Mia is Not a Trouble-Maker! Chapter 555: Go to the Hospital to Check Your Brain

Chapter 555: Go to the Hospital to Check Your Brain

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The next day, Mrs. Walton took Harper, Amelia, and William to the hospital. Emma was discovered by her father that she had not done her homework all day and was not allowed to go out. Amelia saw her grandmother take Harper to the hospital and said that she wanted to follow. William saw Amelia go and naturally followed. Lucas wanted to follow, but he didn’t want to appear too clingy and embarra.s.sing to his sister.

Amelia climbed onto the chair and poked half her head above Lucas’s book. “Brother Lucas, are you going?”

Lucas’s face was blank, uninterested. “Boring.”

Amelia pouted. “Alright, let’s go. Be obedient at home.”

Lucas was speechless. Obedient? Did she think he was like them? Childish.

Lucas endured it and did not move. He only put down the book when the engine of Amelia’s car disappeared. He craned his neck slightly to take a look.

Seven’s voice sounded from behind. “You want to go? If you want to go, just say it. If you don’t say it, how would I know you want to go?”

Lucas turned around and stared at Seven. Just now, Grandma said that she couldn’t bring Seven to the hospital, but… Mia liked this parrot so much that she definitely wanted to bring it there, right? Forget it, he would reluctantly send it to her. After all, his father said that he had to take care of his sister more. He listened to his father.

Seven saw that Lucas was staring at it and flapped his wings. “Although you’re staring at me sincerely, you still have to tell me what you want. If you don’t tell me, I won’t give it to you. Now, I’ll count to three. Do you want to…”

Seven was a chatterbox parrot. Once it opened its mouth, it couldn’t stop nagging.

Lucas grabbed Seven by the neck and said expressionlessly, “Noisy.”

Seven: “Caw caw caw caw! Let go of me! Help! Help! Abducting parrots!”

Lucas couldn’t take it anymore and changed directions. He grabbed Seven’s wings, and Seven couldn’t take it anymore. “Bad guy! What’s so good about bullying a parrot! If you have the ability, fight my master one-on-one!”

Lucas went to Amelia’s room, picked up the pet backpack, and stuffed Seven inside,

Seven: “…” He cursed.

Lucas was about to leave when Seven shouted at the top of his voice again,

“Wait, don’t just take me away. My good brother too!”

Coincidentally, Grandpa Turtle crawled out from under the table with a piece of seaweed in his mouth. Lucas took a look and picked it up before putting it into the pet backpack.

Grandpa Turtle: “???” It was just taking a walk!

In the neurology department of the hospital.

Mrs. Walton didn’t go to a private hospital. Instead, she chose Andrew’s public hospital. She had a lot of time, and she preferred doctors in public hospitals, unlike doctors in private hospitals who were too utilitarian. Finally, it was her turn. Mrs. Walton led Harper, Amelia, and William into the consulting room.

The doctor was stunned. “Who’s here to see the doctor?”

Mrs. Walton called out to Harper and pushed him into a chair. “It’s this grandson of mine.”

Harper, who was sitting in the chair: “???”

There was a sign on the doctor’s desk. On it was the doctor’s name and t.i.tle. There was also a department: Pediatric Neurology Department.

Wait, pediatric neurology? To treat him?! Harper looked up in surprise.

Mrs. Walton was saying, “When my grandson was more than two years old, he fell from the balcony on the second floor. At that time, we were not at home, so he climbed back on his own. None of us knew. Now that he’s grown up, his reactions are getting slower and slower. Doctor, take a look. Is there a problem with the fall?”

Mrs. Walton looked worried. It was impossible not to blame herself. Whatever their reasons in the past, it was a given that they had neglected Harper’s growth.

The doctor looked at Harper and said, “Here, stick out your tongue and let me take a look. Ah…

Harper:

The doctor held the cotton swab and said patiently, “Come, open your mouth.

Harper: “???”    What was that? Why was he here to see a doctor if he wasn’t sick!

Harper pursed his lips and his face was very ugly. He stood up and was about to leave, Today, even if his father came and broke his leg, he would not be treated as a patient!

Just as Harper was about to stand up, two soft hands suddenly reached out from the side. Amelia hugged Harper and patted the chair. “Brother, sit down quickly. Be good. The doctor asked you to open your mouth, not get up.”

Harper paused and looked down at Amelia. She looked concerned and worried.

She hugged him tightly, as if she was afraid he would run away. Her big eyes were full of worry..