Is Mr. Ling doing well today?

The atmosphere was silent for two seconds, and the young skateboarder lowered his head and explained with a smile: "I'm waiting to pay your medical bills, are your hands okay?"

His flirtatious leather jacket barely hung around his arms, two straps hung from the torn neckline, and his white skin was exposed together with a large and delicate collarbone.

Liang Zhao, who is used to orderliness, was a little uncomfortable with such a loose appearance, so he squinted his eyes and responded indifferently: "It's good to raise it, don't mind."

The young man was about to say something, his eyes fell on Liangzhao's sleeve unintentionally, and then he frowned in pain, and even the sweat on his forehead became thicker.

Yoshiaki lowered his head in bewilderment.Maybe it was when I helped the child get off the bed just now, I accidentally wiped the child's forehead, and the cuffs were stained by a few dark red irregular blood stains.

"Are you dizzy?"

According to the symptoms of the young man, Liang Zhao made a reasonable guess.Even though he didn't notice it at all when he was doing emergency treatment just now.

"Then, look at the other side." After receiving confirmation from the other party, Liang Zhao raised his chin towards the triage table.

The advice came suddenly, the young boy couldn't figure it out, and subconsciously looked in the opposite direction.Turning around, he happened to be looking at a certain trauma patient who was urgently seeking medical treatment.

Half of the man's face was covered in blood and blood, and a slender iron nail was pierced into his right eye.

"vomit……"

The parkour youth turned his face away with a swish, his dizziness almost made him kick the skateboard out of his feet.A pair of bright star-like eyes stared at Liang Zhao, writing the word "dislike" on his forehead.

Liang Zhao glanced at the patient expressionlessly for a few seconds, then looked at the boy with bristling hairs all over his body, moved his upper lip, and responded emotionlessly: "I have already warned you."

"...Are you still watching?" The young man finally regained his composure, frowning in shock at his calmness.

As a professional military doctor in the special forces, Yoshiaki has seen too many injuries of this level, and he didn't even realize that his attitude was a little indifferent.

The patient walked away, and the young man finally recovered his normal breathing rate.He patted the ashes on his sleeves, then took out his phone and shook it twice.

"Anyway, you saved me just now. If you're not responsible at all, I'm really sorry. Add a contact information."

"The phone is out of battery." What Liang Zhao said was true.

The young man turned on the screen, typed proficiently with one hand, and then said: "Then say WeChat, I will add you."

"do not remember."

This statement is a bit false.

But if it wasn't for this kind of lies that came out of the mouth, perhaps Liang Zhao's address book had already broken through the upper limit.

Only then did the young man lower his head and sneer, understanding the other party's subtle refusal: Oh, I find it troublesome and not interested.

His smile was itchy, and there was no embarrassment or displeasure of being politely rejected on his face.Shen Po didn't talk about it, he just waved his hands knowingly.

Liang Zhao nodded politely, and just after taking a few steps, a familiar voice came from behind.

"My name is Ling Xuan."

The young man in a small leather jacket borrowed a pen and paper to write down his phone number at the triage desk, and folded it into a paper airplane two or three times.

The white and thin paper wing flew away from the fingertips, and slid a precarious arc in mid-air.

Then, the moment Liang Zhao stopped and turned around, he accurately inserted it into the collar of his windbreaker.

Ling Xuanhuan crossed his arms, pulled out a vicious smile that deliberately hit the south wall, and spoke in a persuasive but not frivolous voice.

"Let's keep it, maybe you will regret it."

Even though the pain caused Liang Zhao to sleep restlessly all night, the regular work and rest for many years allowed him to open his eyes on time at 06:30 in the morning.

Because of the really inconvenient right hand, the usual morning routine is extremely difficult.After a simple bite of breakfast, he stuffed himself with two more painkillers, and headed out to work with his coat on.

"Good morning."

"morning."

At this time, there were not many colleagues in the institute, and Liang Zhao only responded with a few token greetings.

Go straight to the office, put on a white coat, put on gloves on the slender fingers, cover the white gauze exposed by the cuffs, and walk into the laboratory as usual.

The daily life of the research institute is soaked in all kinds of data, except for the cafeteria and office, there is almost no need to set foot in other places, which is dull but can not be missed.

It wasn't until a short break that the chat among colleagues began to talk about topics other than the experiment.

"How was your party yesterday? I wanted to go too, but it happened to happen that the old man was celebrating his birthday."

"The atmosphere last night was very good, but it's a pity that I didn't hear the new resident singer of the past life. It seems that there is a parkour club that has rented out the upstairs bar for a week."

"It's really rich, how much money do you need to spend? Ten or 20 per day?"

What colleagues are talking about is not hyperbole.Past Life is the most stylish and popular entertainment venue in City A, and it is the only one in the nightclub neighborhood.

"College students nowadays are so good at playing. It's not like we used to study hard and rushed to the entrance exam." A certain doctoral commissioner sighed with a smile, suddenly remembered something, and turned around. "Hey, Lianggong, your brother just started college this month, right? Is he also in City A?"

Before Liangzhao could reply, a female colleague had already helped spread the word: "Lianggong's younger brother is from the Department of Computer Science of University A, and he is a candidate for the college entrance examination in the neighboring province. Hegong, is your news too late?"

Liang Zhao didn't join the discussion, and just shook a dose of light blue solution with his left hand.After carefully checking the data and results, put the test tube back on the shelf.

