I'm not a theatre god

The residents of Hanshuang Street are naturally aware of the current situation in District Three.

They have walked through other streets and visited clinics. They know how heavy the casualties are in other streets, which is no different from hell on earth. But they are lucky, no arms or legs are missing, no life is in danger, and even most of the family is unscathed. ...All this is thanks to Chen Ling.

They wanted to say thank you to Chen Ling, but they didn't dare. After all, Chen Ling had left such a deep impression on them before. Even if this person looked at them one more time, their hearts would tremble.

This scene was also noticed by Chen Ling. He couldn't help but feel a little funny when he looked at these neighbors with tangled faces and evasive eyes.

Of course, he had no interest in claiming credit. Instead, he continued his inspection with a straight face, as if he didn't notice the people around him, and his black windbreaker was swaying alone in the deserted street.

But in the end, someone boldly walked out first and walked straight towards Chen Ling... Seeing that person's face clearly, Chen Ling was a little surprised.

The first person who mustered up the courage to come over was none other than Mr. Xu, the owner of the funeral shop who had been scared to death in the back hill.

I saw Boss Xu carrying a plastic bag and walking up to Chen Ling with a complicated expression. The latter raised his eyebrows and stopped naturally.

"Boss Xu, what's the matter?" Chen Ling said calmly.

"Sir Chen, this time, on behalf of our whole family, I would like to thank you for your life-saving grace." Boss Xu said solemnly, "This is a little bit of our kindness, please accept it."

As he spoke, Boss Xu handed the plastic bag in his hand to Chen Ling. The corners of the latter's mouth twitched slightly. Even without opening it, he could guess what was inside.

"knew."

Chen Ling sighed in his heart, but he still accepted the bag of chicken hearts. The food reserves at his home now are probably enough to last until the year after next.

With Boss Xu taking the lead, more and more residents plucked up the courage to step forward, holding either a bag of chicken and duck hearts, or some bloody animal meat, or even more outrageous, a few IOUs that read "I owe Commander Chen Ling three pounds of animal heart, and I will pay it back within five days"...

Before walking a few meters, Chen Ling's hands were already full of things. She had no choice but to go home to put them away before continuing her patrol. But when she arrived at Hanxue Street next door, another group of people came up to give gifts.

If nothing else, it should be the people from Hanshuang Street who gossiped and exposed their "preferences".

Chen Ling felt a little helpless. After he collected everything, he inspected all the blocks. The night was getting darker. He dragged his tired body to the door of his house and found that across the quiet street, only a breakfast shop still had lights on.

He hesitated for a moment, then walked towards the store. As soon as he reached the door, he heard a scream coming from inside:

"You brat! I told you to bear with it!"

"Ahhhhh...it hurts, Dad, it really hurts! Are you sure you didn't take the wrong medicine?"

"Your father and I learned medical skills on our own when we were young. How can I get the wrong iodophor? Bear with me. Disinfection is inherently painful."

"Tap, tap, tap...ahhhhh!!"

"..."

Chen Ling opened the door and saw Zhao Yi lying on the table with his upper body naked, and a terrifying knife wound on his body.

At this moment, Zhao Yi's face turned pale and he kept wailing. Uncle Zhao, who was sweating profusely, was disinfecting him with iodine. He could not hide his distress, but even so, he gritted his teeth and cursed:

"Do you know it hurts now?! How dare you to dare to fight against the law enforcers? It hurts! I'll hurt you to death!!"

Hearing the door being pushed open, Zhao Yi saw the person coming clearly, and the crying stopped suddenly.

He stared at Chen Ling, holding back the pain and refusing to say a word, like a stubborn duck with its head held back.

"A Ling! How are you?" Uncle Zhao saw Chen Ling and immediately asked with concern, "Were you injured in the fight with those monsters? Is it serious?"

"I'm fine."

Chen Ling's eyes fell on Zhao Yi again, who was obviously unable to hold himself tight and let out painful groans.

"Didn't you go to the clinic?"

"Sigh... the clinic was full. I saw that those people were more seriously injured, so I didn't go." Uncle Zhao wiped the sweat from his forehead. He finally completed the disinfection and began to bandage Zhao Yi carefully, "Just in time I If you have learned some medical skills, you can still treat simple wounds.”

It can be seen that Uncle Zhao does have a foundation in medical skills. The bandaging process went smoothly. Zhao Yi, who was wrapped into half a rice dumpling, was lying on the table, like a mummy that had lost his dream.

Uncle Zhao breathed a long sigh of relief. He glanced at his son, with a complex look in his eyes... He walked to Chen Ling,

"Ah Ling, Uncle Zhao went out to say a few words to you."

Although Chen Ling was surprised, she did not refuse and followed Uncle Zhao to the street.

Uncle Zhao glanced back at the house and closed the door with his backhand. On the dark and silent street, only a few wisps of kerosene lamp light came out from behind the frosted door, swaying silently.

"What's wrong?" Chen Ling asked.

"Ah Ling... I only have one child, Xiao Yi." Uncle Zhao said bitterly, "Xiao Yi has been stubborn and reckless since he was a child. I originally wanted to find him a stable job and not cause any big trouble. That's fine... But this time, he really scared me.

I'm just scared now. I keep thinking that if the law enforcer's knife had not missed the target and penetrated into Xiao Yi's heart... then this child, like those corpses on the road, would never come back... "

Chen Ling lowered her head slightly and looked at Uncle Zhao. His eyes were obviously red. After taking a few deep breaths, she managed to calm down and continued:

"Ah Ling, uncle has lived enough in this life. I don't have any other ideas. I just hope that Xiao Yi can be safe... You have been smart and steady since you were a child. Now you are the law enforcement officer of our third district. You can do it just by stomping your feet." The person who shocked the entire third district, I think... I wonder if you can make some connections and arrange for Xiao Yi to be with you?

On weekdays, you can use him however you want, and you don't need to give him any official position. He doesn't even have to be a law enforcer. Even if he is sent to your department as a janitor, or he has any other civilian position... I just want him to stay under your shade, which can be considered a refuge. "

Uncle Zhao's waist bent lower and lower. He looked into Chen Ling's eyes. His wrinkled face was full of sincerity and prayer. This was an elder who was asking for his descendants after putting down all his dignity.

"...If this embarrasses you, you just didn't mention it to me." Seeing Chen Ling's delay in responding, Uncle Zhao forced a smile on his lips, "Uncle... I just said it casually."

Chen Ling turned his head slightly and saw a shadow squatting in the corner behind the frosted door, seeming to be eavesdropping carefully.

He pretended not to see it, withdrew his gaze and nodded calmly.

"……good."