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Wu Han was beaten so badly that his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he also needed to go to the hospital for an examination.

The teaching director wanted to ask Zhou Qingluo for help, and also took Wu Han to check it out, and brother Qian's father came over.

Without looking at Brother Qian, he walked up to Wu Han, took out a thick stack of money and handed it to him: "Little classmate, are these selfish enough?"

Everyone was stunned.

Wu Han stood where he was, pursed his lips and did not speak.

Seeing that Wu Han didn't respond, he pulled out a few more, "Is it all right?"

The dean couldn't stand it anymore, "Father Li Qian..."

Zhou Qingluo couldn't stand it anymore, and came back again, "Hey, sir, what's the matter with you? Your son hurt someone like this. You don't apologize, and you don't greet, that's it?"

Zhou Qingluo took a glance and saw Wu Han holding the hem of his clothes tightly, staring at the stack of money in a daze.

Zhou Qingluo glanced at Wu Han's shoes, the surroundings had already started to come off.

Wu Han is short of money, he wants money.

Zhou Qingluo was silent for a while, and then said: "Your son also hurt my friend. We don't want money. We are not selfish. Your son's visit to the police station is a deal. If you don't teach him how to behave, let the police uncle teach him."

There are police officers and teachers. No matter how ugly Li Qian's father looked, he tried hard to keep the peace on the surface. "Yes, yes, okay, let's go, let's go to the hospital first."

He put away the money, and Wu Han's eyes darkened.

Zhou Qingluo said to Wu Han: "Go to the hospital for an examination, they will definitely have to pay, don't worry."

Li Qian's father: "..." Where did the nosy thing come from?

Wu Han's eyes lit up, "Thank you brother."

"you are welcome."

Song Ling pulled him aside and looked at Wu Han with cold eyes.

Everyone was going to the hospital, but Song Ling didn't want to go to the hospital, so everyone couldn't help it, so he left first.

Only Zhou Qingluo and Song Ling were left in place.

"Zhou Qingluo, is Wu Han your own brother?"

"No, I don't know."

"Then why do you care about him so much and treat him so well?"

"?"

"Or do you treat everyone like this? Want to help the poor when you see it?" Just like he did to him at that time, stand up for him in front of the Song family, and soften his heart to him time and time again.

Zhou Qingluo looked at him speechlessly, "Citizens have the obligation to report illegal activities, let alone me, let's talk about you, Song Ling."

Song Ling was startled.

This was the first time Zhou Qingluo called his name.

Although he was talking in a low voice, he felt inexplicably uneasy, like when he was mischievous in the orphanage when he was a child, and when he was called by the dean's mother, he felt guilty and anxious, but there was also a faint pride in being cared and missed.

This feeling is really long gone.

"Why did you pass the knife to Brother Qian?"

"The police station is 2.3 kilometers away from here, and No. 2.4 Middle School is [-] kilometers away from here. After calculating the time, the teacher and the police can almost see him wounding people with a knife."

"You really did it on purpose."

Song Ling didn't speak.

"Song Ling, you told me before that you wouldn't joke about your own life."

He looked at Zhou Qingluo's slightly frowning brows, and compromised: "I was wrong, and I won't do it again."

Zhou Qingluo smiled, "Okay."

When Song Ling was crazy, he was used to the revenge tactics of killing others together, so it was a bit difficult for him to cherish his body like a normal person all of a sudden.

"But can you stop being so nice to others, especially Wu Han?"

No one has ever been nice to him, but when the first one appears, he will mistakenly think that this is all the warmth and light in the world.

Just like himself.

But it was different, he didn't meet Zhou Qingluo.

"I am acting bravely."

"..." The last time Zhou Qingluo dragged him down from the rooftop, he said the same thing.

Song Ling didn't want to think about it deeply.

"Zhou Qingluo, you call me by my name, it's so nice, please call me again."

Regarding Song Ling's shameless remarks, Zhou Qingluo had already automatically blocked it, treating him as if he was talking to himself.

Song Ling: "No?"

Zhou Qingluo thought to himself, maybe everyone's words are conserved, if you say more here, you will say less there.

Song Ling cherishes his words like gold in front of others, and he can't say a fart for a long time, but when he comes to him, he chatters endlessly.

"If you don't want to call, then call brother."

"?"

"You can call me brother."

"..." Let him coquettish alone, and wink at him as if you lose.

