Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

“What is this about? I can’t understand,” Ferne asked as he walked out with a report in his hand.

Noah took over the report and read it. He did not understand too because there was so much jargon.

“Where is Collin?” Ferne asked, “Hasn’t he finished his blood test?”

“He could have gone rest after that. Let’s consult the other doctors,” Noah said as he put away the report.

“That works too.” Ferne followed.

They had to register again. Looking at Ferne who was operating the machine with one hand, Noah took out his vibrating phone and answered, “Hello…”

It was Christy. She heard that Noah was back and wanted to invite him for dinner.

Noah nodded and said a few words. Ferne didn’t catch that. He only knew that it was a female voice. When he saw Noah returning with a hint of a smile on his face. He asked suspiciously, “Who was that?”

Noah picked up the registration form printed from the machine and looked at it. Then he looked at Ferne and asked, “Proctology department? Do you have hemorrhoids?”

Ferne, “…”

Just now, he was thinking about who Noah was talking to, so he didn’t focus on it. He did not expect that he chose the proctology department.

Of course, he would not admit that he had accidentally chosen it to eavesdrop on Noah’s call. He coughed lightly and made some sort of feeble excuse, “This doctor’s name is good.”

Noah looked down at the name of the expert on the registration list, “Zimbalist.”

deep breath and said, “Forget it. I was not myself.

said that it was caused by sticky glue, but he agreed with it. Fuck. If I said that it was stained

the tone of the doctor. The driver laughed and asked him what

centimeters away from me, and I was holding the single-pronged halberd…” Ferne said to the driver, trying to show a distance between him and the

dramatic, but the driver listened with relish. Sometimes, the driver was shocked by his words. They chatted all the way. When Noah and Ferne got off

addition to his silver tongue, people close to him would be infected by his enthusiasm. They all liked him. Before getting off of the car, the driver

Ferne paid and touched his lips. He had talked too much and was a

from a fruit stall, weighed it, and asked the stall owner to give him a spoon. Then, with a strike, the watermelon was split into two. He handed one to Ferne and then carried

spoonful. It

know which watermelon tastes good? I knock and hear each one as I pick it out. But every time the watermelon I buy is either overripe or raw. It tastes terrible…” Ferne dug a spoonful and brought it to Noah’s mouth. He said, “Have a taste. This one

out a spoonful of red pulp inside and then brought it to Noah’s

finally realized where they were. People were coming and

the spoon in his hand was

bad.” Noah loosened his hand after eating and continued

hand. After a while, a smile appeared on his face. “Pick two more melons for me later. I can give

“No problem,” Noah answered.

When he saw vegetables he wanted to eat, he pointed at them. He was like a young master. Of

in his hand in a hurry. He spared one hand to help him. The knuckles of his right hand

hospital? I was just asking. I

Noah paused for a

Ferne, “…”

answered a call. However, he

heard a woman’s