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Because he had to wait for news, he couldn't leave for a while. So, Ozawa Keihei went back to the car to rest, while Nakamura Masahiro and Kubo Shiori entered the container.

The sky was already dark, and because the moonlight was blocked, the container was pitch black, and it felt like thick ink when you couldn't see your fingers.

The surroundings were very quiet, and the world seemed to have become quiet. There was no noise at all. It seemed that even the sound of the heartbeat could be clearly felt.

Nakamura Masahiro was lying on the canopy bed, his open mouth was slowly closing, his eyes were slightly squinted, and the whole person was unconsciously empty.

"Onii-chan...."

Suddenly, the little girl's soft voice sounded. Then there was a slight rustling sound, which seemed a bit abrupt in the already silent environment.

"What's wrong?"

Nakamura Masahiro came to his senses and asked curiously. Although he couldn't see the little girl's actions, he guessed that Kubo Shiori must have gotten out of bed.

Sure enough, a pair of soft little hands soon reached into the quilt covering Nakamura Masahiro, and then firmly grabbed Nakamura Masahiro's wrist.

Originally, Nakamura Masahiro exuded a warm atmosphere and was warm under the quilt. When he was caught by the little girl's cold catkin, the coldness that hit him instantly made Nakamura Masahiro shiver.

"Onii-chan, are you leaving?"

There was a deep sense of disappointment in his soft tone. Although the surroundings were dark, Nakamura Masahiro could vaguely see a figure standing beside the bed.

"Are you going to leave me here alone?"

"Correction, I didn't leave you here alone."

Listening to Kubo Shiori's plaintive words, Nakamura Masahiro felt an inexplicable feeling of being a betrayed person who always gave up. He was so frightened that he coughed twice and interrupted the little girl.

"I have asked Ozawa Keihei-san to contact your family. Once we have the exact information, you can just wait here to reunite with your family."

"Onii-chan, but, I'm afraid..."

"There is nothing to be afraid of. You are safe here. I will ask the person in charge here to take care of you."

Nakamura Masahiro held the little girl's cold catkins with his backhand and squeezed them subconsciously. They were soft and slender, as delicate as a flower.

"It shouldn't take long before your family comes to reunite with you."

Although the exact location of Kubo Shiori's family is unknown, if they all stay in a safe area, they will not be too far away.

As soon as there is news about the little girl, her family will definitely rush over and it probably won't take more than a few days.

"Onii-chan, you..."

With a tone full of hesitation and entanglement, the little girl whispered: "Can you not leave?"

"How could I not leave...there are still many things waiting for me to go back and deal with."

Amused by the little girl's words, Nakamura Masahiro reached out to find Kubo Shiori's little head through the faintly visible outline of his figure, and rubbed it lovingly.

"As for you, don't worry...if there is a chance in the future, we will meet again."

"Really?"

Kubo Shiori's little hands subconsciously clenched a little tighter, and there was some worry in his expectant tone.

"Onii-chan, will we meet again?"

Although the little girl is not old, Kubo Fumiori is already more mature than those of her peers who are still in a state of ignorance.

She could understand what Masahiro Nakamura meant. On the surface, he was saying that he would meet again if there was a chance, but in fact, he was comforting her.

"Definitely."

The palm of his hand slid down smoothly, and Nakamura Masahiro pinched Kubo Shiori's delicate little face, which felt smooth to the touch.

In the dark night, Nakamura Masahiro couldn't see Kubo Shiori's appearance clearly, but feeling the hotness of the little girl's cheek, his heart tightened and he suddenly became vigilant.

This temperature is a bit abnormal. Could it be that I caught a cold and had a fever?

With such speculation in his mind, Nakamura Masahiro's palm subconsciously moved up, and placed his palm tightly on the little girl's forehead, feeling whether the body temperature was normal.

The bad premonition was confirmed. Although it was not sure whether Kubo Fumiori really had a fever, the temperature on the little girl's forehead was obviously a bit high.

"Oo-chan, do you have a fever?"

After asking, Nakamura Masahiro opened the quilt covering his body and sat upright. He put his palm to the little girl's forehead again for confirmation.

"Um?"

There was a squeaking sound, and the little girl's reaction was a little slow, giving the impression that she was a little confused.

"Wait me a moment."

The scalding temperature on her forehead was a bit alarming. Nakamura Masahiro estimated that the little girl really had a fever, but he didn't know the specific cause.

Was it because the temperature at night was too low that he caught a cold? Was it because the quilt was not covered properly? Or was it because Shiori Kubo used cold water in the shower and got cold?

Thousands of thoughts were rushing through Nakamura Masahiro's mind. He fumbled to find his coat, and then put it on smoothly.

He turned around and pulled the quilt off the bed, and then wrapped it around the little girl's body, as if he was making rice dumplings.

