Is Mr. Ling doing well today?

On the rest day, the mild morning sun shines into the apartment.Liang Zhao woke up from a light sleep, reached out to touch the cell phone next to the pillow, and turned on the screen.

Sunday, seven o'clock.

He got up, dressed and washed, walked into the kitchen with cool short black hair, and started to prepare breakfast.

Taking advantage of the time gap when the pot was hot, Liang Zhao turned on the switch of the soymilk machine, but the kitchen utensils connected to the power supply did not respond, and the function indicator light remained off for a long time.

Turning around and pressing the button of the dining room wall lamp for verification, I found that other electrical appliances could not work either.Liang Zhao had no choice but to turn off the gas, put on his clothes and go out to check the circuit.

This apartment is a design of two households per floor, with north-south doors facing each other, and the utility electrical box is embedded in the wall at the corner of the elevator.

As soon as Liang Zhao stepped over the threshold, he looked up and saw a busy man standing bent over in front of the neighbor's house.He was tall and well proportioned, with straight, slender legs in black jeans.

This back view is really familiar.

With the sound of the door opening, the man just turned around and looked over.When the four eyes met, both sides fell into a surprised silence for a few seconds.

When Ling Xuan was stunned, he still kept the action just now. Holding a large dry battery in his hand, he reached under the password input device of the electronic door and fiddled with it.

It's more like picking a lock than a normal door opening operation.

"Morning..." Ling Xuan finally straightened up in embarrassment, and greeted him with a bright smile.

"skillful."

Liangzhao responded with a blank expression, then turned his head, shifted his gaze to the completely unlit electric box on the wall, and confirmed the power outage.

When Liang Zhao's eyes fell on Ling Xuan once again, the person opposite touched the bridge of his nose and explained: "The smart lock is powered off, it may be because it has not been used for a long time, and the contacts of the emergency power supply are not very sensitive."

After speaking, he gestured and shook the battery in his hand.

"Don't you have a mechanical key?"

Liang Zhao understood the situation of this person, raised his hand and pulled the coat off his shoulders, and reminded him.After a moment of silence, he calmly gave two choices again.

"Then call a technical lockpicking company, or wait for a call."

"Just unlock the company." Ling Xuan shrugged helplessly, put his hand in his pocket and explained: "This is my friend's house, which proves to be quite troublesome. Let's wait for the call."

Liang Zhao raised his eyebrows slightly, indicating "you can do whatever you want", then turned around and went back, ready to replace the soy milk in the breakfast plan with canned instant coffee.

"Senior brother!" Ling Xuan hurriedly called to the person who was about to close the door, with a cute smile: "I just went out for a morning run, and I didn't bring my phone or money with me. Can you lend me a bench to sit and wait?"

Liang Zhao slightly raised his head and slowed down his pace.

It's not that he's not good at getting along with people, it's just that he has a colder personality and habitually wants to avoid unnecessary social interactions.

Although Ling Xuan can't be regarded as his serious junior, he is still He Lao's beloved disciple, and now he has transferred to Wu Ze's sect, so he has no position to reject people thousands of miles away.

Pushing back slightly, leaving a gap in the door that was about to close, he replied in a deep voice, "Come here."

Liang Zhao went straight back to the kitchen, not paying much attention to the sound of the string coming from outside.

Everyone in the family is good at cooking.

Sichuan, Hunan, Shandong, Zhejiang and Cantonese cuisines are no problem for Liang Zhao, let alone a simple breakfast.

Even with a wrist injury, cracking eggs with one hand and turning the pot over the table are still as beautiful as a set of action performances.Quickly bake the omelette, cut it in half with a knife, and put it on the dinner plate.

Liang Zhao didn't realize that Ling Xuan wasn't staying in the living room until the breakfast was served on the dining table.He actually only moved a small chair and sat back in the empty corridor.

This obedient feeling of not disturbing others is far from the arrogant style of using a paper airplane to leave a phone call last time.

Liang Zhao stood by the door and glanced out inadvertently.Through the crack of the door, a young silhouette squatting on the ground can be seen.

At Ling Xuan's feet, there are more than a dozen miniature pot picking boxes, all of which are planted with coin-sized lifestones, which are fat and small in the shape of buttocks, and he is carefully placing them on the flower stand .

The man was about 1.8 meters tall, and he really didn't match this kind of silly and cute little thing, but somehow he gave the onlookers a feeling of being gentle and caring.

I don't know if it's because the young people's faces are changing fast, or it's just that the kid has more tricks.

