Is Mr. Ling doing well today?

After half a month of raising up, Liang Zhao's wrist can already move slightly, and he was urged by Ling Xuan on the rest day to go to the hospital for a second review.

After coming out of the outpatient clinic, the two tacitly transferred to the inpatient department to visit Lielie together.The child's previous anti-inflammatory treatment has achieved remarkable results, and has been transferred to the general ward.

Seeing the little guy on the bed with a bad complexion but still friendly and smiling, Ling Xuan couldn't help pinching his cheek.

"Lielie, do you still remember these two elder brothers who helped us in the park?" Volunteer Xiaomo raised his hand to smooth the messy hair on the child's forehead.

Because of congenital cardiac insufficiency, resulting in lung congestion, Lie Lie is lethargic, often accompanied by wheezing and coughing, and needs no one to take care of him all the time.So as long as there is no class time, Xiao Mo will come to take care of the class.

Although Lie Lie couldn't remember the events of that day at all, she still blinked her eyes obediently, and said softly to Ling Xuan, "Hello, brother~"

As soon as the little head turned to Liang Zhao, before he could speak, the slender figure standing beside the bed took the lead to correct him in a deep voice: "Brother, please leave, call me uncle."

The seniority rises suddenly.

Ling Xuan turned his head, squinted his eyes and complained: "Are you trying to take advantage of me?"

Liang Zhao gave the little neighbor a meaningful look, but didn't respond to his seriousness. When he spoke again, he naturally changed the subject and asked Xiao Mo about his condition.

"The child's condition looks good, is the recent rehabilitation going well?"

"The current situation is fairly stable, and further surgical plans need to wait for expert consultation. The orphanage also received a large private anonymous donation a while ago, which is enough to pay for all the treatment expenses of Lie Lie. Although I don't know who the other party is, but it really is It's been a huge help."

Xiao Mo thanked the unknown person for their kindness, and said sincerely: "The donor will surely have a healthy and smooth life."

"Really?" Ling Xuan only smiled lightly, and did not express any other opinions.Then he leaned down, stroked the soft top of the child's hair, and coaxed: "The more important thing is that Lie Lie must obediently treat the illness, and get well soon."

The four-year-old boy was thin and thin, and he was even smaller when he was huddled under the quilt. He nodded half-understanding, "Lielie will be obedient."

"Why are you so obedient?" Ling Xuan couldn't help rubbing the child again.

It was late in the afternoon, and Lielie, who had taken the medicine, fell into a deep sleep. Liang Zhao didn't bother, and got up to say goodbye to the volunteers.

On the drive back, Ling Xuan seemed to be in a good mood, humming a cheerful tune together.

Liang Zhao organized what he had just learned about the condition into pictures and texts, attached it to the end of an e-mail, and sent it out. Then he raised his head and glanced at the people around him.

"Like children?"

"It's okay if you are sensible." Ling Xuan replied casually.

Liang Zhao stretched his brows a little, and retorted in a deep voice: "What young children know, they are all taught through their ears and eyes."

"It's true to say that, but those who are favored are always more confident. He doesn't even have the protection of his parents, so how can he be presumptuous?"

After Ling Xuan finished speaking inexplicably and seriously, the car was quiet for a while, and he tilted his head in doubt, "Why are you silent?"

"Since you are a little sensitive about this topic, it's okay if you don't mention it." Liang Zhao looked out of the window indifferently, and answered candidly.

Ling Xuan snorted, and couldn't help but raised his lips to laugh: "...you are a psychologist."

After a while, he continued, "I'm not sensitive, but I suddenly thought of myself."

"A week before my dad passed away, I had a cold war with him because of my college entrance examination volunteering. I always felt that he was not caring enough for me. It wasn't until I stood in his position that I realized how thick a barrier this person had built for me. Let me be carefree."

"Later, I could always hear a kind of comment. Others said that my style and my dad's style were very different. In fact, it was too late for me to learn more from him, so I had to bite the bullet and explore it myself. .”

