Emperor Yan of Douluo Continent

Chapter 209 Bloody Romance (3)

"Is this child... is Xiao Ling?" Although Zhu Zhuqing's voice was puzzled, her intuition made her sure that the newly born boy in front of her was Tang Ling, because when she faced the child's eyes, she felt Familiar, very familiar feeling.

"Yes. He is Xiao Ling." Gu Yuena looked at Tang Ling's baby face, as if she saw Tang Ling when she was in the auction house, and showed a smile that made the world pale. It was fleeting, and then, the slender waist slowly bent down and bowed to the woman who had lost her life.

It was because of such a woman that Tang Ling appeared in this world and met her.

When she looked around in the blink of an eye, Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu beside her made exactly the same movement as her, bending at [-] degrees and bowing towards the woman.

They didn't know the woman's name, they only knew that she gave Tang Ling a life and gave them a chance to meet him.

As a woman's best friend, Dr. Huang was the one who suffered the most. She didn't know how to explain to him. After finishing the woman's grooming, she covered the woman's lifeless face with a white cloth.

Sending the woman into the freezer with her own hands. As a chief surgeon, she doesn't need to do this, but she hopes that she can send another layer of girlfriends.

It's not that the woman has no relatives, her husband is rushing here as fast as possible in another city. Finally, the mobile phone in his trouser pocket rang, and Dr. Huang answered the phone. There was heavy breathing on the phone, but there was no sound. people talk.

"I'm sorry, she asked me to take care of the child." Just as Dr. Huang's voice fell, there was a cramped brake sound from the phone, followed by a loud bang.

Tang Ling, who was in the heat preservation room, opened his closed eyes suddenly, as if he felt that something important was leaving him, and a cry sounded in the heat preservation room, and the nurse guarding the heat preservation room hurried over and brought The newly born Tang Ling picked her up and shook her gently, but Tang Ling in her arms was crying more and more. I don't know how long it had passed. Tang Ling seemed to be tired from crying, and finally closed her eyes.

"In one day, I lost my two most important relatives..." Xiao Wu looked at the sleeping Tang Ling distressedly, and wanted to hug Tang Ling, but her hands directly passed through Tang Ling's body.

Gu Yuena shook her head, raised her right hand, and snapped her fingers lightly. They reappeared in Dr. Huang's office. Dr. Huang had left, but the computer was on.

"Resignation letter?"

The characters in Douluo Dalu are similar to the characters in this world, and they all know them. After reading the entire content of the resignation letter, Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu fell silent. Doctor Huang, whom they had always thought would take in Tang Ling, left, leaving behind Tang Ling left as a child.

They have no right to blame Dr. Huang. This resignation letter has already been clicked to submit, and the reason is that they cannot refute it. No one thought that Dr. Huang, as a doctor, would be so fragile in his heart.

They are not ordinary people, and after empathy, they seem to understand the reason why Dr. Huang made this choice.

My best friend died on the operating table, and she performed the operation herself. Even if her best friend asked her to, she couldn't escape the condemnation in her heart, not to mention that there was an explosion of the brakes coming from the mobile phone.

Gu Yuena waved her little hand lightly, everything around her faded, and when she reappeared, she was already in a room.

The room is small and simple. The bookcase is full of books, a desk, four chairs, a tea set and tea leaves beside the tea set.

Sitting at the desk is an old man wearing presbyopic glasses. The old man is about sixty years old, holding a newspaper, squinting his cloudy eyes, and staring at the place his finger is pointing at, slowly reading every word. Look very seriously.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!
The door was knocked, and the old man said without raising his head, "Please come in."

The door was opened, and two policemen in police uniforms, a man and a woman, walked in. Among them, the female policeman was holding a baby in her arms.

The male policeman saluted the old man, took off the police cap on his head, and said, "Old Tang."

Only then did Tang Jingzhi put down the newspaper in his hand, staring at the male policeman with cloudy eyes for a long time before saying, "Xiao Chen, what are you doing back here?"

"Dean, I came back this time because of this baby." The male policeman sat down on a chair and said.

"Another abandoned baby?" Tang Jingzhi took off his presbyopic glasses, wiped them on his clothes, and said after putting them on again.

"This is not an abandoned baby." The male policeman smiled wryly, and picked up the baby in the female policeman's hands: "This baby was bought with her mother's life, and his father died in a car accident on the same day.

I have taken him to many orphanages, but unfortunately, none of them are willing to accept this baby. "The male policeman hesitated: "I grew up here, and I know that you will definitely take good care of this baby, Dean.So I hope, Dean, you can accept this baby and let him grow up in Fu'an Welfare Institute. "

To put it nicely, it is called a welfare home, but to put it badly, it is an orphanage, orphans abandoned by their parents.

Tang Jingzhi accepted the baby in the Fu'an Welfare Institute without the slightest hesitation. After sending the two policemen away, Tang Jingzhi looked at Tang Ling's pure black pupils with cloudy eyes and said, "From now on, your surname is Tang, what will happen in the future?" Don't even think about it, live happily, start from scratch, and from now on, your name will be Tang Ling."

"Giggle!" Tang Ling, who was being hugged by Tang Jingzhi, let out a giggle, and the doctor's white and tender little hands grabbed the old man's beard.

The old and the young laughed happily in the orphanage.

The three of them watched silently, even in Gu Yuena's memory, they could feel some kind of happiness from the bottom of their hearts.

Gu Yuena was silent, and waved her hand lightly, the waves turned, Tang Jingzhi and Tang Ling disappeared, replaced by an eight-year-old boy running fast on the road of the orphanage with a lunch box.

Although the little boy was very young, his face was nearly [-]% similar to Tang Ling's. It was almost a troublesome face. His eyes were not deep, but pure.

The reason why they were only [-]% similar was because the eight-year-old little Tang Ling in front of him didn't have long hair, and there was a golden flame imprint faintly visible between his eyebrows.

"Grandpa!" Tang Ling has been calling Tang Jingzhi Grandpa since he was able to speak. Even if Tang Jingzhi asked him to change it, Tang Ling would not change it. It seemed that this name was Tang Ling's bottom line.

Tang Ling is very sensible and reassures Tang Jingzhi. Due to an accident a year ago, many children left the Fuan Orphanage and were assigned to other orphanages. Tang Ling was the only one left. Tang Jingzhi, an old man, stayed in the orphanage.

(End of this chapter)