"Where?"
"It's a good place anyway," Eleven replied vaguely, "Just follow me. Will I still harm you?"
After saying that, Eleven fell down next to Hesta again.
Hesta pulled her hand away, "Isn't it hot?"
"It's not hot." Eleven replied in a low voice, "I'm going to sleep."
Hesta picked up Eleven's little head and said, "Go, brush your teeth."
Eleven suddenly opened his eyes, opened his mouth and bit Hestad's outstretched hand - however, Hestad's hand flashed faster, and with a "giggle" sound, Eleven's bite was empty.
"Huh?" Hesta couldn't help but be surprised, "Why are you biting when I ask you to 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 her suitcase and followed Eleven out.
Eleven pulled the sleeve of Hesta's right hand and said as he walked, "Do you have any treasures in your box? Why don't you carry it wherever you go? It's not too heavy for you."
"where to?"
"Just follow me. It's not far, twenty minutes."
After a lot of twists and turns, Eleven took Hesta to a nursing center with clear windows. Hesta didn't know the text, but judging from the pictures of babies everywhere, it should be a place similar to a maternal and child center.
Before entering, Hesta pointed to the cafe in the corner not far away, "Let's go have breakfast first?"
"Just go inside and eat," Eleven pushed Hesta's leg, "Did your money come from the strong wind?"
The front desk of the nursing center had been paying attention to Hesta since she appeared at the door. Seeing her push the door, the front desk hurriedly stepped forward to open the door for her.
"Hello--"
"Let's find Dr. Mihailo!" Eleven shouted.
"Ah..." The front desk glanced at the time, "It's not yet nine o'clock yet. Dr. Mihailo usually doesn't go to work until nine-thirty. Are you willing to wait here? I'll make an appointment for you in a conference room."
"You call him to urge him!" Eleven said dissatisfied, "If we wait too long, forget it."
"Okay." The receptionist nodded repeatedly, smiling and guiding the two of them, "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 was not the official working hours of the nursing center yet, there were already many women in pajamas in the backyard. With children in their arms, they were sitting in a row, basking in the morning sun.
It does appear to be a place to take care of children.
Entering the conference room, as soon as the two of them sat down, Eleven spoke again, "Do you have a translator from the third district here? Find an interpreter, otherwise it will be difficult to talk."
"The Third District," the receptionist glanced at Hesta with some surprise, "Are you from the Third District?"
"Isn't it weird!" Eleven stood up and patted the table. 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, please bring more!"
Facing Eleven's rudeness, the receptionist didn't feel any resentment at all. Her expression even became more humble. She nodded repeatedly, smiled and said "wait a moment" before exiting.
Through the glass of the conference room, Hesta saw her starting 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 receptionist seemed a bit too affectionate.
Eleven was quite satisfied with the current situation. She clapped her hands on the table and admired her majestic appearance in the reflection of the glass.
After a while, the front desk brought two nurses with them and brought two sumptuous breakfasts. Eleven ate in a hurry. It was not until he poured the last small bowl of porridge into his stomach that he noticed Hesta beside him. He didn't move his chopsticks at all.
"Why don't you eat?" Eleven was puzzled, "Aren't you hungry?"
Hesta covered her stomach and shook her head with a complicated expression.
"Are you feeling sick to your stomach?"
"I feel sick to my stomach," Hesta repeated. "I can't eat."
"What's going on?" Eleven touched Hesta's belly with concern, "You have a cold. Do you want me to cover you?"
Hesta shook her head and was about to answer when she suddenly noticed a figure hurriedly passing by the window of the nursing center and quickly opened the main door here.
It was a middle-aged man who was already somewhat balding, with a pair of square-framed gold-rimmed glasses on his nose and a briefcase in his hand. After entering the door, he first chatted with the front desk for a few words, then quickly turned his eyes to the conference room and met Hesta's eyes.
The man nodded friendly and walked quickly to his office.
After about a few minutes, he changed into a white coat and came out.
"Sorry for the long wait." The middle-aged man pushed open the door and said, "Hello, Eleven."
Hesta stared at the man in front of him. He had a pair of light green eyes, looked to be in his early forties, had short light blond hair, and had very heavy wrinkles on his forehead.
"Doctor Mihailo!" Eleven stood up happily, "Let me introduce you to my friend -" Suddenly, Eleven thought of something, and she glanced outside, "I just told the front desk that I would like more A translator, this friend of mine is from District 3, and there’s nothing I can do now—”
The middle-aged man had already walked up to Hesta. He stretched out his right hand to Hesta and spoke in fluent District Three: "Hello, I am Mihailo, a pediatric surgeon at the Vera Care 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 credible to a certain extent. Hesta stood up slowly and said, "Hello."
Seeing Hesta extending his left hand, Mihailo immediately changed his left hand.
"Shall we change to another conference room to chat?" Mihailo asked, "The smell in this conference room is too strong."
"Of course," Hesta replied, "Trouble."
Eleven followed the two people out of the conference room in confusion. Mihailo did not explain to her. Hesta's language level was not yet clear enough to explain, so she could only endure her curiosity and follow silently.
"You are so tall!" Mihailo compared the height difference between himself and Hesta with emotion, "Can you tell me your height?"
"I haven't measured it for a long time," Hesta replied casually, "I'm not sure."
"You are a Hestad," Mihailov said warmly, "but there seems to be no gathering place for Hestads in the third district?"
"Indeed," Hesta replied, "our family moved there later."
"No wonder. Your mother must be a stunning beauty. Your hair color and eye color are very pure." Mihailo turned back, "Where is your father? Where is he from?"