"Could it be that you want to call me Dad?"

Zhou Qingluo couldn't bear it anymore, "Get lost!"

Song Ling chuckled, and said solemnly: "If you don't shout, I'll build an app, take a photo and upload it, and I can identify their registration information on various platforms, get their ID number, phone number, and even payment password. Will it be fun? As for the man just now, once he takes a photo, he will have all kinds of information."

"I can't do this. If it breaks the law, let's hand over the bad guys to 110. It's not your turn."

Hearing this, Zhou Qingluo shook his head faster than a rattle. Once Song Ling went crazy, he would really do it. The key is that he would really do it.

Song Ling raised his eyebrows indiscriminately, "I'll just play around."

"If you really want to study it, you can study an app, input the horoscope of your birthday, and get out tomorrow's fortune and transshipment methods, which are better than this."

"What can that do?"

"After the app becomes popular, you can watch Fortune Forecast for free, and the transfer method needs to be filled with vip. Oh, you can also accept advertisements. It is not illegal, but it can also make money. It kills two birds with one stone. Isn't it better than getting an ID card and a phone number? Numbers are just a string of numbers after all. That’s all, it won’t change the balance.”

Song Ling couldn't help but laugh.

"Zhou Qingluo, do you like money so much?"

"You don't like it?"

"Things outside the body, I don't like it very much."

Zhou Qingluo probably knows why most of the rich second-generation spend money like water, and they are not stingy, and of course they don't cherish the things they get without any effort.

"You don't like money because you don't earn it yourself."

"?"

Zhou Qingluo was wondering if his tone of voice was too strong, and if it would hurt Song Ling's self-esteem too much.

After all, Song Ling's expression at this time was particularly unbelievable, as if the depths of his soul had suffered an unprecedented blow.

However, only when you hit the bottom can you rebound. Now he should continue to shake Song Ling's soul and make him realize the importance of independence.

"You'll soon like money, though, and you'll soon be earning it yourself."

Sure enough, Song Ling was shocked and looked at him with interest, as if he had developed a strong interest in making money.

Zhou Qingluo chased after the victory: "I have inquired about it. A hacker of your level starts with an annual salary of at least 50. If you don't drive such a good car and own such a big coffee shop, your life will still be very nourishing. You can't get by. In a few years, you can buy a house of your own.”

Zhou Qingluo believed that as long as Song Ling was busy, he would have no time to be depressed.

Song Ling finally responded, "50?"

"Yes, if you do well, you will get a raise in salary. All jobs are like this. If you have never worked, you may not know."

Song Ling chuckled and rubbed Zhou Qingluo's head, "Zhou Qingluo, why do you have so many weird ideas in your mind."

Song Ling left after speaking.

Zhou Qingluo: "?" Isn't this the thinking that a normal young man should have?

It seems that Song Ling is not yet mentally prepared to enter the society and take part in work.

The road is long and difficult, and it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality!

Zhou Qingluo quickly followed him, "I'm going to the hospital to bandage my wound."

Song Ling didn't want to go to the hospital, he looked at the wound and said, "It's okay, the bleeding is gone, I don't want to go, go back and wash it."

Zhou Qingluo: "Let's go disinfect and bandage it, and get a tetanus shot."

"That knife is stainless steel."

"The wound is seriously infected and requires amputation."

"Cut it off."

"..." It seems that I am really tired of living.

Zhou Qingluo was silent for a few seconds, thinking that a stubborn person should be rescued with a unique technique.

"What if the knife was just used to shave the toe nails, and brother Qian's feet happened to have athlete's foot..."

Song Ling didn't go any further, Zhou Qingluo pretended to go forward, "You go back and wash it casually, it should be able to get rid of it, it's just athlete's foot, it's fine, let's go."

Song Ling stopped a car with a sullen face, and got in first.

Zhou Qingluo also sat in and asked intentionally, "Aren't you going back to wash it? You don't even want to wash it, so go directly to the police station?"

Song Ling rolled his eyes to look at him, and said to the driver, "Century Minglang Hospital."

It took Zhou Qingluo a lot of effort to hold back his laughter.

Knowing Song Ling for so long, it was the first time he saw Song Ling roll his eyes and have the temper of a normal person.

Guan Minglang was quite shocked to see that Song Ling came to the hospital for treatment with such a small wound.