"I have some personal matters today, and I want to leave early, and I may not come back in the afternoon. If there is something urgent in the group, you can call me directly, and the rest will be dealt with next week."

"No problem, you can go to work at ease, I will watch over here." He Gong took over the folder and responded with a smile.

"That's hard work." After Liang Zhao nodded slightly, he opened the door and left the laboratory.

In the airport hall of City A, the landing announcement of a delayed flight rang several times.

Liang Zhao, who had been sitting on the seat waiting for a long time, looked up when he heard the sound, searched for a while among the crowd who had just got off the plane, and finally saw his father.

He closed the magazine in his hand, stood up and greeted a passenger in his early 50s. "Dad, over here."

The good father has taught in the university for many years, and he is full of a scholarly atmosphere. Compared with the son who is half a head taller in front of him, his temperament is much more approachable and friendly.

"It's been a long time."

"Not long." Liang Zhao raised his hand to take the briefcase and coat from his father's arm, and asked in a deep voice, "Did Aunt Lin come with you this time?"

Professor Liang lightly brushed his son's shoulder, walked out of the pick-up hall side by side with him, and responded kindly: "Well, she has an important case at hand that will go to trial in the next few days, and she really can't get away. So I specially assigned a task, asking me to Come and see you and Ah He for her."

"I'm fine, you and auntie don't have to worry about it."

For the eldest son who became independent too early, the good father didn't worry at all, and changed the subject with a smile: "Your brother didn't cause trouble for you, did he?"

"Where did he get that courage?"

During the conversation, the two had already stopped in front of the taxi that had been called in advance. Liang Zhao opened the car door for his father, and then asked, "The flight has been delayed a lot. Is this time to take you directly to the meeting place?"

Leaning on the back seat and closing his eyes, Professor Liang nodded.

The distance from the airport to the campus of University A was not too far, and the father and son did not speak a few words along the way.It was not until after getting off the car that Liang Zhao handed over the materials organized in the briefcase to his father.

"I'll pick you up again when the meeting is over, and ask Ah He to have dinner with me later."

Before the good father could answer, a greeting came from behind: "Long time no see, Professor Liang."

Three people approached from under the steps of the school auditorium. The scholar who walked in the front was about five or sixty years old, with slightly spotted hair, but still in good spirits.

Professor He from the Department of Economics and Finance of A University is a well-known figure in the financial circle, and also a good friend of the good father who worked with him more than ten years ago.

"Old He." Seeing old friends again, Professor Liang was in a good mood.

Liang Zhao followed his father forward with his coat in his arms, leaned slightly on his upper body and said "Hi, old man".After greeting the two people who turned their eyes to the back side, they realized that they were both familiar faces.

One of them is Brother Qiao, whom he had known since he was seven or eight years old. The two had learned Go under the same teacher.

And another...

Just looking at this familiar face, Liang Zhao's wrist hidden under his sleeve began to ache.

Today's Ling Xuan is completely different from the last time we met.

There is no cool leather jacket, only a decent white shirt, and the collar button is also meticulously taken care of.Standing quietly beside her mentor, her pupils under the clean black hair are clear, and even her smile is gentle and well-behaved.

If it weren't for his highly recognizable appearance, Liang Zhao would never connect "two irrelevant people" together.

"Is this Liang Zhao?"

Professor He's voice broke the strange atmosphere between the two, but unintentionally opened another delicate topic: "The last time we met, he was still studying. After all these years, it's time to start a family."

It's an eternal topic.

The person concerned pursed his lips and remained silent, Professor Liang slightly raised his eyebrows: "I'm 28 years old, and I'm still single."

After the words fell, Ling Xuan, who was standing opposite, smiled silently, the vivid color from the gossip in his eyes flashed away.

Hearing the old friend's tone, Professor He shook his head leisurely, turned his eyes to the two proud students beside him, and eased the atmosphere, "Is it the same here? It seems that children are not in a hurry to fall in love now."

Professor Liang looked up at Ling Xuan's young face who was only 22, "It's different, your student is still young."

While chatting, a person in charge of the seminar walked out of the auditorium, saw a few people standing opposite each other outside the door, and hurriedly greeted: "Mr. Come in and take your seat."

"Okay, let's go in first. Let the young people arrange it by themselves, and don't need to spend time with them."

Brother Qiao watched the two old men being ushered in by the person in charge, and turned sideways to Liang Zhao.Since staying in school to work, the two haven't seen each other for a long time.

"Let me introduce to you, this is my youngest MF student, Ling Xuan."

"I met it by chance." Liang Zhao stretched out his right arm, which had been buried under his clothes for a long time, and introduced himself politely: "Liang Zhao."

Without the slightest emotion, it is already extremely cold.But Ling Xuan's expression did not change, and he still responded gently with his hand: "Hello."

The other party's actions were obviously scruples, and Liang Zhao felt that his fingertips were only gently touched.

Brother Qiao didn't know about the wrist injury incident, so he found it strange to shake hands like this, and he was stunned for two seconds before returning to his senses and proposing.

"It turns out that you guys know each other too. That's a coincidence. It just so happens that this meeting will take some time. Why don't we go to the tea room near the school and have a sit down, as a way of reminiscing about old times together."

Liang Zhao stood on the steps, followed the joyful sunlight beside Ling Xuan, looked at the lush campus of University A, and nodded his approval.