Ming Zhou was able to see things before he was seven years old. Although there was only a small, dark, square room and a crazy, foolish woman, it was the clearest thing he could touch in the dark memories of the first half of his life.
Yes, clearest, not brightest.
At this moment, Xiao Jinang held his face and forced him to look up. He faced the other person in an upward-looking posture, but suddenly he felt a burning sensation, just like the sun could not be looked directly at...
But it was a humid night, with rain pouring outside the window, just like the evening when the woman blinded Ming Zhou's eyes and jumped off the tall building.
There is no sun.
There is no sun...
For some reason, the burning temperature on Ming Zhou's face suddenly slowly subsided, the blush faded, and his face became almost transparent under the light. He no longer avoided Xiao Jinang's touch, and was unusually quiet. After a long time, he finally asked:
“… What would happen to you if I got sick?”
Ming Zhou actually wanted to ask, if he was sick, would anyone really care? But this sentence seemed too sharp, and after rolling on the tip of his tongue for a few times, he finally swallowed it into his stomach, and only he was hurt.
Like a fishbone stuck in the throat, like a needle inserted into the stomach.
When Xiao Jinang heard this, he thought he was really sick. Because his mind was too simple, everything showed on his face. He said seriously, "If you are sick, of course I will take care of you."
After he finished speaking, he gently rubbed Ming Zhou's cheek like he did when he was a little diamond, like a little animal comforting its companion, with a worried tone, and clumsily coaxed: "You have a fever, right? I'll go downstairs to buy you some medicine, okay?"
Xiao Jinang's face is very soft. Even with just a light touch, one can feel that this person has a soft heart and a pure mind.
He even forgot that he had no money in his pocket. He was about to go downstairs to buy medicine for Ming Zhou, but before he took two steps, he was grabbed by the other party: "No need—"
Ming Zhou hesitated for a second, swallowed the three words "I'm not sick" that were about to come out of his mouth, and finally whispered: "There are medicines in the drawer of my room, and I haven't finished taking the cold medicine in it."
Hearing this, Xiao Jinang subconsciously looked towards the bedroom inside: "Is it the one inside?"
Ming Zhou nodded and whispered, "Bedside table, second drawer."
"Then I'll get it for you."
After Xiao Jinang finished speaking, he carefully walked around the cat that was eating on the ground, and then walked into Ming Zhou's bedroom. He fumbled in the dark environment to turn on the light, and found a small cabinet next to the bed. He opened the drawer and saw a few boxes of cold medicine inside. The packaging box looked very familiar, as if it was bought in the pharmacy when they first met.
Xiao Jinang squatted on the ground and read the medicine instructions carefully. He found that it was enough for an adult to take two pills at a time. He broke out two pills and put the medicine box back in its place.
Things in Mingzhou's house are arranged in a very orderly manner. Even different medicines are classified and placed in different drawers. If they are placed in a mess, it would be troublesome if Mingzhou couldn't find them.
Xiao Jinang came out with the medicine and wanted to get a cup of hot water, but found that the water on the table was cold. He found a kettle on the kitchen stove and prepared to boil some water again.
Ming Zhou heard the sound of getting water and seemed to have guessed what Xiao Jinang was going to do. He fumbled to get up from the sofa, tilted his head slightly, and reminded him, "I remember there is water on the table."
Xiao Jinang scratched his head: "But the water on the table is cold."
Ming Zhou: “It’s okay.”
Boiling hot water is too dangerous for a blind person, so he has almost no habit of drinking hot water during the day.
Xiao Jinang was unexpectedly stubborn: "No, sick people can't drink cold water."
Ming Zhou had no choice but to sit back on the sofa.
Xiao Jinang waited for the water to boil, then took a cup of hot water, but found it was a little hot, so he poured some cold water into it, making sure the temperature was right. Then he walked in front of Ming Zhou, squatted down and said, "Drink the medicine, and you'll be fine after that."
There are two kinds of people that cannot be cured by medicine in this world: one is the one who is terminally ill, and the other is the one who is complaining without any illness. However, Ming Zhou seemed to have both characteristics, so he was described as "incurable".
But sometimes he still wondered if one day someone would be willing to give him medicine and save his lingering life...
Xiao Jinang said "ah" as if he was taking care of a child, then fed the pills in his hand into Ming Zhou's mouth one by one, and handed the cup of water to his lips, with a focused and serious expression: "You will be fine after taking the medicine, don't be afraid of the bitterness."
Xiao Jinang had never taken capsules and didn't know that this kind of medicine was tasteless, but this still didn't affect his appearance as a "professional" doctor.
Ming Zhou didn't say anything. He ate whatever Xiao Jinang fed him and swallowed all the medicine down his throat with the cup of warm water.
He is pretending to be ill. He is very ill.
The cat on the ground seemed to have finished eating the minced meat on the plate. It licked the plate clean with the tip of its tongue and then made a small cat cry: "Meow~"
Sounds much more energetic than before.
Seeing this, Xiao Jinang bent down and lay on the ground, carefully observing the cat's condition, then asked with a smile: "Are you full?"
The skinny cat huddled in its black coat, one eye was cloudy and the other was a beautiful sky blue. It still looked a little afraid of humans, but when Xiao Jinang approached, it finally stopped hiding and gently shook its tail.
Because of their presence, this empty house finally seemed to have a little more life, and the rotten silence in the air began to dissipate.
