Why it never ends

"Where?"

"Anyway, it's a good place," Eleven replied vaguely, "You just follow me, why would I still harm you?"

After finishing speaking, Eleven fell down beside Hesta again.

Hesta pulled his hand away, "Isn't it hot?"

"Not hot." Eleven replied in a low voice, "I'm going to sleep."

Hesta picked up Eleven's little head, "Go, brush your teeth."

Eleven suddenly opened his eyes, and opened his mouth to bite Hesta's outstretched hand—but Hesta's hand flashed faster, and with a "giggle", Eleven bit nothing.

"Huh?" Hesta couldn't help being surprised, "Why do you still bite when you brush your teeth?"

Eleven didn't understand what Hesta was saying, she made a face at Hesta, got up and ran to the bathroom.

……

Early the next morning, Hesta carried the suitcase and followed Eleven out.

Eleven pulled the sleeve of Hesta's right hand and said as he walked, "Is there any treasure in your box? Why carry it wherever you go, you don't think it's too heavy."

"where to?"

"Just follow me, it's not far, 10 minutes."

After turning around, Eleven took Hesta to a nursing center with bright and clean windows. Hesta couldn't read or write, but judging from the pictures of babies that can be seen everywhere, it should be a place similar to a maternity and child center.

Before entering the door, Hesta pointed to the coffee shop not far away, "Go to breakfast first?"

"Go inside and eat," Eleven pushed Hesta's leg, "Could it be that the wind blows your money?"

Since Hesta appeared at the door, the front desk of the nursing center has been paying attention to her. Seeing her push the door at this moment, the front desk hurriedly stepped forward to open the door for her.

"Hello--"

"We're looking for Dr. Mikhailo!" Eleven said loudly.

"Ah..." The front desk glanced at the time, "It's not yet nine o'clock, and Dr. Mikhailo usually doesn't go to work until 09:30. Are you willing to wait here? I'll make an appointment for a meeting room for you."

"Call him to urge him!" Eleven dissatisfied, "If you make us wait too long, then forget it."

"Okay." The front desk nodded again and again, smiling and leading the way for the two, "Come this way."

Hesta looked around, and through the glass window on the other side, she saw the backyard of the nursing center. Although it is not yet the official working hours of the nursing center, there are already many women in pajamas in the backyard. Holding the child in his arms, they were sitting in a row, basking in the morning sun.

It does seem like a place to take care of kids.

Entering the meeting room, the two just sat down when Eleven asked again, "Do you have an interpreter from the third district here? Find an interpreter, otherwise it will be difficult to talk."

"The third district," the receptionist glanced at Hesta in surprise, "Are you from the third district?"

"Is it weird!" Eleven patted the table and stood up, she was somewhat dissatisfied with the fact that the front desk bypassed her and directly talked to Hesta, "Also, we haven't eaten anything in the morning, you go Bring us some from the cafeteria, my friend has a big appetite, so bring more!"

Facing Eleven's rudeness, the front desk didn't show any grievances, and her expression became even more modest. She nodded repeatedly, smiled and answered "wait a moment" before she backed out.

Through the glass of the conference room, Hesta saw that she began to trot as soon as she went out, as if she was very anxious to do something.This made Hesta's vigilance suddenly rise - although she didn't quite understand the conversation between the two people in front of her, the front desk seemed a little too attentive.

Eleven was quite satisfied with the current situation. She clapped her hands on the table, admiring her majestic appearance against the reflection of the glass.

After a while, two nurses at the front desk brought two sumptuous breakfasts, and they ate it up and down until they poured the last small bowl of porridge into their stomachs before they noticed Hesta Didn't move the chopsticks at all.

"Why don't you eat?" Eleven was quite puzzled, "Aren't you hungry?"

Hesta covered her stomach and shook her head with a complicated expression.

"Do you feel sick to your stomach?"

"I have a sick stomach," repeated Hesta. "I can't eat."

"What's going on?" Eleven patted Hesta's stomach with concern, "You've got a cold, do you want me to cover it for you?"

Hesta shook his head, and was about to answer when he suddenly noticed a figure passing by the window of the nursing center, and quickly pushed open the front door.

It was a middle-aged man who was a little bald, with a pair of square-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a briefcase in his hand.After entering the door, he first chatted with the front desk for a few words, and then quickly turned his eyes to the meeting room, meeting Hesta's eyes.

The man nodded friendly, then walked quickly to his office.

After about a few minutes, he changed into a white coat and came out.

"Sorry, I've been waiting for a long time." The middle-aged man pushed the door open, "Hello, Eleven."

Hesta stared at the man in front of him. He had a pair of light green eyes, he looked about forty, he had short light golden hair, and the forehead lines on his forehead were very heavy.

"Doctor Mikhailo!" Eleven stood up happily, "Let me introduce my friend to you—" Suddenly, Eleven thought of something, and she glanced outside, "I just told the front desk to ask for more An interpreter, my friend is from the third district, and now there is no way to-"

The middle-aged man had already walked up to Hesta, he extended his right hand to Hesta, and said in fluent tri-regional dialect: "Hi, I'm Mikhailo, the pediatric surgeon of 'Villa Nursing Center' ,Nice to meet you."

The voice of the person in front of him was very soft, but his tone was very rich. This slightly exaggerated way of speaking made his professional image more believable to some extent. Hesta stood up slowly, "Hello."

Seeing that Hesta stretched out his left hand, Mikhailo immediately changed his left hand too.

"Shall we talk in another meeting room?" Mikhailo asked, "The smell in this meeting room is too strong."

"Certainly," replied Hesta, "it's troublesome."

Eleven confusedly followed the two out of the meeting room, but Mikhailo didn't explain to her, and Hesta's language level was still unclear for the time being, so she could only endure her curiosity and follow silently.

"You're so tall!" Mikhailo compared the height difference between himself and Hesta with emotion, "Can you tell me your height?"

"It's been a long time since I measured it," Hesta replied casually, "I don't know too well."

"You are from Hesta," Mikhailovin said, "but there seems to be no Hesta people in the third area?"

"Indeed," replied Hesta, "our family moved there later."

"No wonder. Your mother must be a stunning beauty. Your hair color and eye color are very pure." Mikhailo turned around, "Where is your father? Where is he from?"