The group pet is three and a half years old: the tyrant's little milk rabbit is cute

Chapter 344
As the pavilion master said, he got up and made way for him.

Doctor He wears a silver mask that can cover the upper half of his face. The mask can well hide his emotions.

After taking the pulse of the white dodder, he said softly, "Master, the child has a fever. I will write a prescription later, and she will be fine after taking the medicine."

Talking to the doctor, the slender big hand fell on the smooth forehead of the white dodder.

In a daze, Bai Tutu felt the big cold hand on her forehead, which made her feel very comfortable.

She raised her little hand subconsciously, and hugged Dr. He's hand with her two little hands, rubbing her small face against his big hand.

Dr. He was obviously stunned for a moment, and looked at the Pavilion Master in a state of bewilderment.

Seeing this scene, the pavilion master seemed to be jealous, and stretched out his hand to pull Baitutu's little hand, hoping that Baitutu would hold his hand.

But the white dodder tightly held the doctor's hand with two small hands and refused to let go.

Obviously she was still in a daze with her eyes closed, but she rubbed and rubbed comfortably holding Doctor He's hand.

She completely disdains the pavilion master's equally cold hand.

The pavilion master just stretched out his hand and put it next to Bai Tutu's small head, a little embarrassed.

Dr. He wanted to withdraw his hand so that the pavilion master would not be so embarrassed, but Bai Tutu was holding his hand, so it was really difficult for him to withdraw.

So he just stretched out his hand like this.

The pavilion master withdrew his hand indifferently, as long as he was not embarrassed, it would be someone else who was embarrassed.

The two of them just stood in front of the bed and looked at the white dodder.

Until the white dodder seemed to be asleep, Doctor He tentatively tried to retract his hand.

But Bai Tutu seemed to know his intentions, so he hugged him tightly and wouldn't let go.

She even muttered, "Brother, brother, hug Tuer."

The small appearance of the powder carved jade made the hearts of the pavilion master and the doctor almost melt.

"Doctor He, please give her a hug."

The pavilion master looked at the little milk dumpling who was still acting like a baby in his sleep, and curled up his fingers.

Doctor He hesitated for a moment, but still hugged the white dodder in his arms.

The white dodder lay on Dr. He's shoulder, sniffing with her small nose, and then in her sleep, big drops of tears fell down her face.

While whimpering, he muttered, "Brother, woo woo, brother, you're alright"

Listening to the sound of the weeping little milk of the white tutu, Dr. He felt a little distressed for some reason.

His big, well-articulated hands gently patted the back of the white dodder to coax her.

"Stop crying, brother is fine."

"Well, it's good that brother is fine."

The white dodder mumbled in a crying voice, and soon fell asleep.

The look of Bai Tutu's attachment to the doctor made the pavilion master standing beside him envious.

When the white dodder fell asleep, Dr. He gently placed the white dodder on the bed.

Then he wrote the prescription and asked people to get the medicine and boil it.

Only the white dodder, the pavilion master and the doctor were left in the room.

From time to time, the pavilion master noticed that Bai Tutu was sweating again on her forehead, so he took out a handkerchief to wipe her.

Doctor He looked at the pavilion master's expression of concern for the white dodder.

I can't help but be a little curious about the origin of the white dodder.

"My lord, did this child come here today?"

As a doctor, Doctor He's status in the Nether Pavilion is second only to the Pavilion Master.

So what he wants to know, he can ask the Pavilion Master directly.

As long as it's not something he shouldn't know
(End of this chapter)