The Reincarnation Of The Emperor

Do you know him...?

Strict control of one of the French military soldiers, it is very difficult to penetrate the opponent. Seen from the top of the building next to the hospital an eye from the allied forces was looking for the whereabouts of the man who was lying weakly in the hospital bed. The sound of a heart-detecting machine, still attached to the chest of the man who is still protected status.

"Darling, I'll go home first. It's morning, you're here. Our bread will be produced in a few minutes, the shop will also have to be opened," Pierre embraced Anelle.

Anelle rubbed her husband's face gently, "yes, go home. Be careful, don't let us fall here. Anyway I'll look after our son until he's human by order of the General Herald Tribune."

Pierre nodded, he left the treatment room. Before, those sad eyes were staring at the beloved son, "getting conscious, son, I love you so much."

Anelle just embraces her husband's affection, not wanting to be dissolved in grief, "I love you Pierre."

Pierre turned around, kissed Anelle's forehead, "I love you too."

Pierre left the hospital at a rapid pace. Without making small talk with the hospital who bowed respect to him. A stern, yet handsome face showed that he was a calm father figure.

It didn't take long, Pierre arrived at his bakery. All employees work according to the procedures they have agreed upon. The tired face was clearly visible because his eyes were only staring in one direction.

"Sir, are you okay?" Leonal Pierre's confidant approached his employer.

Pierre nodded, "yes, I'm fine. Looks like just a lack of sleep, tired of looking after my son."

Leonal understood, he helped Pierre prepare all the production ingredients for their bakery.

A few hours into their usual activities, a young adult entered Pierre's bakery. Pointed all his orders, without much talk. His eyes were fixed on Pierre who was sitting limp in the corner of the room.

"How much is everything?" ask the grown man to Leonal.

"All 85 euros, sir," Leonal replied politely.

An adult man dressed in a military uniform bearing the insignia of a foreign country gives the money, without expecting to wait for his change.

"Thank you, sir, for your visit" Leonal gave his order.

The adult man received the order from Pierre's bakery, with a curious feeling. The cold face immediately conversed a little familiarly with Leonal.

"How did you guys develop this bakery, doesn't it look lonely?" The man opened the paper bag Leonal gave him.

Leonal just smiled faintly, "we already have a special subscription Master, some hotels ordered bread to us and they became the best subscription all along."

Hearing Leonal's explanation, the man grew more enthusiastic about listening to Pierre's employee's story.

"Does the old man have a son?" The man asked full of questions.

Leonal simply smiled, "see his son Sir," Leonal's reply made the man before him reluctant to ask again.

"All right, I'm sorry. Your bread is delicious. I hope to be the best subscription here" he passed by leaving Pierre's bakery.

The most delicious bakery in the city of Marseille which is the second largest city in France and has a mix of residents and diverse cultures, is stunning for those who choose to settle there. Pierre chose to leave Leonal, to rest on the floor of the most comfortable place for the middle-aged man with his family.

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While in the VIP treatment room of the famous and best hospital in the city of Marseille, Pierre and Anelle's favorite son began to move his hands back.

Anelle as the son's birth mother, approaches him, "Mommy here baby, wake up son, Mami misses you."

"Hmmmm," his son tried to open his eyes.

Anelle looked at the handsome face of the beloved son, "hold dear, Mami here. Mommy call the doctor. You have to hold on," he kissed the back of his only child's hand.

Anelle grabbed the main button, which was not too far from the head of the French military's son, "Doctor, my son was aware. Please come here soon."

Anelle continued to stare fixedly and gently rubbed the tears that flowed from the corner of the favorite son's eyes, "slowly slow down, open your eyes. Doctor Patrick will check on you, baby."

The tears of Anelle's happiness flowed without her noticing, seeing her only son struggling to open his eyes even though it was bruised and impossible.

Doctor Patrick and one of the female nurses entered the room hurriedly, "how is Madam, is your son awake?"

Patrick enlists his escort nurse to conduct further checks, trying to save the owner of the military's biggest secret to protect their country.

"Madam, we're going to do a little action, it might hurt your son a little, I beg you, just sit on the couch" Patrick asked Anelle not to see what they were going to do.

Anelle retreated, a little worried, hearing the actions they were going to do to her son, "Jesus, save my son. I'm begging you."

Sure enough, Patrick had a lot of blood frozen in his chest so that the handsome man could breathe with relief, "give me two bags of O-negative blood transfusions, right away!"

Solenne does Patrick's orders swiftly, warms the blood that has been prepared, takes a syringe to penetrate the pulse of a handsome man in front of him. Slowly the beautiful nurse stabbed a syringe in the burly arm of the international military forces, without fear.

"Aaaaaaaagh," at once the man's bruised eyes opened and stared intently at the girl who had stuck a syringe on her pulse.

Solenne is still doing her job to do quick action, so that the man can breathe normally, "hold on Master, hold on."

Instantly Solenne's soft hand was brushed off from the touch of her sturdy hand, "do not touch me," her grimace with lips still clenched.

Patrick immediately gave a sedative injection so that the military forces did not fight, because of the feeling of pain.

Without a meaningful resistance, the sons of Anelle and Pierre floated back, their lips chirping in all the names that were not so clear.

"Daniel, Da-Da-Daniel, where's Solenne!" his lips were getting louder to make a sound.

Patrick stared at Solenne, "do you know her Miss?"

Solenne quickly shook her head, continuing her work, as Doctor Patrick ordered, "I've only seen her for two days. I don't know who he is and why his condition can be this severe."

Patrick nodded in understanding, "whether he was in a tremendous shock, with the pounding blow his opponent gave him. Just look, five bullets were lodged in his body, but he was able to withstand the hot lead. If I were him, I would probably be dead on the spot."

Solenne only smiled faintly at Patrick's words, interrupted by pumping thick blood on the athletic man's body, "hopefully after this, he can be conscious and can interact with both parents."

Anelle heard a voice from behind the curtains of her son's room, just agreeing with all the words of the nurse and the doctor who handled her son.

"May my son be well, after this" Anelle prayed in her heart.

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