Still treating me like a servant

"This old man's name is Zhuang Zhiqiang, and he is indeed a 'nail household'."

Half an hour later, the staff of the rescue station under the Civil Affairs Bureau came and thanked and explained to the medical staff and Xie Qingcheng's group.

Xie Xue and Bai Jing, who had insisted on squeezing in a ride, also came up from the underground garage and sat on the couch in the infirmary, listening to the particulars of the situation.

"Zhuang Zhiqiang old man ...... Alas, his situation is somewhat special, is our aid station has not been resolved." The staff rubbed his hands, sipped the tea made by the nurse with a disposable paper cup, smashed his mouth and sighed, "About more than ten years ago, he came to Shanghai, said he wanted to look for his daughter, but we checked his account, he is an old man who lives alone, his home is in the kiln of Shaanxi State, the place is so poor that even the birds can't stay there, and he doesn't have many neighbors at all, and a water shot has to be walked for two miles, and our people We also made a special trip to visit the people of their village, all of whom said that the old man was very withdrawn and did not know anything about his situation. We also once sent him back to his hometown, but soon he would run back to Huzhou ...... again and again."

"That's no reason for you to shirk your responsibility, shouldn't you arrest this dangerous man? He's affecting the cityscape and may also attack people hey!" Bai Jing couldn't help but yell.

"Little girl, it's like this." The staff showed a difficult face, "We can't arrest homeless people, they are also social citizens, we can only arrange accommodation and send medical treatment ......"

Bai Jing hates: "I don't care, mental illnesses should all be subject to mandatory detention, shouldn't these abnormalities be quarantined?"

He Yu originally did not have any good or bad feelings towards this woman, he is a person with a relatively low moral bottom line, it can also be said that the tolerance scale for various people is relatively high, Xie Qingcheng and the things he told him, in his opinion, there is nothing to comment on. Everyone has their own way of living, everyone has their own choices.

But Bai Jing's yelling about mental illness is a real minefield for Mr. He.

The corner of He Yu's mouth suddenly brought up a seemingly cold smile, lowered his head, and did not say a word.

Rescue station staff wiped the heat out of the sweat, said: "Little girl, you first do not be emotional, I assure you, because now it seems that the Zhuang Zhiqiang old man's condition is indeed aggravated, does not rule out the loss of part of the civil capacity, so wait for him to this side of the situation is better, we will take him to the cooperation of the psychiatric hospital custody and Treatment ......"

Xie Qingcheng suddenly asked, "Which mental hospital?"

"According to this situation now, I guess it's going to Cheng Kang. Although the facility management is a little behind, but Wanping side and we cooperate with the collection capacity is already full, there is no way."

Bai Jing listened, finally satisfied, muttered, "This is more or less ......"

This side of the room was saying this when the doctor from the emergency department arrived.

The doctor told them about Zhuang Zhiqiang's resuscitation, and that because of the timely rescue, his life had been freed from danger. If you want to go in and take a look, you can go in one to take a look.

"Preferably a girl, the patient is still unconscious and keeps trying to find his daughter."

Xie Xue got up, "I'll go."

She followed the doctor.

He Yu had been lazily leaning against the sofa in the parlor, his elbows propped back against the backrest of the sofa, his head lowered as he listened to them indifferently. Seeing that she had left, he tucked his long legs in and was ready to get up as well.

Xie Qingcheng with a very obvious scrutiny and wariness, "Stop where you are."

"What's wrong?"

"What are you doing following my sister around all day."

The boy sat back down on the sofa and was quiet for a moment, looking like he was negotiating in a gentle and polite manner, but in fact, his almond eyes were full of sarcasm and flirtation, "Then, you see, how about I follow you all day long?"

"......"

He Yu Wen Shen said, "There are you and your blind date here, how bad it is for me to sit. I'll leave a place for you. Save yourself the trouble."

Bai Jing immediately lived up to his expectations and yelled, "I don't have a chance with him!"

He Yu laughed softly and didn't look at Bai Jing, he turned his head sideways and said in a low voice that only Xie Qingcheng could hear, "Dr. Xie, do you think you're getting older and don't have enough charisma, you can't even handle a little girl like that."

"......"

Lack of virtue.

Is it possible that his family's ancestral tomb has been transformed into a latrine, how did he give birth to such a clothed beast.

Xie Qingcheng's face was cold and his lips moved slightly, "You hurry up and get out."

He Yu smiled, suddenly got up and raised his hand, propped up behind him, Xie Qingcheng was startled, did not know what this unorthodox scum was going to do, only when He Yu leaned over and pressed, he smelled the puberty hormone scent of a boy's body, and even without touching it, he could feel the heat of his chest.

This sense of oppression belonging to young males made Xie Qingcheng, who was also a man, very manly, very uncomfortable, and immediately developed the irritation of having his male territory invaded.

Xie Qingcheng was just about to push him away when the male student who had invaded his safe distance had already stood up straight on his own. In his hand was a large bag of coffee from the tea table behind him.

--He Yu just ordered takeout and hasn't split it yet.

"Brother, I'm just getting a drink."

He Yu looked at the man's ugly face, the playfulness that topped the corner of his mouth became more obvious, divided the coffee in the paper bag, handed it to the people at the aid station, the doctor and the nurse, and asked someone to take it to Xie Xue's side as well, and even Bai Jing had a cup as well.

But--

"Gee, look, I'm so sorry I forgot yours."

After a pause, he handed Xie Qingcheng his cup of iced chai: "Why don't you drink mine?"

But he obviously had no sincerity, the straw had already been poked in, so he just held it in his hand and handed it straight to Xie Qingcheng's lips.

He thought Xie Qingcheng would refuse.

