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"and many more."

A Luo stopped him again: "It's not too late to make a decision after Master wakes up."

She was worried that Chi Youxiao would take her own life in order to save an unimportant person, because she had never heard that Master cared about any doctor surnamed Ling.

Chi Yuxiao said: "Ah Luo, even if it's not the person Huo Lao cares about, so many people can come out of the village to save him, which shows that this person is a good doctor. For everyone, I will save him."

Here, a good doctor is too scarce.

Ling Luo froze for a moment.

"Don't worry, I will come back safely." Chi Youxiao said solemnly.

When Ling Luo nodded, Chi Youxiao had already walked out of the consultation room.

She slumped on the chair, looking at Mr. Huo who was sleeping on the bed, in a daze for a long time.

Before today, she had always felt that she had a heart of benevolence. When something like this happened, even if Chi Youxiao didn't go, she would go deep into the tiger's den and rescue this colleague she had never met.

But today, she actually hesitated. Why?

After the needle was pulled out, Mr. Huo woke up, but his eyes were full of age, which was a symptom of excessive worry.

"Master, are you better?"

Ling Luo stepped forward to help Mr. Huo get up.

Mr. Huo didn't say a word, he coughed a few times, this body bone is getting old after all, every year is not as good as every year.

"I'm fine, what time is it?"

Ling Luo said: "At three o'clock, master, you only slept for an hour."

Hearing this, Mr. Huo's hands trembled. Although he didn't speak, Ling Luo guessed in his heart what he was worried about.

"Master is worried about the doctor who was taken away?" Ling Luo asked seemingly unintentionally.

Mr. Huo paused slightly, turned his head to look at Ling Luo, his eyes were unclear.

For some reason, Ling Luo panicked. The unreasonable panic made Ling Luo feel an unprecedented rejection.

She smiled slightly, trying to suppress this inexplicable emotion: "Don't worry, You Xiao is going to save him."

Ling Luo didn't know if the other party was a man or a woman, young or old, but it was the first time she saw Master worrying about someone so much.

Old Mr. Huo coughed a few more times, then said slowly, "He went alone? That's a militant, a desperado, why don't you stop him."

Worrying is all about worrying, but watching people die in vain is really a lifelong sin: "Call him quickly and let him come back."

"He has been away for a while. He sent me a message 10 minutes ago, saying that he has arrived. I replied to the message and he did not reply."

Mr. Huo: "Confused!"

It was almost a rebuke that didn't live up to expectations. After finishing speaking, Mr. Huo coughed violently.

Ling Luo hurriedly stepped forward to help him stroke his back, handed him some water, and said, "Master, don't worry, I let him go because I believe he has the ability. If you don't believe him, you should also believe that your apprentice is not the one who watched him jump into the fire pit."

Hearing these words, Mr. Huo finally calmed down. He stood where he was, silent for a moment, and finally sighed.

"Come out for a walk with me."

"it is good!"

Ling Luo thought that Mr. Huo was just going out for a walk, but he never thought of this walk. After walking for about an hour and a half, he almost reached another village, and Mr. Huo stopped for a while.

"Master, sit down!"

Ling Luo supported Mr. Huo to sit on a stone by the roadside, and then looked around.

They are now halfway up the mountain, there is a village under the mountain, and their singing and dancing can still be heard vaguely.

Strange to say, this mountain actually has a lot of vegetation, green and lush, as if it is an oasis standing in the desert, bringing vitality and hope to people.

Mr. Huo has to come here after walking for an hour and a half. It should be something very important or something, or what significance this place has for him.

Ling Luo knew that he shouldn't be curious, so he sat quietly with Mr. Huo in the green forest, listening to the sound of the wind blowing, feeling the heat from the sun through the leaves, listening to the happy singing in the distance...all these seemed to slow down time.

I don't know how long it took, Mr. Huo suddenly said: "Do you know who the doctor who was taken away is?"

Ling Luo was stunned, shaking his head hesitantly.

The meaning of Master's question is that she should know?
As smart as she is, she seems to have an answer in her heart.

"In this case, you go somewhere with me." Mr. Huo played tricks again at a critical moment.

Ling Luo followed Mr. Huo down the mountain again, and in a place with an open view, Ling Luo saw a tombstone.

"Go and have a look."

Mr. Huo stood still, this sentence was for her.

Although Ling Luo had some doubts in his heart, he still walked over.

She walked over. There were no weeds along the way. It was obvious that someone often took care of it.

It wasn't until he reached the tombstone that Ling Luo was surprised again. It was not Feinan's writing, but "Ling Linzi's Tomb" written in Chinese. The simple five words made Ling Luo's heart tighten suddenly.

In fact, she didn't know who Ling Linzi was, but she saw Ling Linzi's handwriting at home. It was a note that was treasured by her father. The records were just some interesting stories about traveling to various countries. Although it was not worth much, her father put it at the bottom of the box and kept it like a treasure.

Ling Luo spends too little time with his parents, and they can count on fingers the time they spend at home, not to mention that Ling Luo still has no chance to ask them who Ling Linzi is.

It's just that I didn't expect that the girl who was optimistic about everything in the handwriting and happy in writing was buried here.

Ling Luo felt emotional in his heart, and bowed reverently.

Mr. Huo slowly walked to her side, staring at the words on the tombstone, lost in thought for a long time.

"Alo, do you know who she is?"

Ling Luo frowned and shook his head, Master's questions today are all very strange.

"She is a hero of the African people." While speaking, Mr. Huo had tears in his eyes: "More than 40 years ago, Ling Linzi, who had traveled around the world, came to Africa. When she saw poor African people and suffered from diseases, she felt pity for her who knew a little about medicine, so she stayed to treat them for five years."

Hearing this, Ling Luo admired her even more.

"She's great!"

"Yeah, that's why everyone here is very supportive of her." Mr. Huo had a smile in his eyes, as if he had thought of something, and the sadness reappeared: "But good people are not favored by good luck. In her sixth year in Africa, she contracted malaria and died."

Ling Luo opened his mouth, but didn't speak for a long time, his eyes fell on the five words again, and his heart felt a heavy pain.

"This tombstone was erected for her by the people here. They love her very much and know that she loves green mountains and green waters. They planted a green forest where she was buried, and kept her resting place clean and dust-free."