The cold wind whistled, and the car hurriedly cut through the darkness of the night and stopped in front of the villa.
"Doctor Zhou, please come this way." The butler in a suit hurriedly welcomed the people in the car into the door, and whispered, "At about twelve o'clock at night, Mr. At the same time, the body temperature has risen to thirty-nine degrees three."
"How could it be so serious?" Dr. Zhou put on medical gloves while walking upstairs: "Sir, haven't you eaten much during this time?"
The housekeeper's expression was a little weird: "Mr. recently, he has often gone out without talking, and asked people to clean up the house next door."
Dr. Zhou stopped hurriedly going upstairs, and turned to look at the housekeeper: "You mean, Mr. took the initiative to contact people?!"
"As you know, Mr. doesn't like to talk on weekdays, let alone talk to us about things in life." The housekeeper sighed: "But Assistant Qin told me privately that Mr.'s mental state is very bad this year..."
The two fell silent at the same time. Over the years, the husband has become more and more silent, and has become more and more inactive. Now it has developed to the point where he can't eat or sleep. Although there are well-prepared nutrients, his body is gradually weakening.
Dr. Zhou walked to the door, knocked gently, and opened the door. The scene behind the door was not the darkness he imagined, but bright lights. Yan Ting was leaning against the bed in a thin sweater, holding a book in his hand, with an abnormal blush on his cheeks. When he saw him coming in, he turned his head and glanced at him.
"Sir, how are you feeling now?" Dr. Zhou put down the medicine box and took out the thermometer to take Zai Yanting's temperature: "39 degrees 5, you need to take cooling medicine."
"I need to go out before dawn." Yan Ting put the book aside and held out his hand: "Infusion."
"Sir, the infusion is more harmful to the body..." Dr. Zhou wanted to persuade him, but when he looked at Yan Ting's calm gaze, he knew that what he said was useless: "Even if it is an infusion, with your current physical condition, Rest should also be the priority.”
Yan Ting didn't speak. He looked down at Dr. Zhou as he inserted the cold needle into the blood vessel. The dark red blood rushed into the infusion tube impatiently, as if infinitely happy.
No matter how dirty the blood is, the moment it comes out of the body, it is also bright red.
The cold medicinal liquid slipped and pressed the red blood that had just jumped out back to where it should have been.
"Sir." Noticing that Yan Ting's eyes were not quite right, Dr. Zhou fixed the needle on the back of Yan Ting's hand with tape, and began to remind: "You have an appointment with Dr. Sun, tomorrow afternoon, please don't forget it."
"I don't have time tomorrow." Yan Ting looked away from the infusion tube: "Help me arrange the time until the day after tomorrow."
"Okay." Dr. Zhou breathed a sigh of relief. He was not afraid that Yan Ting would go one day later, but he was afraid that he would not go. In the past, in order to persuade Yan Ting to go to Dr. Sun's place, he tried his best. Today, it is a pleasant surprise to talk so well: "I will let Dr. Sun arrange it."
Yan Ting stopped talking. He raised his other wrist and looked at the time. It was one o'clock in the morning, and there were still five hours before dawn.
Before dawn, Zhang Xiaoyuan and Dake came over to help Li Zhao pack his luggage.
"These, these and these, I can't wear them in the future." Zhang Xiaoyuan picked out Li Zhao's clothes, knowing that Li Zhao couldn't bear these clothes, he explained: "This time is different from the past, if you wear these dozens of pieces in the future. Your clothes will be photographed and put on the Internet, which will cause countless people to laugh at you."
"Brother Zhang is right, Zhaozhao, the company is planning to open up the fashion circle for you, and you will have a professional design team to help you in your future outfits." You dare not speak too directly like Zhang Xiaoyuan: " Of course, these clothes of yours are quite comfortable to wear, and it's okay to wear them at home."
"I understand that when there is negative news, the company will spend more on public relations. I can't lose the big because of the small." Li Zhao put away some clothes of good quality and folded them into a box: "I'll take these clothes. I used to wear it as pajamas."
Knowing that his cubs knew what he had in mind, Zhang Xiaoyuan stopped talking and helped Li Zhao continue to collect luggage.
"What is this?" Zhang Xiaoyuan took out an iron box containing moon cakes from the cabinet. He didn't know what was in the box, and it was quite heavy to hold.
"This is the letter you wrote to me before, Brother Xiaoyuan, and the pen you gave me." Li Zhao carefully took the iron box and put it in the suitcase with clothes.
Zhang Xiaoyuan was stunned, Li Zhao ten years ago was just a child who just turned ten years old. Back then, he wrote to Li Zhao just because of a bit of ridiculous sympathy.
At that time, he had just graduated, and his future was at a loss. Only by writing a letter to this child could he barely find a sense of self-existence. It is not so much that he is kind, it is better to say that he needs this little ridiculous kindness to keep going.
He couldn't remember most of what was written in those letters, but they were nothing more than words of encouragement. He didn't expect that Li Zhao still kept these letters, and his mood was a little complicated for a while.
"At that time, Brother Xiaoyuan, your friend also wrote to encourage me." Li Zhao thought for a while, then took the iron box out of the suitcase, and put a layer of towel on the outside of the box to avoid bumping the box during transportation. Depression: "That Mid-Autumn Festival, you and your friends sent back a box of moon cakes to each of the children in our yard. They were filled with egg yolks, and they were delicious."
It turned out that even the moon cake box with the envelope was bought by them that year.
