Barry lowered his head and clicked to save on his phone very seriously.

He looked up and found that Wen was looking at him.

Maybe because he was used to seeing it, Barry also found many places on Wen's face that were not like bats. The first thing was that Wen was too weak.

It is a weakness that is completely displayed in the details.

Her standing posture was straight, but she showed more obvious pathological paleness and thinness.

Her cheeks were thin red, and on her pale skin, the thin red also looked extremely bright.

...It seems something is wrong?

Barry quickly touched Wen's forehead with his super speed, and was scared by the hot touch: "You, you have a fever!"

Do the bat's cubs actually have fevers too?!

Don’t those little ghosts lively even if their legs are broken?

Why does this bat cub get sick?

Could it be that this is a single bat cub?

"Hmm?" Wen said in confusion, "Is that true?"

Wow, how did you know that she has a fever? It is unlikely to be visually tested! No matter how you think about it, you have to have physical contact to confirm it!

Super speed is good. If you do something quietly, you won’t be discovered. Damn she also wants to have super speed and can secretly molest others!

But if she had super powers... to be honest, she would be embarrassed not to be a super power. After all, that was super power. Her conscience was really unbearable if she was just used to steal things.

But Wen doesn't want to be a super English, what's wrong with ordinary people? Although ordinary people have many crises, they are definitely happier than super English.

"Of course! You have a fever, a high fever!" Barry almost collapsed, "Did you, don't you feel it yourself?"

"...My body is not very good," basically there is no time to feel comfortable, this ragged body.

Wen felt a little guilty, mainly because he was embarrassed to scare the Flash: "So it's actually about the same for me."

Wendy's body was very ragged, but Wendy's ballet danced well.

How much effort did she put in?

——I don’t work hard.

No, you have worked very hard for a salted fish like me.

——I am very talented, that’s all. Ballet requires excellent physical conditions, high requirements for body shape, muscles, and bones, and I am completely satisfied. I shouldn’t even be so fragile, I…

Wendy's anger was so strong and suddenly that she came to an abrupt end in half, but Wen could always understand what she hadn't finished.

Wendy wanted to say, but I was ruined by psychological problems.

A little sadness suddenly surged in Wen Wu's heartless mind, but this emotion was so thin, just like the dew in the early morning, it disappeared in a short while.

Barry made a quick decision: "I'll buy you some medicine."

"No, there is a doctor I'm familiar with in the nearby private hospital." Wen said softly, "Can you send me there, Barry?"

Of course, it is absolutely possible. Barry agreed without saying a word, and on the excuse that Wen had stopped nearby, his car was parked nearby - in fact, he found a car in New York, pried open the lock, pushed it to the intersection, and drove over in a fake manner.

"Come on." Barry stared at Wen worriedly, "Do you want me to support you?"

"You want." Wen stood there without moving.

Barry jumped out of the car quickly and nervously stretched out his arm to signal Wen Wan: "What's wrong? Is it so uncomfortable? Are you still standing firm?"

Wen slowly sat in the passenger seat with Barry's help: "I stand firm...I want you to support me."

——Because of some special appearance, Barry is actually not easy to get started. Are you sure you will challenge the difficult start?

I treat him as a friend!

——There is no contradiction between being a friend and having him.

For me, there is! No, and I can't say that there is. I think it is acceptable to start with friends and slowly transform into a relationship between a boyfriend and girlfriend.

But what you say is not good! You scumbag!

——I just try my best to bring happiness to the boys and girls who love me and I love too. After all, I have thick hair, you know.

Wen was convinced, but she decided to keep her attitude.

When Barry was driving, he would quietly glance at Wen from time to time. The bat cubs remained quiet from beginning to end, and their breathing and heartbeat were almost unaudible.

...Bat, it is unlikely that he will raise his cub like this, right? It shouldn't be.

The cubs he adopted were obviously very slim.

Bats have never been a girl as an assistant, and those girls are also very strong, completely different from Wen.

Barry was so nervous, Barry was so scared, Barry was almost scared to death.

If something happened to Wen while he was around him... Bats didn't have to get angry, Barry would have felt guilty to commit suicide.

