Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

As Ji Lin had said, Dr. Sean arrived at the London Hospital in the evening of the next day.

After Sean examined Ling Zhao's mother, he looked through past treatment plans with a solemn and serious expression, which made Ling Zhao's heart tighten.

Sean's assistant patted Ling Zhao on the shoulder and said, "Don't be too nervous. This is how Dr. Sean works. It has nothing to do with your mother's condition."

Ling Zhao silently glanced at the medical giant. He didn't know how many patients and their families would be scared to death by his expression.

Dr. Sean closed the case.

Ling Feng couldn't wait to step forward, "Doctor Sean, may I ask my ex-wife, how is she doing?"

The solemn expression on Dr. Sean's face faded a little, and he smiled and said, "From the results of the examination, there are indeed signs of waking up, but it is not very obvious. I need to do further research."

A gleam of brilliance flashed in Ling Feng's eyes.

Ling Zhao was stunned at first, then he burst into laughter.

Great.

The original attending physician looked at Ling Feng with a slightly complicated expression and said awkwardly: "As expected, it's Doctor Sean."

The two left the ward one after another.

Dr. Sean's smile deepened a little more now than before, and he looked at Ling Zhao, "Are you the friend that Ji Lin mentioned, Ling Zhao?"

Ling Zhao nodded, stretched out his hand and shook it with Sean, "Hello, Doctor Sean. I'll leave my mother in your care."

"I will do my best to fulfill Ji Lin's request."

Ling Zhao suddenly realized something, "So you didn't mention Ji Lin in front of my father just now. Did he tell you in advance?"

There was a flash of surprise in Dr. Sean's eyes, "You are very smart."

"Yes, Ji Lin did tell me to only mention him when we were alone."

In the evening, Ling Zhao called Ji Lin.

The call was connected, and there were two bangs on the other end, as well as Ji Lin's panting that sounded like he had just survived a disaster, "Ling Zhao, have you seen Sean?"

"I saw you. Are you making sweet and sour pork again?" Ling Zhao asked tentatively.

Ji Lin laughed dryly twice, "Is it so obvious?"

He just wanted Ling Zhao to taste the Northeastern cuisine he made himself, but who knew it was so difficult.

Ling Zhao had cooked at his house so many times before, he was only more skilled at washing vegetables, as for his cooking skills...

Ling Zhao suppressed his laughter and said, "You'd better not do it. It's not shameful to admit your shortcomings."

"You laugh at me?"

Ling Zhao hummed in a serious tone, "Didn't you say that yourself? Are you just smiling at me?"

As soon as Ji Lin heard it, he guessed that Ling Zhao was in a good mood. He was already in a good mood because of Ling Zhao's call, and at this moment his heart seemed to be filled and expanded.

"Ling Zhao, you have to believe in Dr. Sean. He will definitely find a way to cure your mother."

Ling Zhao felt warm in his heart, "Why don't you let Dr. Sean mention you in front of my dad?"

"I guess you didn't mention me to your dad either, did you?"

Ling Zhao was stunned.

He was silent for a moment, and Ji Lin sighed, "I seem to have guessed that your father doesn't like you making friends outside. You were drunk that day and didn't let me take you home. Were you afraid of being caught by the nanny? Did you tell your father?"

Ling Zhao's nose felt sore, but he still said calmly, "My father is quite authoritarian. I don't have much to say to him."

His mother’s current condition is still unclear, so he cannot tell Ji Lin the truth at this time.

He was afraid of that possibility.

……

Ling Zhao only returned to Zurich from London in early August.

A week has passed since Dr. Sean went to London.

When Ji Lin saw Ling Zhao, he took the initiative to step forward, took the backpack from his shoulder, slung it over his shoulder easily, grabbed the handle of the suitcase, turned it in another direction, and asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Will you cook for me?" Ling Zhao smiled.

Ji Lin: "...It's not impossible for you to eat if you want."

"Forget it, it's going to be troublesome to repair the kitchen in Zurich."

The two got into the car, and Ling Zhao glanced over Ji Lin.

He looked out the window, cleared his throat, and asked, "Where are you hurt?"

"Huh?" Ji Lin had completely forgotten about this.

"Didn't you get injured when you went to deal with Zhong Li?" There was something a little unnatural on Ling Zhao's face.

Ji Lin suddenly realized and said, "It's nothing now."

He didn't know what was wrong with him at first, and wanted to act coquettishly with Ling Zhao.

But Ling Zhao is back, and he doesn't want to let Ling Zhao see it anymore.

"I asked you where you were, not whether you were okay." Ling Zhao looked at him.

Ji Lin felt a sense of oppression coming from Ling Zhao out of the corner of his eye. He didn't know where the oppression came from with his small body, but he was quite susceptible to it.

He stretched out his right hand "reluctantly".

Ling Zhao saw the wound on the back of Ji Lin's hand at a glance.

It's summer now, and wounds can easily become infected if they are not treated properly.

It was obvious that Ji Lin's wound had not been properly treated and there were already signs of inflammation.

Ling Zhao frowned, "Why don't you apply medicine?"

Ji Lin pretended to take his hand back, "It's not a deep wound. I'm a rough man, so there's no need to be fussy about it."

Ling Zhao suddenly grabbed his wrist and turned his palm at an angle.

There are two bubbles at the base of his palm.

Looks like a blister from a burn.

"What's going on?"

Ji Lin's expression was unnatural, "It's burnt...burned."

"When the pan-fried meat is fried?"

Ling Zhao asked a soul-searching question, and Ji Lin blushed and hummed, "This foreign oil is also harder to control than the domestic one."

"Don't cook in the future. No, don't enter the kitchen in the future." Ling Zhao didn't know what to say to him.

"Let's go eat first?" Ji Lin asked Ling Zhao.

"No need." Ling Zhao said.

Ji Lin suddenly felt uncomfortable. Was Ling Zhao planning to go back?

However, Ling Zhao said, "Let's go to your house first and help you treat your wound."

Ji Lin's mouth corners raised as he said.

When Ling Zhao returned home, he didn't see Ji Lin's nanny. "Are you home alone?"

No wonder the wound on his hand was not treated. If the nanny had seen it, she would definitely apply medicine to him.

Ji Lin said calmly, "The nanny said she hasn't finished her family's affairs yet, so I gave her a week off. She hasn't come back yet, so I guess she hasn't finished her affairs yet."

Ling Zhao: "...Where is the medicine box? I'll go get it."

As soon as he asked, he remembered that he found the medicine box in the kitchen when Ji Lin had a fever before, so he immediately turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

However, when he opened the cabinet doors and drawers, he didn't see the medicine box.

Suddenly Ji Lin appeared behind him, holding his shoulder with one hand and opening the top cabinet door with the other hand, "I put it up here when I was putting things away last time."

The two were close to each other and were wearing thin summer clothes.

Ling Zhao could feel Ji Lin's body temperature and the faint scent of shower gel.

As soon as Ji Lin lowered his head, he smelled the faint, sweet, milky aroma that he was very curious about.

He couldn't help but move closer to Ling Zhao and said in a low voice, "Didn't they say that the production of milk candy has been discontinued?"