Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Jingzhi pushed Lin Zheng's hand away and gently patted his face:

"I'm also not very good at saying corny things, so please give me some face."

As she spoke, she opened the handle of the suitcase, stood up and walked out the door.

"Do you really want to leave?"

Lin Zheng held her hand, frowned, and couldn't stop feeling regretful.

Now that's great. I didn't even ask her the question, but I forced her to leave.

Jingzhi turned around, gently brushed his hand away, and sighed, "I don't know what you are thinking now, but it is definitely not what you think now."

She stood at the door and pointed downstairs.

"I've been in your house long enough. I can't stay here any longer without any shame."

"Besides, it's not realistic to ask me to live with Azhi."

"You can stay in the guest room." Lin Zheng immediately suggested. As he said that, he squeezed out of the door and headed for the guest room. "I'll go clean it up."

Downstairs, the patient and Ah Zhi were talking again, and Ah Zhi called out softly:

"Dad, are you free? Come down and help me."

Jingzhi quickly pulled him back and said, "Hey, stop cleaning up. We still need you downstairs."

As she spoke, she pointed at the wet hem of his waist and said, "Hurry up and change your clothes and go downstairs."

Lin Zheng stared at her persistently and pursed his lips. "Are you sure you want to go back?"

"Sure." Jingzhi shrugged and said, "Even if we are really boyfriend and girlfriend now, I still have to go home and live."

...

Before entering the room, Lin Zheng hesitated again and again, but he couldn't help but stop. He turned his head slightly and asked:

"Jingzhi, what does the kiss just now mean to you?"

She smiled and asked back, "What about you? What does it mean to you?"

"Me?" He turned his head and looked her straight in the eye. "You should have heard what I said. I never say empty words, and I never go back on my words."

He added seriously, "I meant what I said to Xie Yao."

She was stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly a brilliant smile broke out on her pale face. She winked at him playfully and threw him a strange, winking look, "Me too!"

“…Heh.” Lin Zheng shook his head and smiled helplessly.

She still loves to play.

However, since it was said in a joking tone, he didn't know whether to believe it or not.

better than nothing.

Lin Zheng finally let her go and went back to his room to change clothes.

Looking at the closed door, Jingzhi put away her smile, sighed softly, and turned to walk downstairs.

The sound of the box's wheels gradually faded away, and suddenly his anxious voice came from the room:

"You're injured, how can you drive yourself? Wait downstairs first, I'll ask Aren to take you home later."

"No rush." ​​Jingzhi stood at the stairs and said in the direction of his room, "I haven't talked to Xiaojiang...that kid yet."

After standing at the stairs for a few seconds and hearing him hum softly, Jingzhi walked downstairs.

……

When we were almost downstairs, Xiaoyu, who was sharp-eyed and sharp-eared, came to greet us immediately. He had just finished eating and was holding two more tomatoes in his hands.

Xiaoyu looked at Jingzhi's expression and raised the tomato in her hand carefully towards her:

"Mom, this is Ren..."

"Wait, wait!" Jingzhi interrupted him, pinching her brows. "I'm not your mother, and besides, didn't you always call me mother before?"

Xiaoyu pointed to the TV hanging on the wall behind Jingzhi and said, "The person in the small box said that modern people call their mothers 'mom'."

Jingzhi closed her eyes, threw the suitcase on the stairs in front of her, and looked at him leisurely.

"First of all, I'm not your mother. Secondly, come here and don't steal food."

As she said that, she pulled Xiaoyu's arm and led her to the kitchen.

Xia Youren smiled, folded his arms, and leaned against the wall, watching.

The sound of their conversation gradually drifted to the back of the corridor.

Xiaoyu: "I didn't steal it. My younger brother Ren gave it to me as a token of his gratitude for saving his life."

Jingzhi: "Don't be rude, call me uncle."

Xia Youren curled his lips. He was only 23, so he should at least call him brother.

At this moment, Xiaoyu's indignant voice came from behind again, "I'm over a hundred years older than him. It's lucky I didn't ask him to call me ancestor!"

There was a pause in the conversation.

Within seconds, Xiaoyu's dry howling could be heard from the kitchen: "You already said you're not my mother, so why are you still twisting my ears! I'm going to tell my dad!"

"You don't have a father."

"I do! My dad's upstairs!"

"...He's not your dad, he's Azhi's dad."

"I don't care, he's my dad!"

Hearing the conversation, Lin Zheng slowly raised the corners of his lips.

The footsteps that were originally running down in a hurry suddenly slowed down.

Xia Youren stood up straight, pursed his lips, and pointed to the kitchen at the end of the corridor. He made a gesture of fanning a child and asked in a low voice:

"Why doesn't he resist?"

Lin Zheng was stunned for a moment, and said, "He seems to have some restrictions on him," and then walked down the stairs.

When he saw the suitcase that Jingzhi had placed against the wall, Lin Zheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, she didn't just leave.

"I'll go help out front. You keep an eye on that... kid. Don't let him mess up in the front consultation area and scare others."

Lin Zheng said to Xia Youren.

After saying that, he put one hand behind his back, opened the curtain, and walked outside.

Xia Youren looked at his extremely serious back, curled his lips secretly, and whispered:

"Now you know how to act serious. I don't know how passionately we kissed upstairs just now."

"Aren!"

