Keep a vampire as a pet!

Chapter 8: Taking a Name

Aria's eyes flashed and she withdrew her own hand in a calm and self-effacing manner, keeping a smile on her face, “I have something else to do, I'll be going now.” After saying that, without waiting for Cynthia to open her mouth, she turned around and left, Cynthia looked up only to see her back as she was invited by the nurse into one of the consultation rooms.

“So that girl is Dr. Wang's daughter.”

There were quite a few people who paid attention to Cynthia before, many of them heard the conversation between Cynthia and Aria, and then looked at the office that Aria was walking off to, and understood at once.

Hearing this Cynthia remembered the sign she had just seen in the first floor lobby when she was registering, Dr. Wang was a specialist in pediatrics and the registration money alone was much more expensive. Tightening the medical records in her hands, Cynthia stood to the side with her head hanging down while holding her little kid, ignoring the voices around her.

After waiting for more than two hours, with fewer and fewer people around her, her number was finally called, and Cynthia hurriedly got up from her seat, ignoring her aching arms, and carried her little kid into a consultation room.

“What's wrong?” The doctor asked routinely without looking up.

“Spitting up, I fed him a bowl of milk at lunch and then he threw up, he didn't have much energy after that, he kept sleeping.” Cynthia replied worriedly.

The little brat had been sleeping all afternoon and hadn't moved at all, so I didn't know what was wrong.

The doctor took the stethoscope and pressed a few places on the kid's body and asked a few more questions, which Cynthia answered one by one.

In the end, he didn't diagnose anything wrong with the kid, but just told Cynthia not to feed him too much at once, to eat smaller meals, and to keep him warm.

Cynthia nodded her head and answered, the doctor didn't even prescribe any medicine for Cynthia and let her leave.

Cynthia looked at the little kid who was sleeping soundly buried in her neck, and went home with a sigh.

Raising a child is really too difficult to raise, listening to the doctor's meaning, it is likely that he fed him yogurt in the morning, damaged his intestines and stomach, and at noon there is a one-time to give him a big bowl of milk down, the child's stomach can not hold so much stuff, so the vomiting.

But how much does a child eat? Doesn't he feel full?

Cynthia, who had never brought up a child before, looked sad and felt that the future was dark. Her only hope was that the child would not die, or she would be held criminally liable.

Cynthia hadn't eaten anything all day, so when she got home, she casually ordered herself a bowl of egg noodles, and then began to agonize over the kid's dinner.

Should I make half a bowl of milk, or a quarter.

Putting the sleeping kid on the bed, Cynthia boiled water to make milk for the kid.

Just as she plugged in the kettle, she heard a clattering sound coming from the bedroom. Worried that the little kid would fall off the bed, Cynthia rushed to the bedroom.

Pushing open the bedroom door, Cynthia was stunned by what she saw in the room. If she had been holding the bowl in her hand, it would have fallen to the floor by now.

The sleeping kid had woken up at some point and was now sitting on the bed, surrounded by a swarm of bats, fluttering their wings and slamming into him, occasionally showing their sharp teeth.

Cynthia stayed where she was, wanting to scream at the sight of the swarm of bats as to why they were in her house!

Looking at the little kid surrounded by bats, Cynthia's heart raced and she turned her head and copied the broom placed behind the door, wanting to go up and chase the swarm of bats away.

When she turned around, she realized that she didn't seem to be able to use it at all, the bats that swooped down on the kid were all bounced off by the red light emitted from his body, only that as the bats swooped down like moths to a flame, the red light on the kid's body was getting weaker and weaker.

Cynthia couldn't understand what that layer of light on the Kid was, but she knew that the Kid probably wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

The little brat also knew that his energy was limited and he had to get rid of these annoying things at once, his right arm was covered with a dazzling layer of red light and swung down at the center of the bat pile.

The bats that were hit by the red light flew away and scattered, as if they had encountered something terrible, and a burning odor came from the air.

Cynthia looked at the bats flying at her, gripped the broom in her hand tightly, and swung with both hands in the center! The bat she hit was shot out of the window like a shooting star and disappeared into the dark sky.

Cynthia whistled at her precise hit and peered into the distance with her hand on the cooler, not realizing she had good aim.

The first hit was the door opener, and Cynthia felt great confidence in herself, grinning as she cast her eyes over the other bats.

I don't know if it's Cynthia's illusion, but it seems that the bats have paused for a moment, even their fluttering wings have stopped, look at that, the one that used to be on the ceiling is now almost in mid-air.

Cynthia didn't give a damn, these bats dared to break into her house and try to hurt the little kids, she was going to knock them all out of the air!

Gripping her broom tightly, Cynthia saw one and swung her arm again.

Whew! That one missed.

But Cynthia's action was like a drop of water in hot oil, and the dumb bats instantly boiled over, scrambling toward the window as if they had seen something horrible.

Looking at the much refreshed room, Cynthia put down the broom in her hand and walked quickly to the bedside.

After the bats had all fled, the little brat went down with them.

To Cynthia's concern, his already cool body temperature now seemed to be a few degrees lower, with no heat at all, and his face was frighteningly pale.

Cynthia was worried sick and didn't know what to do but add a blanket to him, thinking to get the warmer out to warm him up later.

Cynthia reached out and poked the kid's face, worry in her voice, “Kid, wake up. Hey, are you okay?” After several pokes, she didn't see any movement from the little person.

Cynthia sighed, she didn't know what was wrong with the little brat, and she was well aware that she couldn't find out anything about this problem of his when he went to the hospital, so now she could only let him rest and hope that he would wake up in the morning.

After feeding the sleeping kid a little milk and taking a shower Cynthia laid down on the bed with the kid in her arms.

Distracted, Cynthia laid down and couldn't sleep, she picked up her cell phone and opened the web page, she wanted to read the news or something, but suddenly when she saw two words, her fingers paused for a moment as she scratched the screen.

Since the kid was going to live with her, she couldn't just keep calling him kid, kid, kid, kid, kid, kid, kid, kid, kid, kid, kid.

Fingers lingered on the screen, fingertips landing on two words, Alan.

The corner of Cynthia's mouth ticked, from now on the little kid will be called Alan.

The name fits a handsome man's temperament ah.