Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse Chapter 681 - 677: What is the Doctor’s Name?

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"Xiao Lei, do you rember what the doctor’s na was?" After listening to Xiao Lei’s statent, Yan Jinsu imdiately thought: Could it be Dr. Xiong’s group again? She glanced at her husband and asked the child softly.

"Sister, they didn’t ntion the doctor’s na. Although I was only awake for about two minutes, they probably didn’t suspect at all, and they ntioned ’the doctor’ twice, but they never ntioned any na."

Upon hearing his sister’s question, Xiao Lei recalled with earnest after thinking for two minutes.

Xie Jingchen furrowed his brows, yet his large hand soothingly patted his young wife’s shoulder to comfort her.

What Xiao Lei didn’t say was that, having grown up with Uncle Fatty and Uncle Shou, he had developed so resistance to particular dications related to the body. Moreover, having undergone physical training since childhood under the guidance of Uncle Fatty and Uncle Shou, his body was much stronger than ordinary people, which is why the drug wore off faster.

This exceeded the kidnappers’ expectations, giving him a chance to overhear so of their covert conversations; otherwise, he might have really slept to death.

Unfortunately, as they had to send Little Ya and Uncle Shou away first, they had to keep him ’asleep’ to facilitate their actions.

"Sister, I vaguely rember, when I was carried off the car by the bad guy, he was the shortest, um, about as tall as Uncle Xie’s neck. I was on his shoulders—oh, and I happened to see, one of the n had a black mole the size of a one cent coin on the back of his hand, covered with a lot of black hair."

Hu Zhengjie had been holding a bowl of bone soup and listened to Xiao Lei’s narrative while taking notes with a pen.

"Xiao Lei, can you rember the facial features of the person?" Xie Jingchen asked tentatively.

Because he grew up next to Pang Qiao, he felt that Xiao Lei was not an ordinary child and must have his strengths.

"I can." Xiao Lei nodded, he had learned simple sketching from Uncle Shou.

He might not be able to draw intricate details, but he could sketch the rough features of the face based on his mory, although at that ti his vision was like looking through a thin mist: "Sister, my eyes were blurry then, I might not have seen the features very clearly, I can only roughly sketch an outline."

"Xiao Lei, you’ve already done great, have so soup first and think more, then draw later." Yan Jinsu softly praised him; in the face of danger, the child was first to morize unique traits, which was already very impressive.

After all, he was just a twelve-year-old boy, not much more than a pre-teen.

Thinking that the criminal’s initial action targeted Little Ya, Yan Jinsu’s thoughts beca sowhat grim: What kind of person would target a child first?

Could it be that there’s sothing special about Little Ya’s identity? Does Xiao Lei know the real reason?

Various thoughts flashed through Yan Jinsu’s mind as she comforted the children while seeking to find a reasonable loophole.

Sister Gui had already gone to the front yard to get so paper; taking this opportunity, Yan Jinsu let Xiao Lei have so hot soup to warm up.

Feeling the care from his big sister Yan Jinsu, Xiao Lei sniffled and held back his tears, holding the steaming bowl in his hands. Only when he slowly took a sip did his tears ’plop’ into the soup.

"Xiao Lei..." Yan Jinsu saw this and felt very distressed.

"Uh, sister, when Xiao Lei thinks about being able to drink hot bone broth, while Little Ya and Uncle Shou’s lives are uncertain, my heart feels so uncomfortable!"

Seeing the adolescent boy holding the soup bowl, scared, with endless tears in his big eyes, Yan Jinsu’s heart ached. Seeing her husband sigh quietly, he deftly took the scalding bowl from Xiao Lei’s hands, and then she carefully embraced the boy, comforting him:

"Xiao Lei, be good. Little Ya and Uncle Shou will be fine. Trust your Uncle Xie; he will definitely do his utmost to rescue them. Don’t cry, Xiao Lei, you are the strongest."

When Xiao Lei was held against his sister’s belly, his tear-stained face looked a little dazed. Only then did he rember that what Uncle Xie said about his sister being pregnant was not a lie!

Now, already a big child, when Yan Jinsu held him in her arms, feeling the warmth and finally regaining his composure, he obediently nodded with a soft "hm" in agreent.

If even Uncle Xie couldn’t rescue Little Ya and Uncle Shou, he didn’t know who else to turn to for help.

Xiao Lei wondered if Uncle Fatty had received any secret ssages from his friends. Now, all Xiao Lei could do was hope Uncle Xie would be effective.

Xiao Lei silently nodded; with a bit of consideration, he hugged his sister for about two or three minutes, then sensibly let her go, taking the soup passed by Uncle Xie.

The soup wasn’t too hot now. Under everyone’s caring gazes, Xiao Lei drank it spoonful by spoonful until finished, just when Sister Gui brought over the needed paper and pen.

Xie Jingzi and her husband, along with Wang Chuni, heard the sounds from inside and refrained from disturbing Xie Jingchen’s work, and after Xiaojiu and Xiao Shi fell asleep, Wang Chuni tactfully left as well.

Xie Jingzi, who had been on a train since early morning, was genuinely tired; while soothing Little Shier, she nearly lulled herself to sleep. Zhou Zhenghui saw this and secretly chuckled several tis.

It teased Xie Jingzi into retreating into a corner, and wrapping up with Little Shi and Xiaojiu, she ignored him and slept.

In the hall, after Xiao Lei drank a full bowl of hot soup and had also eaten dry tossed noodles in the hospital to fill his stomach, his spirit was rejuvenated. After carefully recalling and brewing for a while, he swiftly grabbed the charcoal to draw.

He started with Big Head, whose eyes were not big, but due to a black mole on the eye corner, it made the man’s eyes look smaller by contrast. His eyebrows were not thick, swiftly drawn with just a few strokes, a big head with wide ears and a thick mouth, but his nose was very prominent. Most notably, on the right side of his hand was a black mole which Xiao Lei drew very vividly.

His clothes were a common black-gray cotton padded jacket with oversized black linings, but his feet wore a pair of leather shoes, an oddly mismatching sight that made one want to laugh.

"Uncle, this bad guy was the last one I saw, because I was carried, I really couldn’t estimate his height, but definitely not over one ter eighty. Moreover, his body flab looked like Uncle Fatty’s, but not as solid, it’s more like fatty flesh."

His own Uncle Fatty was tall and imposing, also strong, having carried him, yet it differed from his eye-level at that ti. Furthermore, despite Uncle Fatty appearing obese, his body was extrely solid with muscles.

Lifting him felt like there was a wrench wedged on his sternum, bones harshly impacting, unlike the bad man, whose shoulders felt squishy.

"Xiao Lei, can you figure out how many bad guys there were at the ti?" Hu Zhengjie, holding the drawings of the criminals, looked at the child and asked.