Chapter 659 Flat Chest Is Also a Disease!

Mag rode his bicycle towards the restaurant, thinking about going to Luodu, frowning slightly.

I'm afraid this trip is unavoidable, the most important thing is how to improve safety, so that he must not be recognized as Alex.

The opponent is too strong, if he is recognized now, there is no need for revenge, even his life will be in danger.

"Under the bridge in front of the door, a group of ducks swam past..." Amy sat in the back seat, singing and counting the ducks in a crisp voice, with her hands open and shaking happily, she seemed to be in a good mood.

The ugly duckling was lying in the basket of the car, rolling from left to right, and then from right to left, rolling his eyes, with a look of lovelessness on his face.

"Father, do I sing well?" Amy suddenly interrupted Mag's thinking.

"Ah?" McGonagall froze for a moment, suddenly felt a little sorry, and said with a smile: "Well, Amy sings really well, and my father wants to listen to it again."

"Okay, okay, then I'll sing the little girl picking mushrooms." Amy nodded happily after being praised, and then sang: "The little girl picking mushrooms, with a..."

The crisp singing voice was soft and sweet, and Mag listened quietly, temporarily forgetting all his troubles.

When spending time alone with Amy like this, the little guy can always make his mind peaceful quickly, as if he has found a harbor.

The bicycle stopped outside the restaurant. Mag took Amy and the ugly duckling out of the car, looked at the dark restaurant, and asked a little strangely: "Why don't you turn on the lights? Could it be that Barbara is already asleep?"

"Is Sister Barbara a little pig? She went to bed so early." Amy asked with a smile while hugging the ugly duckling who was still in a dizzy state.

"Maybe." Mag said with a smile, took out the key to open the door, opened the door and was about to go in, but suddenly found a black shadow lying on the door of the restaurant, which could be vaguely seen as a figure.

"Fuck!"

Mag was so frightened that he almost threw the door in his hand. In the dark restaurant, a figure with disheveled hair was lying face down at the door of the restaurant, with one hand forward and pointing in the direction of the door, as if saying : "The murderer is..."

"It's Sister Barbara! What's wrong with her?" Amy squatted on the ground with the ugly duckling in her arms, and asked nervously.

Mag reached out to turn on the light, and it was Barbara lying at the door, with her left hand hanging beside her, and her right index finger stretched out, as if something was written on the ground, her face was pale and motionless.

"Is it a murder scene?"

Looking at this scene, Mag was inexplicably panicked. He quickly bent down and put his finger on Barbara's neck artery. The skin felt slightly cool, but he could still feel a weak pulse, so he was relieved. It's good that he didn't die. . ..

"There's a line here." Amy said, pointing to Barbara's hand.

Mag moved Barbara's hand aside a little, revealing several words written in black carbon ash: "Give me beef skewers..."

And after turning over Barbara's palm, there were traces of black charcoal on the index finger.

"This girl...can't she faint from hunger?" Mag looked at Barbara absurdly. When he went out tonight, he left Barbara's dinner in the incubator, because she seemed to be sleeping. , So I wrote a special note and pasted it at the kitchen door.

"So, Father, what should we do now?" Amy looked at Mag and asked curiously.

"Wake her up first." McGonagall turned Barbara over, then reached out and hugged her.

He is 1.55 meters tall and has a flat chest. He weighs almost nothing in his arms, just like a child.

"System, help me scan her physical condition and find out what's wrong with her body." Mag stopped, stood under the door and said to the system in his heart.

"The host doesn't have permission to diagnose the condition yet, please upgrade as soon as possible..." the system's voice sounded.

"One diagnosis fee is 500 copper coins, do you want to do it?" Mag interrupted the system directly.

"Do it!" The system replied without any pretentiousness.

"Ding! The inspection is complete! 500 copper coins have been deducted! The inspection report has been generated, please check with the host!" Soon, the system's voice sounded again.

McGonagall put Barbara on a table beside her, carefully reviewing the test report in her mind.

Barbara, 5 years old, gender: female; strength: seventh-level space magician. Condition diagnosis: severe hypoglycemia! Severe anemia! Seriously flat chested! The rest of the indicators are normal.

"System, what the hell is wrong with your severe flat chest?" Mag almost thought he was dazzled, and couldn't help complaining.

"According to the principles of modern medicine, severe flat chest is also a female disease. If it cannot be effectively improved, it may have a great impact on women's physiology and psychology." The system said righteously.

"Forget it." Mag rolled his eyes, and didn't bother to continue arguing with the system. Severe hypoglycemia + severe anemia, it's really not easy for a princess to suffer from such a disease.

But now that the illness has been diagnosed, McGonagall has a bottom line in his heart. At least it is not a heart disease, cancer or other incurable diseases. If you add some sugar water and replenish blood later, it should be fine.

Mag went into the kitchen and poured a glass of the Fountain of Life, added two spoonfuls of sugar to it, and then helped Barbara up to feed her to drink slowly.

After a while, Barbara's pale complexion improved obviously, and some blood was regained. Her originally weak breathing gradually accelerated, and her body regained some temperature, and it was no longer cold.

"Hmm... Where is this Your Highness?" Barbara slowly opened her eyes, and said weakly, then her eyes fell on Mag's face, and she was stunned to see the face so close to her. a bit.

Barbara felt her body regain consciousness suddenly, and then felt the warm hands on her back, her eyes widened, her face turned red, and she stood up from the table in a jerk.

As a result, the body that had just regained a little strength swayed, and suddenly fell into Mag's arms, his hands subconsciously wrapped around Mag's neck, and his face was almost pressed against his.

"I said, I just saved you out of humanitarianism. You don't need to throw yourself into my arms like this, do you?" Mag still held the cup in his hand, opened his hands, looked at his neck, and almost brought his face to him. Barbara on his face was a little helpless.

For this kind of child who hasn't started raising children, he really can't arouse any interest in that aspect.

Barbara panicked, and subconsciously let go of her hands, then rubbed her face against Mag's chest all the way down, snapped, and knelt down in front of Mag.

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