"Let's go, I'll take you to a doctor to take a look."

Hugging Kubo Fumiori at the waist, Nakamura Masahiro exerted strength on his waist and abdomen, and picked up the little girl wrapped in quilt while shaking.

With his fingertips, he opened the seemingly empty door of the container, and Masahiro Nakamura walked out quickly. With the dim light, he searched for medical staff in the camp.

The management's living area is not large, with about twenty containers scattered around, and some large or small solid-color tents mixed in among them.

After walking around for almost two times, Nakamura Masahiro finally found the container with the medical sign on it. The lights were on there, and there were vague figures flashing past.

The little girl in her arms was squinting her eyes in a daze and mumbling something, giving her a fragile and fragile feeling.

The anxiety in his heart became more and more irritable. As soon as Nakamura Masahiro's long legs stepped into the container, he saw the medical staff who were resting and hurriedly greeted them.

"Doctor, please take a look..."

"What's wrong?"

Seeing the tightly wrapped little girl, the doctor quickly stood up, walked forward and took a brief look, and asked Masahiro Nakamura.

"I have a fever, my body temperature seems to be a bit high."

Touching Kubo Shiori's forehead with his palm, the doctor immediately came to a conclusion. The nurse on the side had already brought a thermometer and skillfully put it into the little girl's armpit.

"Be careful. It's best not to catch a cold or get sick... Nowadays, supplies are relatively scarce and there are not many medicines. Once you get sick, it will be very troublesome."

While waiting for the temperature measurement results, the doctor kept giving instructions to Nakamura Masahiro. It's not that the doctor talks too much, but it's that the conditions in the gathering area are very poor and it's difficult to guarantee safety.

In terms of daily necessities, we can barely make do, but in terms of medicine, we are really in short supply. Apart from the equipment and medicines we originally brought, we have not replenished them.

Although the management of the gathering area is slowly getting on the right track, the first choice for material supply is various daily necessities such as food and drink, and the tight logistics capacity cannot provide everything.

Medicines are indeed needed, but in the eyes of the management organizing the rescue, they are obviously not as important as food and other things.

After all, if you get sick for a while, you will definitely not die immediately. But if you starve for two days, a lot of people will fall in the camp.

If we exaggerate a little more, the victims in the gathering area may even riot, and then the consequences and impact will be much more serious.

"Remember to wear more clothes. If you can avoid taking a shower, try not to take a shower. There is no hot water here in the camp. If you are not careful, you will easily catch a cold. If you get sick, it will be quite troublesome."

Regarding the doctor's endless preaching, Nakamura Masahiro wisely chose to remain silent: in the doctor's professional field, it is best not to try to argue.

The nurse standing behind him showed an awkward but polite smile to Nakamura Masahiro. Obviously, the doctor's behavior was not the first time.

Although patients come here to seek medical treatment and are willing to listen to the doctor's advice, if there are too many such advice, it will be depressing.

"Hey, 38°7, the fever is quite severe."

The nurse took out the thermometer, held it in front of her and looked at the value carefully, and suddenly made a sound of extreme surprise.

"38°7?"

Hearing the nurse's words, the doctor was also quite surprised. He raised his hand to take the thermometer and took a careful look at it, with the same surprise.

"This fever is a bit severe... Go check and see if there are any anti-fever medicine. Give her some fever-reducing medicine first."

"Doctor, should Ou-chan be fine?"

After adjusting the quilt wrapped around the little girl, Nakamura Masahiro looked at Kubo Shiori's dazed look and asked the doctor in a low voice.

According to Masahiro Nakamura, colds and fevers are not a big problem. As long as you take medicine and take a good rest, you can recover quickly.

However, cognition is cognition. With a professional doctor in front of him, Nakamura Masahiro certainly believes in the professionalism of the doctor.

"It's not a big problem...but the temperature measured by the thermometer is a bit high."

After thinking for a moment with a serious face, the doctor looked at the little girl who was still confused, and said to Masahiro Nakamura with some hesitation: "If you take the medicine and the temperature drops, it will be fine... But if the temperature cannot drop, then you will have to

Find a way to transfer her to the hospital."

"Fortunately, I still have some antipyretic medicine. I hope her temperature can be lowered after taking it..."

The nurse walked over quickly with pills and a water glass. She gestured to Nakamura Masahiro and asked him to cooperate.

"Lift her head a little and open her mouth a little."

"Trouble...Arigado."

With thanks in his mouth, Nakamura Masahiro propped up the little girl's body. Following the nurse's request, he opened Kubo Shiori's mouth a little.

The little girl opened her eyes in a daze, looked at Masahiro Nakamura, and then glanced at the nurse holding the pill between her fingers, and then opened her mouth in response.