"The aunt in the courtyard said that I was lucky. In the first year I came to the hospital, someone with kind heart gave me such expensive mooncakes." Li Zhao smiled and put the tin box wrapped in the towel back: "Hehehe, luck When it's good, no one can stop it."
Zhang Xiaoyuan's throat was a little blocked, he was abused by his adoptive parents, and his whole body was injured, and even made news, what kind of luck is this
"Don't talk nonsense, quickly pack your luggage." Reaching out and knocking on Li Zhao's forehead, Zhang Xiaoyuan coughed twice to hide his emotions: "Yes, yes, you are the luckiest, and now there are local tyrant friends who provide you with accommodation for free, who is it? Are you lucky?"
Li Zhao covered the place where he was knocked and jumped back: "Brother Xiaoyuan, you can't knock on the head of a man."
"Men?" Zhang Xiaoyuan raised his eyebrows, glanced at the area below Li Zhao's lower abdomen, and pointedly said, "Yellow-haired child, what kind of man is he?"
"Brother Zhang, driving without a license will be reported." I didn't expect Zhang Xiaoyuan and Li Zhao to know each other a long time ago. He smiled and said, "Brother Zhang, how old are you, and how did you communicate with Zhaozhao by writing?"
Zhang Xiaoyuan waved: "Go, go, what do you know, words are always one of the best ways to communicate."
"Knock knock knock."
There was a knock on the door, and Li Zhao looked towards the door. Yan Ting, wearing a suit, leather shoes and a coat, was standing at the door. His face looked paler than yesterday, and his elegant posture was incompatible with the dilapidated aisle.
"Tingting, why did you come so early?" Li Zhao glanced at the messy room: "The room is dusty, so don't come in yet."
After moving a small chair to the door, Li Zhao pulled out a bag of fruits from the refrigerator, washed them, put them on a plate and put them in Yan Ting: "Sit and wait for me for a while, I'll be fine soon."
Yan Ting was holding a plate of big cherries with water droplets, and for a while he didn't know whether to sit down or stand. This was the first time he saw the house where Li Zhao lived. The space of more than ten square meters was filled with all kinds of necessities of life. It was too cramped to make people breathe.
"Did you bring these people here?" Li Zhao noticed that there were several strangers behind Yan Ting. He silently glanced at the big cherries on the plate, this little cherries... maybe a little bit insufficient.
The big cherries in winter are very expensive. He usually can't bear to eat them. He gritted his teeth and bought a box last night. Half was given to Dake and Xiaoyuan, who came to help in the early morning, and the other half was left to Tingting.
"I still have some apples in the fridge..."
"They are from the moving company." Yan Ting coughed lightly: "Tell them how to collect the things, just hand them over."
"Don't bother so much..."
"I gave you money."
"Several brothers, the boxes inside have to be moved down." Li Zhaoli swallowed the words of refusal, and Li Zhaoli greeted the moving company employees to enter the door to work.
Naturally thrifty, he couldn't bear to waste the money he gave.
The moving company moved very quickly and put everything into the car in less than an hour. Everything went well until Li Zhao saw the empty house that Yan Ting said.
"Tingting, this is... your vacant suite?" Li Zhao looked at the villa with a garden in the front and a swimming pool in the back. For the first time, he realized how different his values were from Yan Ting.
"You don't like it?" Yan Ting asked Li Zhao.
"I like it..." Li Zhao swallowed. The empty house he understood was an ordinary two-bedroom or three-bedroom. He never thought it would be a big villa.
"As long as you like it." Yan Ting's eyes fell on the other villa next to him: "I live in the one on the left. The environment here is quiet and the security is strict. Except for our two neighbors, the other residents are far away. The profession is an actor, and the privacy and security of the residence is very important."
"I'm not famous yet..." Li Zhao scratched his head embarrassedly: "Even if I go out, few people know me."
"They will know you in the future." Yan Ting handed the access card and room card to Li Zhao: "Go in and have a look."
Since entering the gate of this community, Dake has been in a state of overexcitement. As a local, he has long heard of the name of this community, and those who can live in this community are all very great people. Many famous artists in the circle would spend a lot of money and connections to buy a small apartment here. Unexpectedly, Zhaozhao's friend would borrow a villa casually and let Zhaozhao live for free.
What a touching new era of brotherhood!
Walking into the gate, everything inside is readily available, and the flowers and trees are neatly trimmed. The carpets and curtains in the house are brand new, and even the flower arrangements in the vases still carry morning dew.
"Hello, Mr. Li." A middle-aged man in a suit came downstairs and gave Li Zhao an elegant gentleman's salute: "I am Mr. Ting's housekeeper, and I will also serve as your housekeeper for the next period of time. The housekeeper, if you need anything, just let me know."
After speaking, he took out a hot stamping list from the folder: "This is the list and contact information of the staff responsible for various domestic work, please accept it."
Li Zhao looked at the butler dressed like a gentleman in a middle-world castle, then turned to look at Yan Ting, confused by the high-level reception.
"Take it." Yan Ting whispered in his ear: "They have high wages, and they get paid even if they don't do anything."
Yan Ting's breath was a little hot, Li Zhao didn't take the list, but reached out and touched Yan Ting's forehead.
"Tingting, are you having a fever?!"
The butler, who had always maintained an elegant smile, seemed to hear extremely terrifying words, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.
The author has something to say: Dake: The gap between me and Zhaozhao is not only a face, but also a brother who moves people's hearts.