Liang Zhao looked at it indifferently and amusedly for a few seconds, then bent his left index finger and tapped on the door panel twice.

"Ling Xuan, right? Please clean up the dirt on the ground, and then come in for breakfast."

The young man playing with the soil basin was startled when he heard the sound, then raised his handsome eyebrows, patted the dust on his cuffs, and accepted the invitation very happily.

The ability of a mature man to cook quietly is undoubtedly a special charm.

Ling Xuan finished eating the salty and warm omelette, wiped his hands with a paper towel, and glanced at the man reading a book on the other side of the table with a smile.

"Senior brother's cooking skills don't seem like he can't find a girlfriend."

Facing the faint morning light by the window, Liang Zhao flipped a page of the book with his fingertips, and said casually, "What does it look like?"

"Face." Ling Xuan didn't think about it, "Standing with you, I feel that the crisis is serious, and the psychological pressure is too great."

The intellectuals who were flattered didn't appreciate it, and they still maintained the gesture of holding the paper, with little smile on their faces, and suddenly asked with moist lips, "Have you finished your homework?"

"Not yet." Ling Xuanying withdrew his angry smile, "How do you know..."

Liang Zhao put down the book, got up and walked back to the dining table to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and stopped Ling Xuan's movement of wanting to help, "The notebook in the study should still have electricity, just go when you are busy."

Ling Xuan did not cause any more trouble, and followed the guidance into the open study area.

The decor here is neat and clean.Bookcases full of walls are filled with all kinds of obscure medical professional books.

I think the master's usual life is a bit boring.

The only one with a more relaxed tone is a soft pen copy hanging on the wall.

The computer wallpaper on the desk is a family portrait of Zhang, a family of four and five dogs.

In the photo, Liang Zhao is still indifferent. The parents beside him are elegant and easy-going, the younger brother is sunny and handsome, and the whole family is surrounded by a German shepherd, enjoying themselves in harmony.

Ling Xuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and an inexplicable bitter emotion suddenly surged, and he quickly opened the web page with his fingers, covering the screen.

The morning time flowed quietly in the silent atmosphere.

Liang Zhao always sat on the sofa reading a book, occasionally flicked his wrist a few times, and when he felt a different pain, he suddenly frowned and stopped.

I took off the fixing bandage with one hand, and sure enough, I felt that the swelling at the joints had gotten worse. Only then did I remember the reexamination ordered by the doctor.

"Is it painful?"

At some point, Ling Xuan had already stood by the partition wall of the living room, staring at the untied gauze with a serious face.

"It's okay, this is actually an old disease that can't be cured, as long as it hurts a little more, it will...

"Why are you so stubborn? I've already said that I'm willing to take responsibility for you." Ling Xuan interrupted Liang Zhao's words bluntly, and asked with a sneer: "Or did you say that brother did it on purpose? To make me feel guilty for a minute longer , I would rather be in pain for one more minute.”

With such a strong sense of self-strategy, Liang Zhao couldn't help but pause.Since he really planned to go out for a follow-up visit, he couldn't be left alone at home.

After thinking for a while with downcast eyes, Liang Zhao asked, "Can you drive?"

Ling Xuan didn't react too much to the sudden change in the topic, and subconsciously responded truthfully: "I have a driver's license, but I don't drive it often."

In the next second, a car key was handed to him.

"Orthopedic Clinic of the Central Hospital."

Liang Zhao has a thorough understanding of his wrist injury, no matter how many times he registers as an expert, he will never hear anything new.

Inquiry, dressing and taking medicine, a set of procedures made the two of them go back and forth several times upstairs and downstairs in the hospital.

"Do you hear clearly now?" Liang Zhao stuffed the new bone slice into the hand of the "accompanying driver".

Ling Xuan spread his hands and smiled.The doctor's order just heard was exactly the same as what Liang Zhao himself said, no wonder he didn't bother to come for a follow-up visit.

"It's so powerful, you used to be a doctor?"

"A matter of common sense." Liang Zhao denied.

"Bullshit, you don't even need to watch the movie to know the extent of the injury. How can ordinary people have such common sense..."

Ling Xuan hadn't finished speaking when he was suddenly attracted by a figure in front of the payment window. It seemed to be the mother of the child she met in the park a few days ago.

The young girl standing not far away also saw the two of them, her face became brighter, and she waved hello after a few steps: "Hey!"

"I didn't expect to see you two again. I didn't have time to thank you last time." The girl came forward, seeing the outpatient form in Ling Xuan's hand, she was puzzled: "You... why are you in the hospital again? ?”