Liang Zhao listened to him quietly, his gaze fell straight ahead. "There will not be two people who are exactly the same in the world. What you have learned is his strength of character."

"kindness."

Ling Xuan agreed lightly but solemnly, and after turning a few turns, he parked the car in the underground parking lot of the community. When he touched the seat belt sideways, he suddenly smiled brightly.

"Lianggong, did I look more mature than your brother just now?"

Liang Zhao opened the door and got off the car, stood in front of the elevator and commented earnestly: "This hypocritical energy is half a catty."

Before the elevator doors closed, Ling Xuan rushed forward, folded his arms and leaned against the handrail, pouted, muttering: "Oh, you are so indifferent."

Friday of the new week.

After finishing work, Liang Zhao appeared in the mixed martial arts gym, opened the door of the lounge, and saw a fellow examiner in black, with a slender figure lying lazily on the sofa.

"coming."

Wu Ze is standing on a tablet on one knee curled up, and is in a video call state.He picked up the ipad and turned around, pointing the camera at the friend who had just entered the door.

"Who?"

"African refugees." Wu Ze responded.

As soon as he was called like this, Liang Zhao immediately knew the identity of the other party, frowned and looked intently at the video screen.A handsome man in a white coat clearly appeared on the flat screen.

Jian Anning, the general manager of the Medical Research Institute and Liang Zhao's boss, is currently working on land reclamation in Africa.

"You are too."

The person on the other side of the ocean leaned leisurely on the hammock, raised his eye sockets lazily, and said, "I saw the email you sent, and I just wanted to ask what the last medical record means?"

A few days ago, Liang Zhao did contact Jian Anning. In addition to reporting the development progress of new anti-inflammatory drugs and the recent work of the institute, he also mentioned a case of congenital heart disease in children.

Because the other party used to be a cardiopulmonary expert, he also met many well-known doctors during his advanced studies at home and abroad.He might be able to help with Lie Lie's operation.

"It's a child I know who needs congenital heart surgery in the near future."

Jian Anning seemed to catch the taste of gossip across the screen, her eyes narrowed, and she asked suspiciously, "Child, who gave birth to you?"

As soon as these words came out, even Wu Ze, who was listening to the excitement, cast an inquiring gaze trying to understand the inside story.

"...the child has nothing to do with me."

Liang Zhao looked sideways, and helplessly corrected the key point of the incident, "I tell you that it is because his condition is complicated and he needs a reliable surgeon."

In the video, Jian Anning took out a cigarette from the pocket of her white coat, sniffed it in her hand, and played with it. "According to what you mean, is it possible that you want me to go back to China and do it myself?"

Facing the boss's Bai Rixiao's thoughts, Liang Zhao sneered, turned his eyes to Wu Ze, and asked silently: Is there a deviation in my understanding of the word "reliable"?

Wu Ze smiled without saying a word.

"Okay, I will try my best to arrange it after the child's condition consultation."

Jian Anning finally touched the fire, lit the cigarette held between her fingertips, exhaled a thin puff of smoke, and then said: "You two are five or sixty years old together, and there is no need to join forces to run people. I The people around here are good, the business is good, and I really don’t want to go back in a short period of time.”

Obviously, he wanted to hide in a wild and turbulent place without a bright future in the country.Liang Zhao didn't interject, but only seldom made fun of him with interest.

"Dr. Jane, the biggest advantage of you is that you have a good attitude."

The African mining boss indifferently twitched the corners of his lips, tapped his index finger to flick off a piece of soot, and announced gently: "Heh, go on, see if I dare to transfer you to a South African veterinary clinic to bathe wild elephants."

While the three old friends were chatting, a sound suddenly came out of the speaker in the room.

"The front desk of the club, may I ask if the examiner is free? There is a student here who has made an appointment for the on-site assessment."

Jian Anning on the other end of the signal was about to go offline to work, and the video was hung up.