In fact, to be honest, Barry is not particularly afraid of bats. Although the gaze from Batman is frightening, as long as you are big enough, you can ignore it perfectly. The same is true for the small revenge afterwards. As a colleague, Bats cannot be too overdoing it.

Barry is happy to ignore it!

But if something happened to Wen really, Bat's reaction...why should it be too late for him to write a will and epitaph for himself now?

Time flies very slowly. Barry looked at Wen almost every one or two seconds to make sure she was still alive. He was really afraid that Wen would die suddenly halfway. It wasn't him exaggerating. He knew that his reaction was indeed quite exaggerating sometimes, but this time it wasn't.

Wen, she looked like she was so weak that she might fall to the ground and stop breathing at any time.

After rushing through several red lights for several crazily, the private hospital finally arrived. The security guard looked at Barry vigilantly, but when he saw Wen, who was helped out from the car, his eyes relaxed.

He opened the access control directly.

Barry: "…you often come here?"

Why is he not surprised at all that Wenhe is familiar with the hospital? It feels too normal, it is not normal if he is not familiar with it.

Wen didn't know, how did she know if Wendy came often.

But it seemed, and she felt it was, so she said, "...right."

A short while after they entered the door, a doctor came. He was a very serious woman. He was about fifty years old and his silver-white hair was neatly combed and tied into a bun behind his head.

"Wendy," she said, looking at Barry with a picky look before turning to Wen, "You haven't been here for several days, I'm just trying to make a call. Are your medicines enough?"

It turns out that the box of medicine was provided by you.

"It's enough," said Wen.

She let go of Barry and walked towards the doctor, not sure what attitude she should treat the other party. However, the doctor was not surprised by her coldness, but said skillfully: "Do you have a fever again?"

...The word "典" is very subtle.

Without waiting for Wen to answer, she continued, "I won't have a good meal yet."

Is this "re-an" a little higher?

Wendy, you don’t eat well? Although I eat junk food, I have three meals a day!

"Come with me, draw blood first for routine," she turned around, "I'll give you a delivery list after the blood routine, and you can book the food you want in these stores. Your tongue is too picky, which is not good for your health."

Wen was not picky at all when eating herself. She knew that what she had was not delicious, but she could swallow it even if it was not delicious.

She agreed: "Okay, thank you doctor."

Before the blood was drawn, she felt very strong uneasy. Wow Wendy, she said deep down, are you actually afraid of getting an injection? But I am a coward. I thought I was so timid, so you would be a brave young lady?

Wendy didn't respond, she was deep in her consciousness.

It seemed like I was deliberately hiding.

Wen sat in front of the doctor, but the other party looked at her in confusion and said, "The bed is in the room."

Wendy, do you still have to lie on the bed if you get an injection? It’s so surprising!

She went to the small room behind the isolation curtain, lay down on the hospital bed, pulled up her cuffs to expose her arms, the doctor walked in with the tool, wiped and disinfected, took out the syringe, and the sharp needle flashed with a sharp silver light.

Wen began to panic.

She obeyed her cowards without hesitation and turned her head away from watching the blood draw process. After the slight sting, the needle was taken out and the doctor pressed the cotton ball to stop the bleeding.

Wen turned around and said, "I can..." pressing the cotton.

Before she finished speaking, she saw the blood of the small tube of blood placed on the table by the doctor.

The blood is thick and black.

She suddenly felt a strong dizziness, and the world in her eyes turned into blurry color blocks, and her control over her body seemed to be deprived. Wen wanted to take a deep breath, but only felt her lungs frustrated. She wanted to speak, but her lips were tightly stuck together.

The doctor quickly noticed her abnormality, but regarded it as the norm.

She pressed the wound calmly until she was sure that the wound would no longer bleed, and then she took out a cute band patch from the drawer to cover Wen's wound.

Barry was circling outside the door uneasy, trying to rush in and take a look, but he knew that he could not help at all.

The doctor stopped him: "Sir?"

"Hmm?" Barry quickly turned around, "What do I need to do?"
To be continued...