Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Jingzhi also held the bowl and looked at Lin Zheng pitifully:

"Doctor Lin, can I just have some peanuts? Dried radish or some pickles, or even some salt."

"Pfft."

Suddenly, a suppressed chuckle came from the door.

Azhi covered her mouth, and her delicate eyebrows curved into beautiful arcs.

She tugged at Lin Zheng's sleeve and said coquettishly:

"Dad, she's been eating tasteless glutinous rice porridge for several meals in a row. It's time to let her have some vegetables."

Lin Zheng paused, turned back to look at Jingzhi, and said seriously:

"Pickled vegetables are not nutritious, and fried peanuts are hard for you to digest. I'll stir-fry some vegetables for you."

Jingzhi twitched his eyebrows, pursed his lips, and muttered softly:

"Okay."

Okay?

Such a forced tone...

Lin Zheng felt as if he had grasped one of her preferences.

She probably doesn't like vegetables.

Lin Zheng nodded and turned to leave.

Azhi took the opportunity to squeeze in and closed the door, leaving only a crack to look outside.

Seeing her father turn and go into the kitchen, and hearing the sound of the gas stove being turned on, she felt relieved, turned around, took out a cell phone from her pocket and handed it to Jingzhi.

He whispered, "Here, your phone is charged. It kept ringing. It was... your colleague calling."

"Who is it?" Jingzhi shook off the water droplets on his hands, took it, and sat up slightly.

"I don't know him." Ah Zhi sat on the small stool next to the bathtub, cupping her face and looking at Xiaoyu, who was standing there in punishment, then at Jingzhi, recalling, "He had a very gentle male voice, and I could tell he was good-looking the moment I heard him."

Jingzhi was choked by her words, and then smiled with a shallow dimple, "Appearance is judged by the eyes, I don't believe you can tell by hearing."

"Who said that?" She raised her chin towards the kitchen. "My dad always speaks in a serious manner. He sounds like he has a stern and scary face."

"Old-fashioned and scary?" Jingzhi murmured softly, "Not really."

As she spoke, she finally unlocked her phone.

The moment the screen lit up, the 20+ message prompts made her eyebrows twitch.

She clicked on the text message and saw the greeting messages from Xie Yao and several colleagues he got along well with, and a warm feeling surged in her heart.

Except for Xie Yao, although several other colleagues usually call her a little crazy, it seems that they still care about her.

She raised her lips and replied to every message carefully.

When it was Xie Yao's turn, she hesitated for a moment, afraid of giving him too many hints. She bit her lip and slowly typed out three words:

【I'm fine】

After replying to all the messages, Jingzhi, who had nothing to do, suddenly noticed that there was an unread text message at the bottom of the inbox.

Curiously, she gently pulled down with her thumb, and an unfamiliar number appeared before her eyes.

The content of the text message was polite, but somewhat puzzling to her:

[Hello, I start working at 8: in the morning. You can come earlier when there are fewer people.]

Jingzhi looked at the phone number over and over again. She left the note for A Bing.

At this time, Jingzhi was not sure whether the text message was sent by A Bing or A Zhi.

She didn't think it was Lin Zheng at all.

After all, Lin Zheng was too serious and looked like a master, and it didn't look like he would take the initiative to send her a text message.

Puzzled, she tilted her phone screen towards Azhi and asked, "Did you send this?"

There was a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

"No." Azhi said, leaning over to take a look, and his expression suddenly became a little strange.

Her dad is such a jerk.

I only replied to her with four words, and replied to Jingzhi with this long string of words, with all the punctuation marks and such a polite tone, huh.

She pouted, "This is my dad's number. He..."

"Squeak~"

The door was opened a little, and Lin Zheng was standing at the door holding a tray. His face was hidden in the intersection of light, and his expression was a little unclear.

However, Azhi still noticed the slightly downward curve of her father's mouth.

So he quickly shrank his neck, closed his mouth and stood up.

"Well, that..." Her eyes rolled and she said quickly, "A very handsome man called her!"

After reporting to Lin Zheng, Azhi ran away!

The air was silent for a moment.

Jingzhi was lowering her eyes, thinking about what Azhi had just said.

It's so strange that Lin Zheng actually took the initiative to send her a text message.

Could it be... because her case is so unique, he can't wait to see her as soon as possible?