Liang Zhao pressed the switch of the communicator with his fingers, and responded in a low voice: "I'm here, let him come up."

The stairs next to the examination room creaked softly, and a well-proportioned and slender figure slowly stepped up from the lower floor.

Ling Xuan's handsome and clear profile gradually became clear from the scattered steps, and finally he stood calmly in front of the examiner.

"Good evening, Liang Gong." The young man turned his gaze, saw another familiar face, and asked in surprise, "Teacher Wu is here?"

Ling Xuan?Wu Ze's eyes wandered between him and Liang Zhao, both of them seemed to have expected expressions on this meeting.

It is surprising that someone can have frequent private contacts with Liang in a short period of half a month.

Fortunately, Wu Ze never liked to spy on other people's likes and dislikes, so he just nodded his head in a timely manner, and replied: "It's really rare to meet you here, but it's a pity that today is not my home game, please feel free."

After speaking, he turned around and gave way to the event venue, and stood aside to prepare protective gear for video recording to assist in the assessment.

"good evening."

Under Ling Xuan's gaze, Liang Zhao greeted him softly.He raised his hand to take the information form in his hand, glanced at it quickly, and then raised his head and asked, "Do you like fighting?"

"I fill in whatever I want." Ling Xuan said frankly.

Liang Zhao paused when he heard this, and put the form aside casually, "Why do you want to come to the martial arts school?"

"En..." Ling Xuan thought about it for two seconds and then suddenly smiled: "Someone already asked me when I was downstairs, is this an assessment procedure or a personal question?"

"Personally curious."

"That good worker may be suspected of knowingly asking." Ling Xuan's tone was suddenly stubborn, and he added with a snort: "I paid the registration fee."

The assessor, who was about to sign, frowned, and glanced at the master tutor who was watching the scene leisurely.

Wu Ze saw his protégé Sa Ye with his own eyes, and he still remained calm and waited on the sidelines. He raised his eyes and pretended to be dazed and said, "What are you looking at me for?"

I left less homework?

Liang Zhao pursed his lips, no longer entangled with the real motive of the neighbor's appointment for the assessment, and went straight to the point: "You choose the protective gear yourself first, and let me know when you are ready."

It has been stated in the reservation notice that the martial arts assessment adopts MMA free actual combat, and there are almost no restrictions on the types of moves and martial arts that can be used by both parties.

Ling Xuan took advantage of the time when he was wearing the gloves to look at Liangzhao. Although he saw that the gauze on his hand had been removed, he still stepped forward and whispered concern: "Didn't the doctor say that your right wrist can't move vigorously? Don't be afraid that I will stare at your injury." Underhanded?"

"As long as you can touch it."

Ling Xuan squinted his eyes, showing the general posture of modern competitive fighting and standing two steps away, "I thought you were going to say that you would give me a hand."

Ding--

Wu Ze started the special timer in the venue.

According to the practice of martial arts, the examiner will not attack first in the first round of the actual battlefield, and needs to comprehensively estimate the strength of the students before making a differentiated counterattack.

Then, in this regular gap, Ling Xuan rushed forward.After only a few feints, he turned around and kicked with a high-legged kick that hit the target's arm without protective gear.

The technique of this kick is very beautiful, and the strength is not at all like that of a 23-year-old finance student.

Liang Zhao's whole arm was numb from kicking, and the feeling of dull pain and swelling penetrated directly into the gap between the shoulder blades. Even if he had quickly entered the blocking state, he couldn't help but took two steps back, and raised his eyelids with a serious expression.

Ling Xuan, who had been pulled away, didn't come any closer, and held the preparation posture silently, his black pupils were clear and full of awe.

"Have I met it? Lianggong."

A non-sarcastic rhetorical question sounded in his ears, Liang Zhao clenched his left fist, and his beautiful joints turned blue and white due to the force.Although he remained calm, there was already a clear impression in his mind.

Some fighting masters are pretending to be pigs and eating tigers.