Chapter 104 Is This the Pigeon You Raised? (Monthly Ticket Requested!)

"You..."

"Master Shifang."

Uchiha Shinji was about to say something, but saw the pharmacist looking behind him and calling him with a gentle smile.

Shinji immediately closed his mouth, and the four magatama in his eyes disappeared, turning into deep black pupils again.

"Doctor, thank you for taking care of this child."

Uchiha Shifang patted Shinji's shoulder, and then showed a stiff smile and looked at the pharmacist and said, "Excuse me, how is the child injured?"

"How is the injury?"

The pharmacist paused and looked at Shinji with a smile, shook his head and smiled at the look he gave him, "Fortunately, except for some excessive blood loss, there is no major problem."

"But I'm not sure if the blood type is compatible, so I didn't dare to give him a blood transfusion casually. Let's wait until we get back and slowly adjust it. "

"Oh, you are a civilian doctor, right?" Sifang seemed to find the pharmacist's fuss a little funny, and said calmly, "The Uchiha bloodline is stronger than you think, and there will not be any serious rejection phenomenon."

After that, he lowered his head to look at Uchiha Shinji who remained silent from beginning to end, and said in a gentle tone: "How do you feel? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

"For example, eyes..."

Looking at Uchiha Sifang's expectant eyes, Shinji lowered his head and shook his head without saying a word.

"Don't worry." The pharmacist beside him also smiled and squinted his eyes to help, "I checked very carefully, there is no problem with his eyes."

"...Is that so?"

Hearing this, Uchiha Shifang's face suddenly showed a trace of disappointment. He sighed in his heart and raised his palm on the other's shoulder, thinking in his heart: "That's right, Shinji's personality is too indifferent, and his talent is not very good."

"There was no sign of opening his eyes until he was eleven years old. Even the poison gas couldn't open his eyes successfully. It seems that there is little hope of opening his eyes in the future."

As the patriarch of the Uchiha clan, he knows this child named Uchiha Shinji.

His mother died of dystocia after giving birth to him, and his father died in the First Ninja World War when he was still young.

In other words, since Shinji began to remember, he has not seen his parents. He is aloof and indifferent by nature, and he has no friends or companions. He is usually alone.

Such a lonely and indifferent young child is an exception in the Uchiha clan, and it left a deep impression on Uchiha Shifang.

After all, without ties and emotions, it is difficult to have emotional fluctuations, and it is difficult to successfully open the eyes.

"No problem, then take good care of your injuries."

Some thoughts flashed in his mind, looking down at Shinji who remained silent, Uchiha Shifang comforted him kindly: "Don't worry about the money, the clan will give some money and food to the injured clan members this time."

"..." Shinji nodded slightly, his tone still indifferent, "Thank you, clan leader."

After Uchiha Shifang walked away, Shinji raised his head slightly, and a trace of indifference flashed in his black pupils.

It seems that the other party's means of winning people's hearts are of no use to him.

"You owe me another favor." The pharmacist smiled and reminded him.

Shinji frowned and asked indifferently: "When can I go home?"

"Go home?" The pharmacist squinted his eyes and smiled, "Yes, I can go now, but I suddenly found that there seems to be something wrong with your eyes. How about I go find someone now..."

As soon as these words came out, Uchiha Shinji's expressionless face twitched and looked up at the woman in front of him. The smile on the other's face seemed to turn into malice in his eyes.

After a long silence, he said expressionlessly: "What do you want?"

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"Oh?"

Looking at the house with many peeling walls, the pharmacist looked at Shinji who opened the door with the key in front of him, and said in surprise: "You are a member of the Uchiha clan, and you live in this kind of place?"

"The village and the Uchiha give a lot of pensions, right? Why don't you rent a better place to live?"

Click!

"It's enough." Shinji pushed open the door and said calmly without looking back, "If you dislike it, even if you take the initiative to cancel the deal, I will not agree to anything else."

After that, he slapped the wall with a familiar slap, and the lights in the room were instantly lit.

"I am a homeless person, it's good to have a place to live, what qualifications do you have to dislike..."

The pharmacist was smiling, but after stepping into the room, the smile on her face froze.

There was only a crackling sound under her feet, and the bottles and jars piled on the ground were kicked away by her.

The house in front of her was not a hygienic and healthy house. The door of the house was full of cans piled up after eating, and the simple furniture in the house was full of sundries and clothes.

"...Ha, haha." The pharmacist smiled dryly and said euphemistically, "The place where you live is full of a strong atmosphere of life."

High EQ, the atmosphere of life.

Low EQ, really sloppy.

However, in a way, the appearance of this room is indeed in line with Shinji's indifferent personality.

"The second bedroom over there will be yours from now on."

Shin Si pointed to the room next to him and said calmly, "I only promised you accommodation, but I won't be responsible for your food and clothing."

After that, he walked to the sofa in the living room where clothes were piled up, and sat on the few remaining spaces on the sofa.

"... Then I have to thank you."

Looking down at the fast food boxes on the floor, the pharmacist felt that the number of times he was speechless today was comparable to his own in a year.

With your way of eating, even if you dare to take responsibility, I dare not eat.

"Very good!" The pharmacist suddenly clapped his hands, and said to himself with a smile on his face, "Then let's clean up the room first, after all, it's where you're going to live in the future!"

Hearing this, Shin Si, who was sitting on the sofa, was stunned for a moment, and turned his head expressionlessly to look at the woman.

The pharmacist did what he said, and his movements were very neat.

"Lift your feet."

She picked up a mop and came to Shin Si, speaking in a matter-of-fact tone, as if she was the owner.

Shinsi also subconsciously raised his feet and watched the pharmacist sweeping around the room.

Less than two hours later, the clean floor could already reflect the sunlight coming in from the window, and the light red halo also reflected a much tidier room.

"Huh!"

The pharmacist reached out and opened the window, turned his head to look at Shinsi in the living room, raised his eyebrows and said, "How do you feel?"

Fresher air rushed into the room, and some dust rose from the ground.

"...What?" Shinsi subconsciously froze for a moment, "What do you feel?"

The pharmacist narrowed his eyes and said in a gentle tone, "Do you have the feeling of 'Ah, it turns out that the room can be so tidy, and it turns out that it's good to have one more person!'?"

Shinsi stared at the woman blankly, and the light red light shone on her side face.

For a moment, Shinsi felt like she was glowing.

It was a very strange feeling, an inexplicable sense of satisfaction and peace of mind, like a beam of light shining in the heart, and the darkness in the heart inexplicably dissipated.

But he soon came to his senses, avoided the other party's teasing eyes, and turned to look out the other window.

But he was surprised to see a snow-white pigeon, who had landed on the edge of the window at some point.

"Coo, coo, coo?"

Seemingly seeing that Shinsi had discovered him, the pigeon tilted its head and looked at him, then spread its wings and flew into the room, fluttering over Shinsi's head.

Shinsi subconsciously followed the white shadow and saw the white pigeon landed on the pharmacist's shoulder, blurting out: "Is this the pigeon you raised?"

The pharmacist was not surprised by the arrival of the white pigeon, and reached out his hand and gently stroked the white pigeon's head.

"Coo, coo, coo~"

The white pigeon also rubbed her palm, with a little more humane enjoyment on its face.

"Yes." The pharmacist took out some feed from his pocket and smiled, "These are the pigeons I raise."

As she spoke, she glanced out the window and saw a white head disappear in an instant, hiding in the tree in an instant.