Song Ling began to have a desire to survive, and was he regretting his life?

Guan Minglang was really curious, so he ordered other doctors to clean and bandage Song Ling, and then dragged Zhou Qingluo to the office to find out the situation.

The last time Song Ling brought him to the hospital to see the dermatology department, the psychiatrist's intuition told him that Song Ling's condition might be a breakthrough in him.

Guan Minglang: "It was really Song Ling who came to bandage him on his own initiative?"

Zhou Qingluo nodded: "Yes."

"It shouldn't be. He is someone who would rather have his limb amputated than go to the hospital."

Zhou Qingluo was quite surprised: "How do you know?"

"Let me introduce myself formally, Guan Minglang, Song Ling's psychiatrist, nice to meet you."

Guan Minglang stretched out his hand towards him, and Zhou Qingluo froze in place. It turned out that the doctor Xiaoguan mentioned by the director of the orphanage was Guan Minglang.

Guan Minglang: "Are you so shocked?"

Zhou Qingluo tidied up his expression and said with a smile, "It's a little bit."

"So can you tell me how you persuaded him to bandage?"

Zhou Qingluo was a little embarrassed, "I saw that he usually has a slight obsession with cleanliness, so he said some disgusting things, saying that this knife shaved toenails with beriberi and the like."

As a psychiatrist with very good psychological qualities, Guan Minglang couldn't help but let out a laugh.

Zhou Qingluo was even more embarrassed. After all, he was relatively weak and sick in his last life. Doctors pulled him back from hell many times, so when he saw people in white coats, they always respected them.

Guan Minglang laughed enough, and continued to ask: "Then why did his hand get hurt?"

Zhou Qingluo: "We were going to have supper. We saw a group of high school students bullying a high school student. We went up to stop it. Unexpectedly, the leader was carrying a knife, so he was injured."

When Guan Minglang heard this, his expression became serious.

Zhou Qingluo couldn't help but straighten his back.

Guan Minglang frowned and asked seriously: "Did Song Ling do any extreme actions?"

Zhou Qingluo opened his mouth, thinking of Song Ling's icy blade on the juvenile's neck artery, and that he offered to hand the knife to someone, so he didn't speak.

Guan Minglang smiled and said, "I'm not an investigator, I'm a psychiatrist, so you have to tell the truth."

Zhou Qingluo took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly, "Is Song Ling seriously ill?"

Guan Minglang took off his glasses, looked straight at Zhou Qingluo, and said solemnly: "If he dies, it will be very dangerous. It will be destructive to the whole world and to himself. His normal behavior now is just pretending. Once he is slightly stimulated , it is very dangerous."

Zhou Qingluo swallowed lightly, as if he had received a notice of critical illness.

Of course he knew it was dangerous, and it was not like he didn't know what earth-shattering things Song Ling was going to do in the future.

Zhou Qingluo told Guan Minglang what happened today, how Song Ling used a knife to hold someone back, and how he provoked someone to pass a knife to someone. He explained in great detail.

Guan Minglang laughed after listening, "I thought it was a big deal, his reaction is normal."

"?"

"He also suffered similar violence when he was a teenager. It is understandable to have such a reaction. It is not too extreme that he did not stab the man to kill him."

"..."

Guan Minglang spoke calmly, and Zhou Qingluo thumped in his heart, no wonder he had such a complicated expression when he pressed the knife against Brother Qian's aorta.

Zhou Qingluo: "Then what can I do?"

Guan Minglang smiled mysteriously: "No need, just do what you want, and care about him more."

"..." Is this psychiatrist really professional? "Don't you need to instill some chicken soup in him? For example, what you are born with must be useful, you only have one life, and if you miss it, you will never have it again?"

Guan Minglang suppressed a smile, "That's fine, you see the situation."

Zhou Qingluo nodded solemnly.

At this time, Guan Minglang's mobile phone received the third text message from the debridement doctor.

【Dean Guan, I can't hold back anymore. It took me half an hour to bandage the wound. It's obviously because of my lack of professional ability. I will be fired by Boss Song immediately. He has already gone to find you. 】

Before Guan Minglang could reply to the text message, the door of the dean's office was pushed open.

Song Ling came in with a dark face, "What is the debridement doctor doing if he doesn't fire him? It takes half an hour to treat a wound?"

Guan Minglang: "It's an intern, it's unavoidable to be clumsy."

