"I’m just chatting with Louis."
"You’re here?" Mia Ginger’s gaze lingered on the fruit basket, and she sighed, "Didn’t I tell you not to buy anything? We can’t eat much, and in this weather, it’ll spoil."
"I’ll eat it." Louis Cox tore open the plastic bag, took out an apple, smiled, and said, "Peel an apple for , I feel like eating it."
"Can’t you just wash it? Never seen you being this particular."
"Today I feel like eating a peeled one." Without giving her a chance to refuse, Louis Cox shoved the apple and knife into her hands, leaned in with a charming grin, "Miss Ginger, can you peel an apple for , please?"
"I can’t stand you."
Mia Ginger took the apple and knife, walked over to the table, and began peeling.
Louis Cox watched her, his gaze following her slender, fair fingers, tender and adoring, feeling as if his heart was moving back and forth with her actions.
Drawn in, sweetly content.
"Done."
Mia Ginger quickly finished peeling, handed it to him, and went to the bathroom to wash her hands.
Coming out—
Aunt Miller, who had gone to buy food, had returned as well, helping Camilia Davis sit up to eat.
Mia Ginger went outside for so air.
Louis Cox tossed away the apple core and leaned against the railing, staring at her.
Mia Ginger lowered her gaze to the garden below, seeming to think for a while, then softly called out, "Louis."
"I’m here."
Louis Cox responded with enjoynt.
Mia Ginger didn’t lift her head, "Can you help find a gynecologist? A female one."
Louis Cox was taken aback, adjusting his cap to the side, straightened up, and stared at her, "Gynecologist? Sure, but what for?"
"My period is irregular, I want to get it checked out." Mia Ginger said awkwardly.
Louis Cox was dumbfounded again.
When he finally reacted, for so reason, his ears turned red.
He turned around, leaned against the railing, pretending to look down, and said casually, "Alright then, wait while I make a call, I’ll take you there in a bit."
"Thanks." Mia Ginger said.
"Mm." Louis Cox replied in a muffled voice, then got up, ruffled her hair roughly, and turned to make a phone call.
——
At the mont, at the outpatient departnt.
Bob Ginger stood for a long ti in front of the layout map of the lobby, pondered for a while, then headed towards the B District in the northwest direction of the third floor.
Neurosurgery.
It was almost lunchti, and there weren’t many people in the corridor.
He walked in, searched back and forth for a while, and finally stopped a passing nurse to ask, and found the office where Koa Jackson was seeing patients.
He waited a bit at the doorway, and when he saw soone coming out, he quickly slipped in.
The man at the desk glanced at him.
Bob Ginger’s gaze landed on the na tag above the white coat.
Chief Physician: Koa Jackson.
Even though he had prepared himself thoroughly and rehearsed his speech several tis, seeing him for the first ti still made Bob Ginger feel a bit nervous.
He guessed that the man that both Zuri and Mia Ginger were fighting over must be outstanding, but he never expected his looks and deanor to be so extraordinary.
No wonder the talking nurse was so enthusiastic.
Koa Jackson was also looking at him.
The young man was handso and tall, without any registration form.
"What’s up?" Koa Jackson got straight to the point.
"I’m Bob Ginger," Bob Ginger quickly smiled, "You’re Brother Jackson, right? This is our first eting, I specifically ca to find you, is it convenient?"
Koa Jackson raised his wrist to check the ti.
11:50.
"Sit." Koa Jackson gestured with his hand.
"Thank you."
Bob Ginger felt a satisfying sense of being respected, steadied himself, and sat down straight, "I’m here to talk to you about my sister."
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