Ming Zhou heard the cat's cry and finally realized that Xiao Jinang came here for cat food. He slowly turned his head to look in the direction of Xiao Jinang, paused, and finally asked, "Is its eye injured?"
Ming Zhou actually didn't care about the cat. He didn't even have any goodwill towards himself, let alone the cat he had never met. Just like he said before, he was a rotten person to the core. As soon as he said it, he felt a little regretful and hoped that Xiao Jinang didn't hear it.
However, Xiao Jinang heard it and said in a worried tone: "Well, its right eye seems to be blind."
Ming Zhou felt like he was possessed by a demon or had taken the wrong medicine, otherwise why would he keep saying such nosy things: "I remember there's an animal clinic nearby, let's take it there tomorrow, maybe... maybe it can be cured."
Xiao Jinang actually wanted to take the cat to get treated, but he was short of money. When he heard Ming Zhou's words, he felt so happy that bubbles appeared in his heart. He asked cautiously, "Is it really possible?"
He made him feel soft-hearted, and he felt soft-hearted towards him as well.
Ming Zhou suddenly realized that he couldn't refuse any of Xiao Jinang's requests. This realization made him feel a little scared, but he remained calm and easy-going, perfectly meeting all the characteristics of a psychologist: "Of course."
The moment he finished speaking, a system prompt sound suddenly rang in Xiao Jingang's ears:
Ding! Please note that the villain's blackening degree has dropped to 65. Please continue to work hard~
When Xiao Jinang heard the prompt sound, his eyes lit up and he wanted to roll on the ground with joy.
Yeah~ He is awesome! This time it is down to 65! 65!
Ming Zhou did not notice Xiao Jinang's excitement. Instead, he slowly stood up from the sofa, groped his way to the window, opened it, and reached out to feel the slightly cool rain outside: "It seems to be raining."
Xiao Jinang hadn't noticed yet, and looked up in confusion: "Huh? Is it raining?"
Ming Zhou nodded: "Well, did you bring an umbrella?"
Xiao Jinang obviously didn't bring any, and he scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "I didn't know it would rain today, so I didn't bring an umbrella. Doctor Ming, can you lend me one?"
Xiao Jinang was not afraid of getting wet in the rain, but he had to take the cat away later, and it would be bad if the kitten got wet in the rain. He had already troubled Ming Zhou by asking him for cat food today, so he couldn't let the cat stay overnight.
Ming Zhou did not answer immediately, but slowly closed the window to block out the wind and rain outside, and then replied: "I don't have an umbrella at home."
Xiao Jinang blinked blankly when he heard this: "Don't you have an umbrella?"
Ming Zhou shook his head slightly: "No."
He looked calm and told Xiao Jinang this slightly outrageous fact in the most serious tone, making it impossible for people to suspect that he was joking.
Xiao Jinang thought that he would have to transform himself, even though it would consume some energy: "It doesn't matter, my home is very close, we will be there soon, a little rain should be fine."
However, God seemed to be deliberately against him. As soon as he finished speaking, the noisy sound of rain outside suddenly became louder by more than one degree. It was obvious that the rain was getting heavier.
Xiao Jinang was also dumbfounded.
Ming Zhou walked back to the sofa. He seemed to know exactly where Xiao Jinang was. He slowly leaned over and squatted next to the cat like him, then asked, "What should we do?"
It seemed like he was the one without an umbrella.
Xiao Jinang said in a low voice with a lack of confidence: "It doesn't matter, my home is close."
Ming Zhou: "Where do you live?"
Xiao Jinang's eyes wandered: "It's... in a nearby community."
Ming Zhou: "But the nearest community is ten kilometers away, and it's very late now, there are no cars available."
Even if there was a car to take, Xiao Jinang might not have the money to pay for it.
Reality is often cruel and hard to face. Xiao Jinang was obviously not good at lying. After being exposed by Ming Zhou, even his ears turned red. Just when he didn't know what to do, Ming Zhou suddenly whispered something, so soft that it was almost inaudible: "Stay at my house for one night..."
Xiao Jinang: "Hmm?"
Ming Zhou didn't look at him, but groped and stretched out his fingertips, lowered his head and touched the furry cat, then retracted his hand and repeated in a low voice: "Stay at my house for one night, and take it to see a doctor tomorrow."
Home
This word was unfamiliar to Xiao Jinang. He couldn't help but reach out and poke the soft sofa beside him. He looked at the ceiling and the smooth wooden floor, wondering if this was a human home. It was square and looked a little different from his ball.
Xiao Jinang was somewhat happy, yet somewhat nervous. He looked at Ming Zhou with sparkling eyes and asked cautiously, "Can I really live in your house?"
Ming Zhou nodded, as if he smiled, but also as if he didn't: "Okay."
Xiao Jinang knew that Ming Zhou must be afraid that he would get wet in the rain, so he felt very happy. He couldn't help but move over and rub against him like a big puppy, smiling with his eyes narrowed: "Doctor Ming, you are so nice to me~"
That soft, rubbing feeling appeared again, causing Ming Zhou to pause, but he was no longer panicked and had begun to learn to adapt.
Ding!
The system prompt sound suddenly rang in the air.
Please note that the villain's blackness has been reduced to 64. Please continue to work hard~
Ming Zhou teased the cat without saying anything, and Xiao Jinang also became quiet.
He listened to the sound of rain outside the window, washing away all the sins of the past.
He listened to the darkening gradually decreasing, as if all the suffering in the world was finally beginning to be redeemed.