"You asked the intern to debride me?"

"What's the matter? You still want to wash and wash casually. Is the intern doctor better than you?"

Song Ling's expression at this time was almost slapped on the forehead with the words 'you are a big idiot'.

He blinked and looked at Zhou Qingluo: "Qingluo, you don't need to tell him about the things between us in the future."

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

Guan Minglang: "..." This face changed a little too quickly.

Song Ling pulled Zhou Qingluo up from the chair to block behind him, and asked Guan Minglang with displeasure, "What did you ask him to do here?"

"Ask why you are willing to come to the hospital."

He turned his head and asked Zhou Qingluo: "Have you told him everything?"

Zhou Qingluo: "I told you that there might be athlete's foot on the knife."

Song Ling: "..."

Guan Minglang suppressed his laughter.

Song Ling sneered, "Did he tell you that I was sick and asked you to persuade me to cooperate with the treatment?"

Zhou Qingluo shook his head, "No, he told me that when your mouth is dishonest, you should be angry, don't be polite."

Song Ling: "..."

Guan Minglang: "..."

Song Ling gave Guan Minglang a warning look, and dragged Zhou Qingluo out.

When the two walked out the door, Guan Minglang raised his eyebrows. Maybe Zhou Qingluo, a slightly funny man who didn't know it, might be Song Ling's savior.

Coming out of Guan Minglang's hospital, Zhou Qingluo's mood was very complicated. He didn't know what Guan Minglang meant. He told him that Song Ling had a mental illness, but he didn't say what to do.

He has no experience at all with such a person, how can he look at it.

Judging from Song Ling's attitude towards Guan Minglang, it can be seen that he is now more shy about diseases and doctors than Duke Huan of Qi.

But mental health knowledge and chicken soup for the soul have always been his knowledge blind spots.

It seems that it needs to be supplemented.

It is said that listening to Buddhist music can calm the mind and cleanse the soul, but it is not known whether it is true or not.

Song Ling picked up Guan Minglang's car and white shirt, and was about to go to the police station to take notes. Seeing Zhou Qingluo's thoughtful expression, he pushed Zhou Qingluo's head.

Zhou Qingluo came back to his senses, and the plan in his mind to arrange for Song Ling to be ordained as a monk was stranded.

Song Ling asked directly: "Did Guan Minglang tell you that my spiritual world is about to be shattered, so what actions will I do to endanger society?"

Zhou Qingluo was startled, and then asked with a serious expression: "Ah? Is it about to shatter? Is it so serious?"

Song Ling was also taken aback: "Of course it's not that serious."

"How serious is that?"

"..." He was actually taken into the ditch by Zhou Qingluo.

When the two walked to the parking lot, Song Ling sighed softly, and said seriously to Zhou Qingluo, "Don't believe Guan Minglang's words, isn't that what doctors do, they think the worst of everything."

Zhou Qingluo also said to him seriously: "If you don't listen to the doctor, the worst may happen."

If the development of the previous plot was followed, Song Ling would be able to spend Qingming now.

Song Ling regretted bringing Zhou Qingluo to see Guan Minglang, and after glancing at him helplessly, he walked towards the garage.

Zhou Qingluo followed behind relentlessly, "He didn't say that your spiritual world would be shattered, he just said that you would go crazy."

Song Ling remained silent and quickened his pace.

"Song Ling, have you ever seen a madman go crazy? It's terrible, unkempt, pale, clutching his throat, rolling dead fish eyes, lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth."

Song Ling: "...that's poisoning."

"That's lying on the ground and rolling around, cursing, not distinguishing between humans and animals, talking crazy, maybe even revealing my hidden disease, bank card password, secret crush, etc.."

Song Ling couldn't bear it anymore, opened the passenger door, stuffed the person in, slammed the door, and warned in a low voice: "Zhou Qingluo, if you say another word, I'll seal your mouth with tape."

After Song Ling finished speaking, his brows raised, as if his mouth was sealed with tape. Seeing him tearfully begging for mercy but unable to cry out, it seemed good.

Zhou Qingluo: "..." A certain person has gone mad, there is no need to save him.

It was almost noon when Zhou Qingluo and Song Ling finished taking notes from the police station.

By the time they went to the hospital to bandage their wounds, the police had already invited all the students who had run away to the police station.

When I asked, under the double pressure of the dean and the police, Brother Qian recruited all the younger brothers.