"I just came here to prescribe some medicine. It was just a matter of raising my hand last time. Is the child's condition better now?" Liang Zhao nodded politely, and asked about Lie Lie's condition by the way.

A slightly sad expression appeared on the girl's face, and she said softly: "There will be no danger for the time being, but... the situation is not good."

Ling Xuan heard that there seemed to be something unspeakable in the girl's tone, and after looking at Liang Zhao with his head tilted, he asked gently: "Can we go and see the child?"

"Of course." The young girl nodded.

Although the two followed their family members to Lielie's ward, they could only take a look at it from a distance through the thick glass.

The little guy was isolated in a sterile environment alone, a thin and weak mass, buried under the pure white sheets, sleeping peacefully and palely like a little angel.

Liang Zhao took the payment slip and medical record from the girl, and the diagnosis printed on it was not different from what he guessed.

It is congenital heart disease combined with pneumonia, except for infections, it is one of the most difficult pediatric diseases to treat and has a high mortality rate.

Seeing his senior brother frowning, Ling Xuan also cast a questioning look.

Liang Zhao returned the medical record, his voice was low: "Congenital heart disease is too dangerous to prolong. It is best to have a radical operation when the child is still at the right age."

"Yes, at present, we are mainly cooperating with doctors to fight inflammation. As for the follow-up treatment arrangements, in addition to studying the condition, we also need to collect a large amount of surgery fees. We need time."

Ling Xuan looked through the glass window and landed on the solid-color hospital bed, and he paused for a while before speaking: "Where is the child's... father?"

The girl was startled, and then smiled: "I think you have misunderstood. I am a student from a nearby school. I just graduated this year. I joined the welfare club last semester, so I occasionally volunteer in social organizations. Lie Lie actually... ...is an abandoned baby who grew up in an orphanage."

"Abandoned baby?" Ling Xuan was a little surprised by such a statement, "You don't want such a beautiful child?"

Liang Zhao turned his head to look at the people around him, and explained in a low voice: "Congenital childhood heart disease will drag down a family, and the probability of a sick child being abandoned has never been low."

"That's true. Lie Lie's health has always been very poor, and he is rarely able to go out of the room for activities. It was rare to take him out for a walk last time. I didn't expect to encounter such a thing..." The girl bowed her head guiltily, " It's my fault."

"The sudden situation is unpredictable, and you can't blame it all on you." Looking at the small body lying there, Ling Xuan felt a little distressed. The child did nothing wrong, but suffered a pain that adults have never experienced.

Liang Zhao didn't speak, and walked two steps towards the corner of the ward silently.

The nurse at the triage desk happened to pass by and called the volunteer girl to give some instructions. When she came back, Liang Zhao was still standing there upright.

"Since the child in the orphanage is sick, there should be a way for social support to be opened."

"Yes, yes." The volunteer nodded, turned on the phone screen, and unfolded a QR code link.

Ding--

Liang Zhao didn't say anything else, directly entered the online funding platform, and entered the amount of "50000" in the donation box.

"The child is very cute, I hope you don't give up."

There was a bright light in the girl's eyes, she bent down and bowed to the person in front of her, solemnly said: "Thank you..."

Liang Zhao looked at the back of the volunteers walking away with a calm expression.

There are indeed too many people in need of help in this world, and it is beyond the reach of one or two people.But it is also because of a group like this that even when there is little hope, it can always be said that there is still light.

"Why don't you take me with you when you show your love?"

Light footsteps sounded from behind, and Ling Xuan walked slowly, holding Liang Zhao's small medicine bag with his arms folded.

"You haven't graduated yet, why join in the fun." Liang Zhao turned his head slightly, and caught a glimpse of the expression on his face that "refuses to be evaluated by poor students".

"Then can't I donate half a month's living expenses?" Ling Xuan nudged Liang Zhao's arm lightly with his elbow.

"Just do what you can." Liang Zhao said with a good temper and did not fight back.

Ling Xuan snorted mischievously, threw away the cuteness he had pretended for two days, put his shoulders on the backs of the people around him, and asked, "For example?"

Liang Zhao raised his knees a little, and Ling Xuan, who was unprepared, stumbled and staggered two steps away, facing the direction of the safety exit.

"Drive me home, and then do my homework." Liang Zhao said seriously.

"Senior brother is good at it."

Ling Xuan smiled, glanced at the ward number without deliberately, and then walked out of the inpatient area according to the man's intention.