The anger hidden in Lin Zheng's voice outside could not be suppressed.

Xia Youren quickly responded.

"If you have nothing to do, come out and help A Bing get the herbs. You don't need to watch over me later!"

"Coming, coming." He answered loudly and walked out quickly.

……

There was indeed a skinny old man who came into the store. His lips were purple and he was holding his chest as if he was in great pain.

Azhi flipped through the thick medical book at hand while watching her father give acupuncture to someone.

Xia Youren walked over with light steps.

At this time, there were several sets of fine Chinese medicine placed on the glass cabinet, piled up like a small mountain, and brown oil paper was used to pad the bottom of the herbs.

A Bing was carrying a kettle and taking care of other patients at the door, so he had no time to get it.

Seeing Xia Youren coming out, he picked up the scarf on his shoulders and wiped the sweat off his face, then pointed at the things on the glass cabinet:

"Brother Ren, please help me pack it up. Those are Miss Lin's medicines. I need to take them away for her later."

At this moment, a white hand suddenly lifted the curtain on the right side of the examination table.

Before anyone arrives, the sound comes first.

"Do I still need to take medicine?"

Lin Zheng had just finished inserting the last stitch.

His serious brows softened in an instant as he looked at Jingzhi who was passing behind the old man.

"You need to eat to cleanse the body from the inside out. It's a two-pronged approach and you'll get better faster."

"Oh." Jingzhi whispered an apology to the patient in front of Lin Zheng, then cut in line and asked Lin Zheng:

"Doctor Lin, when should I change the powder on my neck?"

Hearing the words "Doctor Lin", Lin Zheng's eyes dimmed slightly, but he still replied to her professionally:

"Change it every two days. Even though it's hot in summer, you'd better not take a shower today or tomorrow to avoid getting the medicine wet."

He lowered his eyes and thought for a few seconds, then said, "Remember to get more sun and exercise, and it's best not to move your neck."

What are you doing?

Is it possible to ask her to exercise more without letting her move her neck?

Also, the requirement of not taking a shower is very difficult to fulfill in July.

If you don’t wash it for two days, won’t it go bad?

"No more powder?" she asked.

Lin Zheng blinked and said seriously, "No more."

"..."

Jingzhi finally gave up.

It seems that it is impossible to change the medicine by myself.

She pointed to the back kitchen and said, "You go ahead and do your work. I'll call you tonight to talk about Xiaoyu."

As she spoke, she dragged her suitcase and headed straight towards the medicine cabinet.

Xia Youren handed her a plastic bag of medicine and said, "Boil three bowls of water into one bowl. You are a doctor, so you should know how to take it."

"Thank you, how much is it?" Jingzhi took the thing and asked casually.

Xia Youren was stunned and subconsciously looked at Lin Zheng who was sitting not far away.

Is there any mistake?

Hasn't his father-in-law dealt with Miss Lin yet? Why is he talking about money?

Jingzhi put down the suitcase, bent her knuckles, tapped the glass lightly, and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Xia, how much is it?"

Xia Youren's eyes wandered between the two of them.

Then he lowered his voice, waved his hand, and called Azhi over. "How much is it? I don't know."

Azhi looked at Jingzhi steadily, the expression on her face showing an embarrassment that could not be concealed.

It wasn't until she heard Lin Zheng's cough that she whispered, "385."

"Oh." Jingzhi took out his wallet, counted the money and handed it to her.

"Aren, send her back." Looking at the woman who turned around and left cruelly, Lin Zheng pursed his lips and gave instructions in a deep voice.

"You...she..." Aren moved his index finger between the two of them.

Lin Zheng's face suddenly darkened: "What are you talking about! Hurry up and go."

……

The air conditioner was blowing.

For fear that the woman in the back seat was weak and afraid of the cold, Xia Youren considerately turned the air-conditioning vent upwards.

"Um... Miss Lin, you—"

Before she could even ask, Jingzhi closed her eyes and raised her hand wearily to stop him. "Don't talk. I'm a little tired. I want to sleep for a while. Call me when we get there."

"...Oh." Xia Youren almost suffocated to death.

Aren’t these two…doing something?

Moreover, they were acting so intimately upstairs just now, how come they seemed so distant in a moment?

……

arrive home.

Jingzhi threw away her shoes, put the medicine on the entrance, and without even packing her luggage, she walked into the living room and lay down on her sofa.

As if the time had been calculated perfectly, the phone in his hand suddenly buzzed twice.

She picked it up and looked at it.

When he saw who sent the message, the light in his eyes that had just lit up dimmed again.

She sat up straight and looked out the side window.

Old Hu was standing in his garden, holding up his cell phone and waving over here with a smile.

Jingzhi pulled the corners of his mouth, nodded and smiled politely. He really didn't have the strength to stand up, so he just made a phone call.

"Uncle Hu, I'm fine. I just had some minor injuries. Doctor Lin took care of them for me."

"No, I won't be over for dinner tonight. Zombies have smashed a lot of things in your house, and you're probably busy right now, so I won't bother you any more."

As she listened, she stood up holding the phone, walked to the corridor outside the living room, and looked at the pitch-black lawn in her garden.

"Thank you for helping me clean up the greenhouse. When I recover from my injury, please do me the honor of bringing Xiao Jiajia and the others over for dinner."