So Zhou Qingluo saw a scene of internal strife, the brothers who used to stab each other in the ribs were stabbing each other twice in the ribs.

That burly boy: "Yang Qian, I didn't expect this kind of person! It's so dishonest!"

Yang Qian, who doesn't talk too much, couldn't stand it anymore, and said angrily: "I didn't expect you to be this kind of person, who can run faster than rabbits."

"Uncle policeman, Yang Qian not only bullied his classmates, but also colluded with gangsters in the society to rob middle school students."

Yang Qian didn't lose either: "Which one of you didn't get the money you got? I didn't get it alone."

Zhou Qingluo: "..." The seemingly cohesive gang is actually a mess.

After the two parties finished speaking, they were silent at the same time, with grief and indignation on their faces, perhaps because they felt that their worship at the bridgehead one day was in vain.

The next step is to greet the ancestors and scold each other. How pious they are when they worship, how resentful they are at this time.

"A fool would recognize someone like you as a big brother!"

"Excuse me? The speed you slid just now, are you doing something?"

Zhou Qingluo listened to the second student's speech: "..."

The policemen saw that they were minors, and they mainly focused on teaching, and persuaded them softly, "Be quiet, be quiet, this is not a place for quarreling."

The personality of the two-year-old boy did not listen to persuasion and continued to scold each other.

The dean couldn't bear it anymore, and slapped the table and shouted: "Shut up! Go back and write a [-]-word self-criticism! Another [-]-word quarrel, and if you quarrel again, you will go back to school hand in hand!"

Those who made a fuss were immediately quiet as chickens.

Everyone: "..."

With the dean's yell, the recording went much smoother and ended soon.

Zhou Qingluo walked out of the police station and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Song Ling: "What are you laughing at?"

"Look at them, they all look awesome on the surface, but they are just paper tigers. There is no need to be afraid, right?"

Song Ling didn't smile, but said calmly: "Because we stand from the perspective of adults and bystanders, not the victims of violence."

Zhou Qingluo was taken aback, but didn't know how to answer the conversation. Although Song Ling looked calm, Zhou Qingluo could feel that he was not in a good mood, and it seemed that bad memories had been brought back to him.

It's time to find a way to divert his attention.

Zhou Qingluo handed over a Bluetooth headset, "Want to listen to music together?"

Song Ling looked at the bluetooth headset that Zhou Qingluo handed over, and found it quite strange.

Listening to the same song with the same pair of earphones is common in school days. At that time, they all used wired earphones, and the earphones were divided into left and right. They liked to listen to each other at the same table. Almost.

Song Ling had never listened to a song with anyone, and he had been sitting in the last row of the classroom without a deskmate.

Zhou Qingluo: "When I'm in a bad mood, I like to listen to music for entertainment."

Song Ling raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and stuffed the earphones into his ears.

It can transmit the six pure Sanskrit sounds.

"Zhou Qingluo?? What is this??"

For the first time, Zhou Qingluo saw a cracked expression on Song Ling's face.

"The Great Compassion Curse."

"........."

"Don't like it? Then listen to "Tomorrow Will Be Better"?"

"Listen to yourself."

Song Ling angrily returned the earphones to Zhou Qingluo, raised his legs and strode forward.

Zhou Qingluo trotted and followed, "Hey, slow down, wait for me, what song do you like? How about "Red Sun"? Even if fate threatens you that life is not interesting, don't cry and feel sad, let alone give up that song?"

Zhou Qingluo chanted and began to sing.

/don't cry sad/

/Let's not give up/

/I would like to be with you forever/

Song Ling stopped, turned around and looked at Zhou Qingluo who was playing tricks all the way, couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

Zhou Qingluo also laughed, feeling a little smug in his heart. As a former sand sculpture blogger, there is no one in the world who can't make fun of him.

No!have!

Once this person is proud, he tends to drift away easily. It was rare for Song Ling to smile so heartily, and subconsciously hoped that he would laugh longer.

Zhou Qingluo: "Also, this dean is too funny. I can't imagine so many boys going back to school holding hands. Can you imagine? It's so strange."

Zhou Qingluo laughed out loud at the picture he made up in his brain, but he didn't see Song Ling looking at him with deeper eyes.

Song Ling grabbed Zhou Qingluo's hand and gently squeezed his fingertips.

"Can you imagine?"