Huayu: I Have a Doraemon

Chapter 96 Mailing (Please continue reading)

The next day, early in the morning.

Yu Dandan opened her eyes and stretched comfortably.

She stared at the ceiling for two seconds and suddenly realized that she hadn't been woken up even once by coughing all night!

I haven't felt this way in so many years.

She threw back the covers, slipped into her slippers, and instinctively grabbed the bedside table for support as she stood up.

I reached out my hand and realized that I didn't actually need to hold on.

My back doesn't ache, my legs aren't weak, and the suffocating feeling that used to weigh on my chest has disappeared.

Yu Dandan stood by the bed for two seconds, and the corners of her mouth slowly turned up.

The sounds of pots and pans clattering could already be heard from the kitchen.

She followed the sound and went outside, finding Gao Yong slumped on the sofa, looking exhausted. She asked, "Didn't you sleep well?"

Gao Yong raised his head and looked at her with a resentful expression.

Didn't sleep well? He didn't sleep at all!

He stared at his mother's radiant face, his feelings a complex mix:

After consuming the unregulated product, I was able to sleep soundly until dawn, and my complexion improved significantly.

What an outrageous mental fortitude, and what an outrageous drug effect!

Gao Yong rubbed his temples and forced himself to say, "Let's go to the hospital for a blood test and some other check-ups."

As an intellectual, he firmly believed that everything could be explained rationally, and even if the medicine was effective, it must be within the scope of scientific explanation.

Upon hearing this, Yu Dandan's eyebrows shot up: "I finally felt better, and you're going to send me to the hospital? Do you have any conscience at all!"

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Gao Yong was speechless for a moment, wondering if this was what he had just meant.

With a click, the bedroom door opened.

Gao Yuanyuan walked out of the corridor, her hair still loose and hanging down her shoulders.

She spotted her mother standing in the middle of the living room, paused slightly, and quickly walked over, her gaze sweeping over her mother's face: "How are you feeling? Is there anything bothering you?"

Yu Dandan raised her arm, making a gesture to show off her biceps, although her arm was so thin that there was hardly any muscle to show: "Very good, I feel twenty years younger."

Gao Yuanyuan finally let out the breath she had been holding all night, and her shoulders relaxed a bit.

She smiled and said, "Let's go to the hospital for a follow-up check-up later. If I'm really better, I'll call to thank Lin An."

Yu Dandan thought for a moment and nodded, saying, "You're right, we really should thank them properly."

Gao Yuanyuan's lips curled up almost imperceptibly as she turned and went back to her room to change her clothes.

Yu Dandan looked at her son excitedly: "After we get back from the hospital, let's go shopping at the mall. I want some new clothes."

The air pollution in the capital is severe, and she also suffers from respiratory illnesses, so she hasn't been able to go shopping properly for more than a decade.

Now that she's in much better health, she's determined to make up for all the days she's lost!

Gao Yong's cheek twitched slightly, and he turned his face away, not wanting to pay attention to her.

He said he wouldn't go to the hospital, but Yuanyuan said he would. I've never seen such double standards.

This home is better left behind!

No. 88, Xicheng Tulu Road.

After washing up, Lin An casually dried himself off with a towel and went down the stairs to the first floor.

The newspaper was spread out on the folding table in the rest area, and next to it were several steaming hot char siu buns in a plastic bag.

Doraemon sat at the table, holding a steamed bun in his round hand, taking small bites.

Lin An sat down opposite him, reached into the plastic bag and pulled out a char siu bao, took a bite, and then pulled the newspaper over with his other hand and opened it.

The 51st Berlin International Film Festival has begun...

Several experts criticized Zhao Benshan's skit "Selling Crutches".

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Jet Li refused to film "The Matrix Reloaded".

As Lin An scanned through the headlines one by one, he flipped through two pages but found no information about the production team of "My Life".

He closed the newspaper and put it on the table: "It seems Zhang Guoli doesn't suspect his son's injury was caused by someone. You're lucky."

Doraemon said expressionlessly, "The invisibility potion can even block thermal imaging. With the reconnaissance technology of your era, there was no way you could have detected it."

Feelings are crimes committed after careful consideration... Lin An's lips twitched, feeling a strange sense of guilt for leading children astray.

This blue robot cat in front of me was a character in the original story who would nag about cheating on exams for ages, but now he can analyze criminal investigation techniques with me without batting an eye.

It's definitely not his problem!

Lin An picked up the newspaper again and turned to the other side: "That's true, but you haven't been going out much lately either."

He said, "It's better to be safe than sorry. My accelerated bone recovery before attracted attention. Although it's highly likely that no one remembers it now, the continuous occurrence of supernatural events around me always arouses suspicion."

Doraemon hummed in agreement, realizing he had acted impulsively at the time.

Seeing his sullen expression, Lin An said impatiently, "So what if I took away your dorayaki-making machine? Look at you!"

He rolled his eyes and said, "You think I wanted to keep that huge thing? It's all because you have no self-control! If the machine stays with you, the house will become a rat's den!"

Doraemon pouted, his lips twitching as if he wanted to retort, but he didn't dare.

Seeing that he was being obedient, Lin An stopped there and asked, "What are you planning to do today?"

Doraemon dreamed for a moment and said, "I need to go to your house and retrieve the computer with the website system installed."

Lin An raised an eyebrow and asked, "Aren't you afraid of hamsters anymore?"

Doraemon was silent for two seconds, took a deep breath, and said with a look of grim determination, "Anyway, it's in the cage, I just need to not look at it."

Lin An silently lit a candle for him. "Then I'll ask about things in America too. I wonder how the lawyer search is going."

Doraemon had no objections.

After finishing their meal, the person and the cat went their separate ways.

Lin An took his laptop to the living room and plugged it into the phone line. After a series of dial tones and a buzzing sound, the network was connected.

He logged into QQ, and as soon as the icon lit up, the familiar coughing sound rang out.

[Hyacinth: Are you there?]

[Hyacinth: I've found a lawyer!]

[Hyacinth: An international law firm on Greenview Street with cross-border internet services; very professional!]

The message was sent two days ago, and the string of exclamation marks conveyed a sense of excitement and eagerness to claim credit, even through the screen.

Lin An's lips curled up, and his fingers tapped twice on the keyboard.

[The fish is done: Thank you for your hard work]

The message was sent and received a reply almost instantly:

Hyacinth: Why did it take you so long to reply!

[The fish is done: I also have other jobs.]

[Hyacinth: Aren't you 18?]

So what if I'm 18? Can't an 18-year-old support themselves? Lin An muttered to himself, then typed:

[The fish is done: Give me your lawyer's phone number and your bank account number.]

After finishing the fight, Lin An was stunned.

The girl across the street is underage; where would she get a bank account?

So he quickly typed:

[The fish is finished: If you don't have any, you can give some to your parents.]

The chat window remained silent for a long time. Just when Lin An thought the other party had left, a new message popped up below.

[Hyacinth: I'll give you an address; please mail the money to me.]