I listened to my sister's words today.

A quick comparison of the internal structures of both ears revealed that the blood vessels in the left ear were normally distributed, thin but clear.

The blood vessels in the right ear appear sparse and irregular, as if some parts are underdeveloped.

He tapped the screen a few times with his fingertips, zooming in on the scene, his eyes becoming more serious.

A vague sense of unease rose in my chest.

Jiang Ling's gaze shifted from the screen back to the little guy. He already had some guesses in his mind, but he still held on to the last glimmer of hope.

He quickly walked to the locker and took out a small sound device.

This thing is designed with extreme precision and can emit high-frequency sound waves to test auditory responses.

After adjusting the device, I placed it close to the little guy's upright left ear.

As soon as the high-frequency sound rang out, the little guy immediately shook his ears alertly, and even scratched his head with his front paws impatiently, and then buried his head in his little paws.

Jiang Ling pursed her lips into a straight line, calmed down, and walked around to the other side, placing the device close to her half-bent right ear.

This time, there was no response.

Frowning, he adjusted the device slightly, moved closer, and made the sound again.

The little guy still didn't move, as if his ear couldn't pick up any signal at all.

Jiang Ling's heartbeat suddenly quickened, and she felt a heavy premonition pressing on her chest.

Unwilling to give up, Jiang Ling leaned forward again, trying to confirm whether it was because of insufficient volume or wrong angle.

Bring the device closer to your ear, almost touching it.

At this moment, the little guy suddenly moved - but not because of the reaction of the right ear, but because the left ear caught the sound.

He shook his head impatiently, his pricked ears twitching slightly in irritation.

At the same time, the little guy kicked his legs impatiently, and his movements were so fast that he almost kicked over the tray on the edge of the examination table.

The small tools in the tray made a clattering sound and were about to fall to the ground. Jiang Ling was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and stepped forward to catch them steadily.

He put down the tray and looked at the unresponsive ear again. The uneasiness in his heart gradually turned into a certainty.

He picked up the examination report and X-ray film, pondered for a moment, and murmured: "Is this the consequence of premature birth?"

Thinking that it was getting late, Jiang Ling gently picked up the little guy who was sleeping on the examination table.

The warmth in his arms softened her heart.

However, just as he held it firmly, the small body suddenly twisted in a flash of light and shadow and returned to human form.

The weight in his arms suddenly sank, and Jiang Ling subconsciously hugged him tighter. He lowered his head and called out gently, "Yiruo?"

Unexpectedly, when Yun Yiruo opened her pair of eyes, one blue and one red, there was still confusion and fatigue on her face that had not completely dissipated.

But he raised his head and leaned forward without any hesitation and kissed her on the cheek with a "pa".

The voice was childish, with the softness of just waking up: "Sister, I'm hungry..."

This soft plea instantly touched Jiang Ling's heart. She couldn't help but chuckle and ruffled the little guy's messy hair with one hand: "You just woke up and you're already thinking about eating?"

As she spoke, she lifted Yun Yiru up into her arms with a little force. Her movements were light and skillful, as if she was already used to this kind of service.

Yun Yiruo pouted, but was not annoyed.

Her small hands tightly hugged Jiang Ling's neck, and her nose gently rubbed the other's shoulder. There was a hint of nasal sound in her coquettish voice: "I want to eat~."

Jiang Ling's heart had already turned into a gentle lake, but she still pretended to be serious on her face. She kissed the tip of the little guy's nose in a doting tone: "Okay, but I'll bring it to you later, okay?"

Unexpectedly, Yun Yiruo seized on this conversation, buried her face in the crook of her neck, and asked sullenly, "Sister, don't you want to sleep with me?"

Jiang Ling patted her back gently, her tone gentle and a bit coaxing: "I won't sleep with you today, how about sleeping with your mother today?"

As soon as the words fell, the little guy raised his head as if his tail was stepped on, pouted his lips, and retorted in a baby voice.

"No! Can mom, me, and my sister sleep together? The three of us can sleep together..."

Jiang Ling was amused by these sudden words. Her laughter was as clear as a bell, with some helplessness and doting: "You little brat, you really know how to bargain."

She tapped Yun Yiruo's forehead and said, "Be good and sleep with you tomorrow, okay?"

Yun Yiruo covered the tip of her nose that had just been kissed with her small hand, and that place still seemed to be a little itchy.

Muttering softly: "Okay..."

At this time, the lights in the lounge were dim. Luo's mother had just finished a call, holding the phone tightly, with a hint of fatigue in her eyes.

Leaning on the bed, thoughts were swirling.

The sea breeze blew occasionally outside the window, bringing a little chill, but it was not enough to cover up the worries in her heart.

The image of the child kept appearing in her mind, and that innocent little face always made her heart soft as water.

Suddenly, a gentle knock on the door broke the silence. Luo's mother was startled, her eyes quickly cast towards the door, her heartbeat slightly quickening.

Almost like a conditioned reflex, he stood up from the bed and walked towards the door step by step, his steps eager but also cautious.

As the door opened, I saw that familiar little face, and the childish voice called out anxiously, "Mom!"

Luo's mother's eyes were filled with tears, and she immediately bent down and hugged the child who came to her with open arms tightly, as if she wanted to melt her into her own bones and blood.

The warm little body had a hint of coolness, but it filled her heart instantly.

“Come Ruoruo!”

Jiang Ling, who was standing nearby, handed over the medical report in her hand and whispered, "The report is all here. The remaining part is still being tested. The results will be available tomorrow."

"Also, the milk in this bottle is a little cold. I'll go heat it up and bring it over later."

Luo's mother nodded, gratitude flashing in her eyes: "Okay, thank you for your hard work, President Jiang."

Holding the child, he took a step back, still reluctant to let go.

The two exchanged a few more words in a low voice, and a complex yet warm atmosphere filled the air.

After Luo's mother watched Jiang Ling leave, she held the child and coaxed him softly, "Let's go back to the room and let Mommy tell you a story, okay?"

Outside the door, Jiang Ling stood there holding a cold bottle of milk, looking at the half-open door with complicated eyes.

I was hoping to hear the little guy say "goodbye" sweetly.

But that heartless guy turned around and ran away without even looking back.

Jiang Ling shook his head, with a helpless smile on his lips, and turned away.

At the end of the corridor, her slender figure was reflected in the glass door of the restaurant.

When I pushed the door open and walked in, the restaurant was empty, with only the occasional sound of pots and pans colliding coming from the kitchen.

When the head chef saw her coming, he quickly put down his work and came forward: "Master, what can I help you with?"

Jiang Ling raised the bottle in her hand and said simply, "Find a bigger bowl and heat up this bottle of milk."

The head chef responded and went to search the cupboards for suitable utensils.

However, Jiang Ling's eyes fell on the pressure cooker beside him.