only bought 6 inches, and the weight is just about the same.

Just as he took a small piece with a fork and planned to put it into his mouth, Jing Chen felt a strong and hot gaze, and raised his eyes to meet Wu Ting's.

The other party was still eating, but the full lunch box was almost gone, so it seemed that Wu Ting's appetite had surpassed that of many ordinary women.

There is only a little bit left to eat, which even an adult man can't finish, and he doesn't intend to waste food, so he continues to send it to his mouth.

The hands and mouth are busy, but the attention of the eyes is in Jingchen's hands.

Jing Chen's movements froze, and the original movements stopped, "Aren't you full?"

Facing this sight, he couldn't ignore it.

But Zhao Song seemed to be the opposite of him, he ate very vigorously, and his mouth was covered with red cream.In just a few seconds, he had already eaten most of his share, but unfortunately, the gentle clean dust hadn't even touched a bite.

Jingchen saw that Wu Ting seemed to want to nod, but in the end she abruptly changed to shaking her head, and even she seemed a little puzzled, her voice was slow and dull: "I should be full...but I still feel very hungry , and... the cake looks delicious."

She even forgot that in order to maintain her figure, her previous self would not touch desserts such as cream at all.

She obviously just retracted her eyes, but she still couldn't stop looking at the cake.

It's a pity that I still didn't eat it in the end, after all, I have to listen to the doctor's words.

Clean the dust and clean up the things after eating, such as cake packaging boxes and throw them into the trash can.

Since there were still classes in school, Di Gong went back first.

But Jingchen stayed on smoothly on the grounds of taking care of the pregnant woman who was left unattended.

"Ah, what a pity! If you stay, maybe there will be some clues?" Zhao Song was still complaining before leaving. According to his past behavior style, this kind of lazy thing is of course happy to see it come true.

"When I think I can't see you, I feel a little flustered and miss you very much." These words sound a bit nasty, but he can guarantee that these are his sincere words, without any water in them.

Although we haven't known each other for a long time, Zhao Song is already a competent fan leader of Jing Chen, especially after following Jing Chen to join the Buddhism class and listening to a few classes, he wholeheartedly calls for Jing Chen.

Jingchen wanted to twirl the beads with his hands, but found nothing, and finally changed to tidying up the collar of his shirt naturally: "Gentlemen meet each other, follow the square to be round, and feel at ease everywhere."

Zhao Song thought about this sentence while walking towards the classroom, and the more he thought about it, the more reasonable he felt.

Even in class, I was still thinking about the mage, but then I was worried about another problem...

"The mage stays in the hospital alone, won't there be any accidents?" He muttered to himself, looking at the teacher on the podium, but his eyes were empty.

According to his past experience, the hospital is very dark, and this is obviously a supernatural copy.

I didn't know it at all, I was being cared by another person Jing Chen and others left before I turned back to the ward.

Wu Ting's condition is not bad, and she is very resilient, but she still needs someone to take care of her, and it's not appropriate to leave for too long.

But just as Jing Chen pushed open the door, the scene in front of him made him, who had always been calm, couldn't help raising his eyebrows fiercely.

How can Wu Ting's situation be considered bad?This can get out of bed!

The ward that had been tidied up became a mess again at this time, and the garbage caught by the girls was thrown everywhere.

On the floor, on the sofa, on the hospital bed...

The girl found what she wanted, and was holding it in both hands, sticking out the tip of her long tongue to lick it, eating with relish, the paper box containing the cake was almost wet with her saliva.

And the silver tray was licked clean and thrown aside.

Because of Jingchen's appearance, the girl raised her head quickly, her messy hair looked a bit like a savage, and her eyes were also blank.

But then it turned into a crazy panic, repeating: "It's not me, it's not me, and I don't want to eat...it's him who wants to eat..."

"It's really not me, it's not me..."