Sean woke up in a completely strange place. His fever was gone, his brain was in a daze, and his body was weak and tired.

Sean sat up and rubbed his temples, seeming to think of some vague fragments of his memory. He had probably bothered Gene again. Sean raised his head to see around. The bedroom was decorated in a extremely simple and modern style with cold tones in black and white. All sorts of models of sports car and off-road car filled the wall embedded in the glass of the balcony.

It seemed that the doctor was a collector. Sean smiled. He saw the bedroom door was carefully pushed open before he went off the bed. The door opened so strangely that he held his breath in curiosity.

The door only opened a crack at first, and Gene pulled it quite carefully and slowly, not seeing that Sean had sat up. Sean did not know why Gene acted like a thief in his own home.

The next second, a large golden yellow big dog head squeezed in. Gene couldn't bear it again, grinding his teeth in a deep voice: "Max, get out! Go, go, go! Why you're akways so curious! I've been avoiding you like this and you're still coming!"

Sean laughed out loud. The big dog was quite flexible. Its body lunged in after Sean saw its head. A beautiful golden retriever.

Gene was still holding a bowl of porridge in his hand. Seeing that Sean was awake, he felt too deep for tears. "It doesn't bite. It's just a little big. Don't be afraid."

The dog had rushed to Sean already, and then a man and a dog looked at each other stuipidly with the dog shaking its tail excitedly. Sean touched its head, smiling toward Gene: "I don't fear dog. I like animals very much."

Sean sat on the bed on his side. The claws of Max pressed on his snow-white instep.

Gene's color softened up, walking toward Sean and handing over the bowl:"It's the rice porridge. I've cooked it all morning. Eat some. It's not bad."

"Sorry to bother you every day doctor......"

Gene sat beside Sean. And Max lay on the ground like a dog-hair blanket for Gene to step on. Gene's pupils were the same color as those of the golden retriever, gentle and loyal drab. He looked at Sean and shook his head. "How could you be so ceremonious with your friend. Or you never consider me a friend?"

"Nope." Sean shook his head hurriedly and drooped his eyelashes, as if trying to organize his words. "it is not good to bother anyone...... But I'm glad. I haven't made a new friend in a long time."

Gene smiled with satisfaction, urging Sean to take the food and the medicine. "Stay here for a few more days."

After a long pause, Sean quipped with a smile: "Forget it. Personal doctor. It sounds so expensive."

"No one in your family. Is it convenient for you?" Gene's words were somewhat tentative, pretending to be innocuous to mention it.

Sean kept noncommittal, obviously not wanting to talk about too much.

"You can stay here today. Tomorrow I'll take you back to the hospital and you can get your medicine by the way." Gene did not force him then, kicking the fat buttocks of the golden retriever: "Accompany the elder brother and have fun with him."

Sean wanted to cry and laugh: "Doctor, the four catsin my home are waiting to be fed."

Gene thought about it, finding that he did not see any animal at his home. But he still promised: "I'll look for someone to feed them later. It will be bad if you go home and get a fever again. Don't care about it. Have a rest for a while."

Sean could not find a reason to refuse it. Max jumped onto the bed agily, and Gene just ignored it, carrying the bowl and leaving.

There really was a doctor who didn't mind animals and was not obsessive about cleanliness. Max seemed to have been accustomed to be on the bed nest, lying half of his body on Sean's legs. Sean touched its head and ate the millet porridge, feeling warm in his stomach. The bed was soft and the room was warm out of the air conditioner. Sean was somewhat in a daze. How wonderful it would be if one day he and William's home could be like this.

The dog's wet, hot and soft tongue licked the cheeks of Sean. He pushed away the dog's head from him after reacting. His nose was rubbed by its hair so badly that he wanted to sneeze.

After a while, the doctor came back. He was supposed to be off duty this day. He took his mobile phone and came over, lying beside Sean casually, touching the dog and playing with his cell phone.

"I don't have a guest room. It's used as an exercise room. The bed is comfortable."

Gene successfully stopped Sean's question which was almost blurt out with three short sentences. It was not awkward for two men to lie in the same bed, doing their own things.

While Gene was thinking that there could be a few more bones in Max's bowl in the next few meals.