Meg rode his bicycle toward the restaurant with furrowed brows as he contemplated his trip to Rodu.
This trip was most likely unavoidable, so the most important thing was to increase his safety. He definitely couldn't be recognized as Alex.
His opponent was too powerful, and if he were to be recognized, he wouldn't even be able to keep his life, let alone take revenge.
"Under the bridge in front of the door, a flock of ducks swam past …" Amy sat on the back seat, and sang the song of counting ducks in her crisp voice. She was waving her arms happily, and seemed to be in a very good mood.
Ugly Duckling was lying in the basket of the bicycle, rolling from left to right, and then from right to left again. Its eyes were rolled up, and it wore a forlorn expression.
"Father, did I sing well?" Amy suddenly interrupted Meg's train of thought.
"Huh?" Meg faltered momentarily before suddenly feeling a little apologetic. He smiled, and said, "Yes, Amy sang very well. Father wants to hear another song."
"Alright, alright. Then I'll sing 'The Little Girl Who Picks Mushrooms'." Amy nodded happily after being praised. Then, she began to sing, "The Little Girl Who Picks Mushrooms, Carrying a …"
Her crisp voice was a little soft and pleasant to the ear. Meg listened quietly, and temporarily cast all of his worries to the back of his mind.
Spending time alone with Amy like this always gave him peace of mind very quickly. It was as if he had found a safe harbor.
The bicycle stopped outside the restaurant, and Meg carried Amy and Ugly Duckling off the bicycle. He looked around at the pitch-black restaurant, and was a little perplexed as he asked, "Why aren't the lights on? Could it be that Barbara is already asleep? "
"Is Big Sister Barbara a little piggy? Why is she sleeping so early? "Amy asked with a smile as she carried the dizzy Ugly Duckling in her arms.
"Maybe." Meg smiled as he pulled out his keys to open the door. He was just about to open the door when he suddenly discovered a black shadow lying in front of the restaurant. It was a human figure.
"F * ck!"
Meg was so scared that he almost threw the door in his hand. In the dark restaurant, a figure with disheveled hair was lying face down at the entrance of the restaurant. One of his hands was pointing in the direction of the door as if to say, "The murderer is …"
"It's Sister Barbara! What happened to her? "Amy crouched down with Ugly Duckling in her arms, and asked anxiously.
Meg reached out and turned on the light. It was Barbara lying at the door. Her left hand was hanging by her side, and her right index finger was stretched out. She seemed to be writing something on the ground. Her face was pale and she was motionless.
"A murder scene?"
Meg was also inexplicably panicked when he saw this scene. He quickly bent down and placed his fingers on Barbara's neck artery. Her skin was slightly cold to the touch, but he could still feel a weak pulse. Only then did he heave a sigh of relief. It was good that she wasn't dead.
"There's a line of words here," Amy said, pointing at Barbara's hand.
Meg moved Barbara's hand slightly to the side, revealing a line of words written in black charcoal ash: "Give me beef kebabs …"
After turning Barbara's hand over, he discovered that there were traces of charcoal ash left on her index finger.
"This girl … didn't faint from hunger, did she?" Meg looked at Barbara with a perplexed expression. He had left dinner for Barbara in the incubator before he went out tonight. She seemed to be sleeping, so he wrote a note and stuck it on the kitchen door.
"Then, Father, what should we do now?" Amy looked at Meg with curiosity in her eyes.
"Let's wake her up first." Meg turned Barbara over before picking her up in his arms.
She was 1.55 meters tall and flat-chested, so she was almost weightless in his arms, just like a small child.
"System, help me scan her body and find out what's wrong with her body," Meg said to the system in his mind as he stopped in front of the door.
"The host doesn't have the authority to conduct a medical diagnosis at the moment, please ascend to …" The system's voice sounded.
"Five hundred copper coins per diagnosis, do you want to do it or not?" Meg interrupted the system.
"Do it!" The system's reply wasn't pretentious in the slightest.
"Ding! Examination complete! Five hundred copper coins have been deducted! The examination report has been generated, please check it! "The system's voice soon sounded again.
Mag placed Babla on a table at the side, and began to carefully read through the test report in his mind.
Barbara, 15 years old, Gender: Female, Strength: Seventh-tier spatial magician. Diagnosis: Severe hypoglycemia! Severe anemia! Severe flat-chested! All other indicators normal.
"System, what the hell is this severe flat-chested illness of yours?" Meg almost thought that his eyes were playing tricks on him, and couldn't help but complain.
"According to modern medical principles, severe flat-chested illness is also a female illness. If it can't be effectively improved, it may cause a great impact on a female's physiology and psychology," the system said righteously.
"You're good at bullshitting." Meg rolled his eyes, and couldn't be bothered to continue arguing with the system. Severe hypoglycemia and severe anemia, it really wasn't easy for a princess to develop such an illness.
However, since the diagnosis had been completed, Meg had an idea in his heart. At least it wasn't some heart disease, cancer, or any other incurable illness. She should be fine after drinking some sugar water and replenishing her blood.
Meg went into the kitchen to pour a cup of Spring of Life and added two spoonfuls of sugar. He then helped Barbara up and slowly fed her.
After a while, Barbara's pale face visibly improved, and some color returned to her face. Her originally weak breathing also gradually quickened, and her body regained some temperature, and was no longer cold.
"Ugh … Where am I?" Barbara slowly opened her eyes, and spoke in a weak voice. Then, her gaze fell on Meg's face, and she was momentarily stunned when she saw his face so close to hers.
Barbara suddenly felt that her body had regained its senses, and then she felt a pair of warm hands on her back. Her eyes widened, and her face reddened, and she stood up from the table with a whoosh.
However, her body, which had just recovered a bit of strength, swayed, and she lost her balance and fell into Meg's arms. Her hands subconsciously wrapped around Meg's neck, and her face was almost pressed against his.
"I said, I'm just saving you out of humanitarianism. You don't have to throw yourself into my arms like this, do you?" Meg was still holding the cup in his hand, and his arms were spread open as he looked at Barbara, who had her arms around his neck, and was almost pressing her face against his.
He really couldn't arouse the slightest interest in this kind of child who hadn't even started puberty.
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