The Young Urban Doctor

This was an old man with a declining age. His face was covered with age spots and wrinkles crisscrossed. On his face, he couldn't feel any majesty. Even staring at him, he couldn't feel the pressure. But Luo Ziling knew that this old man would frighten many people with a cough. If he stomped with his weak foot, Huaxia Earth would tremble a few times.

A word of the old man can determine a person's fate and even life and death, and this person is not an ordinary person.

"Good grandpa, the younger generation will come to see you today. I wish you a longevity than Nanshan and a blessing like the East China Sea." When Luo Ziling saw Ling Mingrui for the first time, he felt tremendous pressure. When he just walked to the door, he also had a kind He felt very oppressed. He knew that this sense of oppression came from Ling Jinhua. But when facing Ling Jinhua directly, this sense of oppression disappeared.

He said a few polite blessings naturally, and smiled at Ling Jinhua who was lying on the bed after speaking.

It felt strange that even the pressure from Ling Mingrui disappeared.

Ling Jinhua originally half-closed his eyes, but when he heard Luo Ziling's words, his eyes widened and looked at Luo Ziling without blinking. After a while, he showed a smile, his eyes moved away from Luo Ziling and fell on Ling Ruonan: "Nannan, your son is good."

Ling Ruonan, who had been up and down in his heart, immediately became excited when he heard Ling Jinhua's words. He couldn't help but laughed, but he still humbly said: "Grandpa praised. Ling Er has been the head of the small mountain village in the northwest. I don’t know how to be polite, and there is some rudeness. I also ask my grandfather to forgive me, and my father and third uncle don’t care."

Ling Qirui and Ling Mingrui didn't say a word, but they stepped back two steps and gave the space in front of the bed to Luo Ziling and Ling Ruonan.

Ling Jinhua's eyes fell on Luo Ziling again. He closed his smile and asked Luo Ziling very seriously: "Today is my 90th birthday. What gift did you bring?"

Luo Ziling quickly took out the gift he had prepared from the bag and explained with a smile that these health medicines were all picked or prepared by himself and his grandfather.

But Ling Jinhua was not satisfied, "Your gift is too cliché."

Luo Ziling looked at Ling Jinhua with a look of astonishment, and then at Ling Ruonan who was equally surprised, a little overwhelmed.

Ling Jinhua just smiled, closed his eyes and rested.

Ling Ruonan seemed to understand something, and whispered to Luo Ziling: "Ling'er, maybe you write adverbs for grandpa, grandpa likes calligraphy very much."

When Luo Ziling heard it, he immediately understood the meaning and smiled and said to Ling Jinhua: "Grandpa, then I will write a copy of it to you, if you are satisfied, keep it, if you are not satisfied, then throw it out in the wastebasket."

Ling Jinhua smiled slightly, and made no other statement.

Luo Ziling breathed a sigh of relief and immediately walked to the desk on the side.

When he entered the door, Luo Ziling saw a large desk in the corner of the room with the four treasures of the study. He also knew that the old lady was a calligraphy lover, otherwise he would not put these things in the room.

Ling Ruonan walked over and took a piece of rice paper for Luo Ziling, spread it on the table, and personally prepared ink and pens for him.

When the mother and son were about to write, Ling Jinhua didn't say a word, and Ling Mingrui and Ling Qirui didn't say anything.

After Luo Ziling picked up the pen and dipped it into the ink, he thought about it for a while, and then started to write quickly.

Don't listen to the sound of Lin beating leaves,

Why scream and walk slowly.

Bamboo sticks and mango shoes lighter than horses,

Who is afraid?

Ren Pingsheng amidst the rain.

When the spring breeze blows the wine,

Slightly cold,

The hillside shone diagonally but greeted each other.

Looking back, it has always been bleak,

Go back,

There is neither wind nor rain nor sunny.

When Luo Ziling just wrote two sentences, Ling Mingrui and Ling Qirui, who had been looking at him indifferently, showed surprise in their eyes, and walked over and stood beside him watching.

And Ling Ruonan had been standing beside Luo Ziling, watching very seriously. After seeing Luo Ziling write down the sentence "Don't listen to the sound of beating through the forest" in a line, he couldn't help but express his surprise on his face.

Luo Ziling's writing posture is very chic, and more importantly, the characters he writes are as free and easy as traveling a dragon and frightening the phoenix, giving people a feeling of flowing water.

While watching Luo Ziling write down at a very fast speed, the pride on Ling Ruonan's face grew thicker and he couldn't help but burst into a smile.

After Luo Ziling wrote Su Dongpo's masterpiece "Ding Fengbo", he inscribed his own words.

After writing, I threw away the pen, took two steps back, and looked at my work with satisfaction.

"Good word," Ling Qirui, who stood watching, couldn't help but complimented: "He has the level of a master."

"The word is good," Ling Mingrui also praised, but there was no other words.

"Take it over and let me have a look," Ling Jinhua, who was lying on the bed coughing lightly, said softly after hearing her son and nephew praised her.

"Yes, grandpa."

"Yes, grandpa!"

Luo Ziling and Ling Ruonan almost agreed.

The mother and the son each carried two corners of the rice paper, and together they took the Chinese character that the ink was not completely dry, and walked to the bed.

Ling Mingrui and Ling Qirui took the lead, helped the old man up, and put a pillow behind Ling Jinhua to make him sit up.

After seeing the words written by Luo Ziling, Ling Jinhua's eyes lighted up, and he stretched out a slightly trembling hand to signal Luo Ziling and Ling Ruonan to get closer, and asked Ling Qirui to take his reading glasses.

After putting on the reading glasses, Ling Jinhua looked at the word written by Luo Ziling for a while, and then read it softly.

"Good words, good words." After reading it twice, Ling Jinhua couldn't help but smile. "The words are good, with the style of Wang Youjun. The words written by Mr. Dongpo are quite suitable for describing your life...Look Looks like, your grandfather and grandson are always very optimistic."

Listening to Ling Jinhua praising Luo Ziling in front of so many people, Ling Ruonan was completely relieved, but she didn't say anything, but cast a look at Luo Ziling and let him speak.

Luo Ziling replied neither humblely nor arrogantly: "Grandpa, my handwriting was taught by my grandpa. Grandpa works in running script, and regular script is also good. I have practiced for so many years, but still not as good as grandpa. This phrase is often written by me and grandpa. I like it very much. The artistic conception in this word."

"It seems that Old Man Luo is still so mad," Ling Jinhua laughed and joked, and then asked Luo Ziling: "What idiom do you learn?"

Hearing Ling Jinhua's question, Ling Qirui and Ling Mingrui looked at each other, and they all saw something strange in each other's eyes.

Ling Ruonan's son seemed to be very happy for the old man, otherwise he wouldn't ask such questions as soon as they met.

Although this is a small problem, this small problem best reflects the old man's preferences.

Luo Ziling was accepted again, this is a certainty.

(End of this chapter)

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