Unexpectedly, Xie Qingcheng was angered by him and raised his eyes grimly, then sat on the sofa like that, in a position that He Yu had not expected, being served by the little brat, with those light-colored lips slightly open, then he raised his eyes to stare at He Yu and slowly took in the straw that He Yu had pinned to his lips.

His lips took it in, and then he just stared at him and took a hard, unceremonious suck.

Xie Qingcheng rolled his throat and swallowed with provocative meaning.

"Put it on the side." Then he let go, his lips wet, his eyes as sharp as they could be, "Count your dutifulness."

"......"

He Yu watched his head down and open his mouth to contain the straw action, always feel a burst of annoyance heat in his heart, as if being annoyed, feel that this person is really unspeakable owed to toss, he would have wanted to see him embarrassed woeful, or annoyed.

But he actually gave him an unperturbed, condescending stance.

He Yu had a momentary impulse to throw iced chai on his ice-cube father's face, and then to see his face dripping with water and his clothes soaking wet in embarrassment.

But he finally just smiled and gently rested the iced coffee on the coffee table, and the moment he looked down he whispered to Xie Qingcheng, "Good, since it's what you asked for, don't waste a single drop. Finish it well, drink it clean, and call me if you don't have enough, I'll bring you more."

"Where's the fun in that, a night of being a driver and delivering passbooks, and now you're still a takeout boy." Xie Qingcheng took the cup of coffee, his slender fingers stroked over the ice beads on the cup, "Go about your business."

He shook his glass at him when he finished speaking.

He Yu left with a black face.

A circle of people around them see them so lips, also can see that they do not deal with, more or less a little embarrassed, but Xie Qingcheng did not take it seriously.

He got up and threw the coffee into the trash can directly in front of the eyes of the crowd, the little boy ordered coffee only at night, he was so tossed at this age still want to sleep?

Xie Qingcheng resumed his seat and looked at the aid station staff with a calm face, "I'm sorry, the client's child doesn't know any better, I've made you laugh."

"No, it's fine."

Two dry laughs.

Xie Qingcheng : "Speaking of which, oh yeah... are you guys sure Zhuang Zhiqiang doesn't have a daughter?"

The staff came back to his senses: "Yeah, no, Zhuang Zhiqiang the old man doesn't even have any relatives. We are here to help homeless people contact their relatives or their organizations, but this old man has no one to contact."

Xie Qingcheng was silent.

In his experience, he felt that Zhuang Zhiqiang's reaction did not seem to be a case of hysteria for no reason, and that the "daughter" must be the knot in his heart.

.

"Daughter ......" on the hospital bed, inserted with oxygen tubes of the old man in a stupor still murmured that perhaps he imagined in the person, "the unbeatable girl child, the old man to see you playing a small child grow up, to see you carry a small schoolbag to read, see You got into college and went to the big city ......"

He paused for a few moments, a cloudy tear seeping from the head of his wrinkled eyes.

The old man's dreamy voice took on an aggrieved and choked voice: "Why can't you ...... come back to see your old man again ......"

Xie Xue a soft heart, listening to the side of the tears, by the nurse's permission, took the initiative to pull Zhuang Zhiqiang's hand, next to his hospital bed, said: "old man, you do not cry la. I ...... I'm here. I'm with you. You have to hurry up and get well ......"

She couldn't stay in contact with the patient for too long, and after relieving the fuzzy old man for a while, the doctor told her it was almost time to get out.

Xie Xue finished the extermination and walked out of the emergency room, took out a tissue from her bag to wipe her tears, but realized that the tissue had already been used up.

At that moment a pretty hand handed her a man's handkerchief.

Xie Xue lifted her eyes, which were a bit red and swollen, and met He Yu's gently smiling face.

He Yu in front of Xie Qingcheng face a look of scum animal, in front of Xie Xue but also quite human-like dog, handing over handkerchiefs are particularly delicate and exquisite, snow-white silk cloth, a little unnecessary creases are not.

"Rub it in."

"Thank you, thank you."

"It's okay."

He had known that Xie Xue would react this way.

Xie Xue was born not long after her parents had gone, and her grandparents were long gone, she grew up envious of others who could shout out loud for their moms and dads and grandparents, and those were the words she could only whisper to the cold, wet stone monument every year during the Ching Ming Festival when she stood under the black umbrella held out by Xie Qingcheng, holding a bouquet of gentle white chrysanthemums.

That's why she can't stand to see people of her fathers' and grandfathers' age without their children.

"Doctor." She wiped her tears and spoke to the ER doc again, "Will you guys talk to me when Gramps is transferred to the psych ward? I'll stay with him."

He Yu frowned slightly, "What kind of place are you going for."

"That's okay, it just so happens that the school is also going to ask me to talk to a couple of prisons and mental hospitals about taking students on visits. It says they want to give the choreography class some more special social experiences. But I haven't even gotten around to talking about it yet." Xie Xue huffed, "It's all by the way."

After she had said this, He Yu couldn't say anything else, so he just walked to the side and picked up the stray little yellow dog.

The little puppy was lifted in front of him by He Yu's fleshy armpits in a chokehold, and his yellow-and-white legs stomped twice in vain. The dog's black bean nose met his almond eyes, and the dog froze a little.

He Yu asked gently, "I'll get you a dog license, and you'll live in my house for a while, and I'll send you back when your owner gets better."

The puppy shuddered, "Oooh ......"

Animals often have this ability called a sixth sense, where they can tell the oppressive and sickly underneath a person's smile, so the puppy, scared and wanting to please him, stuck out its soft tongue and licked He Yu nervously.

He Yu smiled, stroking his knuckles over the dog's head, letting the dog lick his fingertips, his eyes ghostly, "Good boy. You're more sensible than that man."