The Young Urban Doctor

Luo Ziling returned to his dorm room to find all three guys sleeping.

He slipped into the bathroom, ready to check out the gift that woman had sent.

Two of the bags contained clothing, and Luo Ziling was surprised to see they were from the same brand as the clothes Ouyang Feifei had given him before.

Having learned from Cao Jianhui about the price of this brand, he couldn’t help but be a little startled.

There was also a pair of leather shoes, but Luo Ziling didn’t know the brand.

In another small bag was a cell phone, of all things.

Luo Ziling recognized the brand of the phone, the recently released iPhone 7S—it even seemed to be the highest-end model.

There was also a watch, the manual for which was in a language he couldn’t understand, leaving him unclear about the brand.

Besides the phone and the watch, everything else was wearable.

Looking at the heap of expensive clothes, a sour feeling involuntarily welled up inside Luo Ziling.

After hearing what that beautiful woman had said, he understood that Ling Ruonan had her unavoidable hardships and couldn’t come to see him, hoping he would forgive her. He believed this explanation.

He had no choice but to believe, for otherwise, his own mother wouldn’t have abandoned him when he was very little, leaving them unable to meet for so many years.

He didn’t know the reason, but of course, he was very eager to find out.

When he was little, Luo Ziling had always longed for his parents to visit him, hoping they would bring him fun toys, beautiful clothes, and other gifts; he would have been so happy and proud.

Now that he had all these things, it felt like a small part of what was missing had been filled.

After carefully examining the gifts in the bathroom with great joy, Luo Ziling reluctantly packed them away again and, while his three roommates were still sound asleep, stashed them in his cabinet.

He outright put the watch on his wrist and started playing with the phone.

Although he didn’t envy Cao Jianhui for being able to use an expensive iPhone, he was still quite curious to explore its features now that he had one.

When he took the boxed phone out of the bag it was in, he saw several photos placed inside the box.

Upon seeing those photos, Luo Ziling once again trembled as if he’d been electrocuted.

After staring blankly for a moment, he then took the photos out of the box with shaking hands.

In the first photo, a very pretty but slightly chubby-faced woman happily held a little boy with big eyes and a drooling mouth. As soon as he saw the people in the photo, he couldn’t help but cry.

The beautiful woman was unmistakably Ling Ruonan as a young woman, and it went without saying that the adorable child was him as a little boy.

Luo Ziling couldn’t tell how old he was in the photo, but could see that he was very cute as a child, with big eyes, a small mouth, and a round head—he was very lovable.

Ling Ruonan looked very beautiful too, seemingly even more so than in the single photo he had always cherished.

In the other photo, Ling Ruonan was also holding little him, and they both had joyous smiles.

As he caressed the little boy’s face in the photo, Luo Ziling’s tears just wouldn’t stop.

There was also a photo of Ling Ruonan with an extremely handsome man.

At first glance, Luo Ziling thought the fresh-faced, handsome man in the photo was himself. He bore such an uncanny resemblance that had someone shown Luo Ziling the picture alone, he would have almost instinctively believed it to be himself.

Luo Ziling knew that the man in the photo wasn’t him. Since it wasn’t him, yet the man looked so much like him, it went without saying that the man was his father, Luo Xusheng, whom he had never met.

For reasons unknown to him, his grandfather Luo Liansheng had never spoken to him about Luo Xusheng and Ling Ruonan’s affairs, nor had he ever shown him their photos. Ling Ruonan’s photo had been stumbled upon by Luo Ziling when he was rifling through a drawer, but he had never seen a photo of Luo Xusheng.

Today was the first time he saw a photo of his father, and it was a portrait of his young parents together.

In the photo, the man was sunny and dashing, and the woman was youthful and beautiful; they were a perfectly matched pair.

Luo Ziling could even feel something called happiness from their close, smiling faces, and he even felt a tinge of envy.

He stared at the photo of the two of them for a long time, full of mixed emotions.

“Where could he be?” Seeing the hidden photo in the gift, Luo Ziling was convinced that his father, Luo Xusheng, was not dead.

But where could Luo Xusheng be? And why had his grandfather never mentioned his own son?

There were a total of four photos, one of which was a current photo of Ling Ruonan.

In the photo, Ling Ruonan still looked so young and beautiful, wearing casual clothes with her black hair casually draped over her shoulders, and her smiling eyes looking ahead, her face full of tenderness, which made Luo Ziling feel maternal love.

The photo was dated, and Luo Ziling looked closely and discovered it was taken five days ago.

“To think that you are still so young and beautiful. When I see you next time, I really might not have the courage to acknowledge you,” Luo Ziling gazed long at the photo, “You are still the most beautiful woman in Yanjing in my eyes, and no one compares to you. Thank you for your concern and your gifts.”

He thought of Yang Qingyin, and then of Ouyang Feifei.

Both women were very beautiful, and Yang Qingyin was not only beautiful but also very adorable, far more so to him than Ouyang Feifei.

Compared to the smiling, tender-faced Ling Ruonan in the photo, Luo Ziling still felt that Yang Qingyin was not as beautiful.

It must be because of the deep familial affection.

Today, having received so many gifts, and knowing Ling Ruonan was very concerned about his safety, had hastened back from Yangcheng first thing in the morning, setting aside many important matters to inquire about him personally. Feeling the strong motherly love, he found himself thinking his mother was even more beautiful. After pondering for a while, he took out his phone and compared it to Yang Qingyin’s photo.

“Actually, you’re both very beautiful,” he smiled after comparing for a while.

It was at this moment that a WeChat message came in—it was from Yang Qingyin.

“Junior, how about you ask for leave from your military training this afternoon, and I’ll treat you to tea to calm your nerves?”

“I don’t know if the instructor will allow it!” Luo Ziling immediately replied with a message.

“After what happened last night, the instructor will definitely approve!”

“Okay, I’ll go ask for leave. Today I’ll treat you to tea, senior, to thank you for last night’s damsel-saving-the-hero!” Luo Ziling added a few grinning emojis to his message.

But Yang Qingyin sent back several vomiting emojis, leaving Luo Ziling feeling rather downcast.