Just as she was thinking, Xiaoyu, who was not a human, also noticed that the atmosphere was not right. She kept moving her little feet behind the half-open door, intending to hide herself in the shadow behind the door.

Lin Zheng was slow to come in, and Jingzhi looked up in confusion.

His face was calm, but something seemed to be surging in his deep eyes.

Jingzhi began to feel inexplicably guilty.

After feeling guilty for just a few seconds, she tilted her head slightly again.

There was nothing between her and him. At most, it was just an ordinary social relationship between a patient and a doctor. So what if a man called her?

Just at this moment, someone happened to call, and Jingzhi answered the phone without thinking.

A slightly soft and elegant voice came through her cell phone and spread throughout the bathroom.

Lin Zhenggang raised his foot and slowly dropped it back to the ground.

Her fingers gripped the dinner plate tighter and tighter, and she pursed her lips as she looked at the call on her phone.

"Hey, Jingjing, are you really okay? Why didn't you answer my calls from yesterday to today?"

Behind the shadow of the door, a cold light suddenly flashed in Lin Zheng's dark eyes.

Haha, Jingjing, has he always called her that, or did he deliberately call her that after learning that she was recuperating here with him?

Lin Zheng lowered his eyes, looked at the plate of emerald green lettuce on the tray, and gritted his teeth secretly.

How would she answer?

Jingzhi glanced at him, raised her right hand to slightly cover the microphone, and whispered:

"How many times have I told you, please call me Xiaolin."

The person on the other end of the phone fell silent, as if silently rejecting him.

Jingzhi rolled her eyes secretly. Seeing Lin Zheng stepping in, she quickly sped up her speech and lowered her voice:

"Could you please ask for two more days off for me? Something happened here, and I don't think I can return to work so soon."

Xie Yao: "Are you injured? Are you at Lin Zheng's place? I'll come pick you up."

This is not a question, but an affirmation.

Jingzhi, who wanted to hang up the phone immediately, was stunned.

Lin Zheng had already sat down in front of her and picked up the glutinous rice porridge beside her and kept stirring it.

The expressionless face is full of oppression.

Jingzhi's hand holding the phone began to sweat nervously.

She pointed at the phone towards Lin Zheng, laughed silently, and asked Xie Yao hesitantly:

"How... did you know I was injured?"

An awkward laugh suddenly came from the other end of the phone, "Jingzhi, this is Aqi. When you texted me just now... Doctor Xie was right next to me..."

Xie Yao's tone left no room for doubt. "Alright, no need to say more. I'll come pick you up now."

"beep…………"

The sound of the phone being disconnected, along with the slight click of Lin Zheng placing the tray on the high stool beside him, made her eyelids jump.

Jingzhi put the phone obediently into Lin Zheng's outstretched right hand.

She had never been so self-conscious before. She retracted her hand, tilted her head back, and let the slightly hot glutinous rice water flow to her chin.

But after lying down, she felt that she was afraid of him and it was very embarrassing, and she didn't owe him anything.

Then he sat up straight with a loud noise, raised his head, chest and chin, as if he wanted to suppress Lin Zheng in terms of momentum.

Lin Zheng's calm expression seemed like the calm before the storm. He lowered his eyes and glanced at the phone in his hand.

He said in a deep voice to Xiaoyu, who was hiding in the corner,

"Take your two tomatoes and go eat them outside. Please close the door."

Although Xiaoyu knew that Lin Zheng could not beat him, he still gave Lin Zheng face and walked over from behind the door.

He was quite familiar with this scene. His mother was beautiful. Even after she married Lin Jiu, some outsiders who didn't know Lin Jiu would find excuses to visit the charity cemetery from time to time. At that time, his father's expression was as grumpy as Lin Zheng's now.

He held a fresh red tomato with water droplets in one hand and earnestly advised Jingzhi, who looked proud:

"Uncle Qiu Sheng said that when necessary, we must learn to be humble, otherwise we will suffer a great loss."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out.

Jingzhi didn't know who he was talking about. Looking at Lin Zheng, who was silent and stood straight, she felt inexplicably uneasy.

So he threw away the little snake on his body and quickly stood up, "Hey, don't go, I'm going out to eat too."

As soon as she took a step, he grabbed her wet hand.

"Lie back."

The frosted glass door was slowly closed by the cold-blooded Xiaoyu.