Ansel's eyelids have been twitching recently, and he feels like he has some problems.

The first question is...why is he in the hospital? Shouldn't he sleep soundly in his warm little bed? What's going on?

The handsome boy looked cautiously like a furry animal. Carlisle stood in front of the window and observed him for a while, but finally pushed the door open with a kind smile, and unexpectedly found that the boy looked at him with a vigilant look.

"You you you you...Who are you?!"

"Swoosh" and pulled the white sheet covered with the smell of disinfectant to her chin. Ans widened her eyes and tried to scan the young man in front of her with an x-ray look that looked very friendly, very warm and oily, with a bit of vicissitudes of life.

What the little guy said was... Chinese? Carlisle raised his eyebrows in surprise. Since he only speaks Chinese, how did he fall into Italy?

"Hey?!" Ans looked at the man in front of him and picked up the syringe. The strange liquid rolled in the syringe and suddenly panicked. In this dilapidated hospital, this strange man, could he fainted from the medicine and then kidnapped the kidneys?!

"Go away, go away! I'll call the police!" Ans moved to the foot of the bed tremblingly, "Brother, you look pretty, how could you do such an illegal job? Don't think I'm easy to bully, ah-!"

Although he had learned Chinese, Carlisle still made Carlisle hear the words with tremolo, but he found that when he was holding the syringe and walking towards the little guy, the poor boy actually started screaming, which made Carlisle confused about himself. He just wanted to give him an injection...

Ans looked at the man in front of him and showed his charming smile again, saying: "#￥%#￥..."

I don't understand...but it seemed like I was staring at the man with a fierce look, which made the man a little panicked. Ans gradually became bolder. Is this guy really a doctor? The man in front of him made a gesture of calmness to himself, approaching him, and preparing to insert the syringe into his arm.

Ans suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled it hard. The needle was rotated 180° and hit Carlisle as a vampire. His extremely hard skin was broken with a "pop"...

Ans was stunned, Carlisle didn't know how to react.

Just as Carlisle was thinking about how to use gestures to explain such a complex phenomenon, Ans suddenly jumped off the bed, opened the curtains, looked at the buildings in front of him that were obviously not of the 21st century but had a distinct European style, and turned to look at him, and his body stiffened.

Carlisle looked at the boy in front of him and asked in stiff English:

“How many years are it now?”

Really worn, really worn.

Two days later, Ans sat in the yard holding an Italian novel, sighing.

There was no sunshine in the sky, and it was filled with haze. It was almost raining, but my leg was injured. Now I could only stay in the chair and wait for Carlisle to carry him back.

Since learning that this was in 1870, Ans has refused to talk to others except Carlisle. The arrogant little Ans hummed in his heart. They are more than a hundred different, and their thinking for more than a hundred years cannot reach the same level! But Carlisle is different. Carlisle is gentle and patient. In addition to working so much every day, he also teaches him to learn Italian in English. Although this is difficult, it is also very effective. Ans has now used freedom in basic English and Italian has also been involved in it at the beginning.

"Ans." The body was picked up, and Ans habitually buried his head in the arms of the gentle elder, "Carlisle, you are so busy every day."

"There's no way." The gentle blonde man smiled and shook his head, "What, are you bored?"

"Not boring." The world around is very novel. Although it is just a small yard, there are always many nurses walking around with people who look strange. Their language, dress, even habits and expressions seem strange to Ans, but he doesn't know that in the eyes of others, he is also strange.

In the eyes of other nurses, this young man was handsome, with an oriental face. His nose was high and his eyes were like obsidian. He was always surrounded by gentle ripples. He had porcelain white skin and his whole body was as moist as oriental porcelain. He was such a charming beauty.

It turns out that no matter what era, handsome men are popular, especially when two handsome men always stay together.

Ans was stuffed into the quilt by Carlisle and continued his daily study time.

After reading a long paragraph, Carlisle touched Ans' head as if touching some cute little animal: "It's very late, it's time to go to bed."

"Well." Ans was a good baby and never joked about his health, so he got into the quilt, followed the blonde doctor's words, and tried to make himself sleep.

"What do you need to pull the bell?" Carlisle pointed to the bell at the head of the bed, "I'll come."

"I understand." The obedient look of the black-haired oriental boy made people feel protective. Carlisle smiled and then walked out of the ward.

Convex! Ans made a middle finger in his heart. In a dilapidated and ancient hospital without computers and LCD TVs, should he do hair if he doesn't sleep? Is it a machine? The Lun family is a good child, what traces are left in the quilt? How can I explain to Carlisle tomorrow? Hospitals and other things are really inconvenient.

Rolling around in the quilt, Ans rubbed his eyes and looked at the dark night outside.

Suddenly, a figure flashed by, and the fiery red hair danced softly in the air, and disappeared in a flash.

Ah! Ans widened his eyes and tightened his eyes tightly in the quilt, his face full of magnitude. Ancient Europe and the like, it’s so annoying! Female ghost! Carlisle comes and protect me!

The night was already deep, and the blonde doctor stood in the dark night, waiting.

"Carlisle."

The crisp sound was soft and charming, and the fiery red hair was loosely spread on his shoulders. The woman who appeared quietly in the night was like the stunning beauty Helen in Greek mythology. Her deep red eyes were facing the doctor, spreading a hint of ambiguous temptation in the air.

"Heidi." Carlisle nodded, but his expression was still gentle and he was not surprised by her arrival.

The woman named Heidi had a perfect smile on the corner of her lips, and her slender figure was looming under her clothes. She walked around the hospital courtyard and sneered, as if she was very mocking about the environment here: "Carlisle, are you willing to stay here or come to Volturi? Italy is not a rainy place. Here, you will be exposed sooner or later. Even Arrow will punish you by the law of vampire."

Carlisle didn't answer, his golden hair flew in the night wind.

"For your new patient? That oriental boy named Ansel?" Heidi narrowed his eyes and walked around Carlisle. "It seems that it is him. That little guy tastes very sweet. Are you not a vegetarian?"

Carlisle looked straight at Heidi with golden eyes, but his tone was not at all nervous: "What."

"It's okay. When I came to see you just now, the little guy seemed to have discovered me." Heidi picked up a strand of hair and put it on the corner of her mouth, with a cynical smile on her face, "What a cute little guy. If I were discovered, I had to suck him dry."

"Heidi, don't mess around." Carlisle's expression became cold. Only at this time can the vicissitudes of life that have been alive for two centuries, "You clearly did it on purpose."

"Yo." Heidi sneered, her tempting gesture revealed.

But the two heard the subtle footsteps coming from the corridor.

"Carlisle, Aro has issued an ultimatum. If you don't come, no one can save you when you violate the vampire law." Heidi looked at the dark corridor, "and also think about your little patient. He knows what you are, what expression will he have?" Heidi glanced at Carlisle and disappeared into the night.

Carlisle sighed. Although his body had been transformed by venom, he felt unprecedented fatigue.

"Carlisle?" A slight voice came, and Ans stood at the end of the corridor with his snow-white sleeves and looked at him. He was so thin that he was only left with a handful of bones. Although the boy's skin was porcelain white, his face was pale. "I saw a ghost... you weren't there either rattle."

"It's okay." Carlisle comforted the boy in his arms.

"Yeah." Ans's hair was curled up, looking particularly cute, and a smile flashed in Carlisle's eyes.

After comforting the frightened little animal, Carlisle walked out of the ward and looked at the night sky.
Chapter completed!