Chapter 168 Consequences of not having medical records
Amu became so angry that he picked up a pillow and threw it at her face: "Get out!"
Qule laughed and ran away.
Amu was so angry that he hammered the bed board hard. This woman is so disgusting!
Qu Le knocked on Jing Ling's door and approached him mysteriously: "Stretch out your hand and give you a gift."
Jing Ling stretched out her hand, and she quickly put a round object into his hand. He looked down at the small heater in his hand, and an elegant medicinal fragrance floated in the air.
Qu Le said with a smile: "The weather here is really cold, and you didn't bring any clothes. If you make it fresh, it will be too late. You should use this to deal with it first. This was given to Mr. Han by the elders in the village, but he didn't like it.
After using this, it has been left in the utility room without use. After several years, this thing is almost rusty. But don't worry, I have scrubbed it clean, and the charcoal inside is mixed with some dried licorice and mint.
, although the smell is a bit strange, but it will help your cough..."
Jing Ling remained silent, looking deeply at the careful woman in front of her, with a warm smile on her lips and her eyes becoming more and more tender.
"Thank you," Jing Ling put the small heater into her arms, the smile on her face was as bright as the sun, "This heater feels just like you, very warm."
Qu Le covered her mouth and chuckled: "Oh hehehe, being praised like this by a beautiful man makes people's blood boil!"
She always spoke so interestingly, Jing Ling smiled slightly: "Would you like to come in and sit down?"
"No need," she waved her hand casually and walked towards the study, "I still have some books I haven't finished reading, so I don't need to disturb you. It's windy and snowy outside, so you'd better stay in the room and rest."
Watching her retreating back, Jing Ling carefully touched the heater in her hand, feeling very relaxed and happy.
Qu Le walked into the study and saw Mr. Han there, and greeted him with a smile: "Hello, sir."
Mr. Han smiled and said, "Did you just go to see Jing Ling?"
"Well, I cleaned the hand warmer at home and gave it to him so that he wouldn't have cold hands anymore," Qu Le walked to the bookshelf and glanced around on the bookshelf.
Mr. Han read the book for a while, looked up and saw that she was still searching everywhere, and couldn't help but ask: "What are you looking for?"
"I remember... there seem to be several medical books here. Why can't I find them all now?"
Mr. Han stood up, took out two books from the top of the bookshelf next to her, and placed them in front of her: "Are they these two books?"
Qu Le nodded hurriedly and took the books with both hands: "Yes, that's them! Thank you!"
She sat down on the chair next to her with her book in her arms and looked seriously. Mr. Han sat back behind the desk and asked, seemingly unintentionally: "What do you think of Jing Ling?"
"It's very good. Not only is he handsome, but he also has a good temper. He is a rare and good man." After the appraisal was completed, she continued to immerse herself in reading.
Mr. Han asked again: "Then do you like him?"
Qu Le raised her head and admitted without hesitation: "I like it! Who wouldn't like such a good-looking man?"
Looking at her frank look, Mr. Han felt that maybe he was overthinking it. She didn't seem to have thought about the relationship between men and women at all. He said: "Jing Ling is going back soon. I thought you... forget it, since
If you don’t have this idea, just pretend I didn’t say anything.”
Qu Le thought for a while and finally realized what his question meant. She immediately said: "I like Jing Ling quite a lot, but it's just a love between friends. It's impossible for me to be with him!"
"Why isn't it possible?"
Why? Qu Le couldn't answer at once. She hesitated for a moment and said seriously: "I don't want to talk about emotional issues yet."
No matter what kind of entanglements she had with Xiao Feng, he still left a deep mark on her heart through their interactions over the years, and she still can't forget it.
Seeing that she didn't want to talk more about this matter, Mr. Han wisely changed the subject and said, "Jing Ling is leaving soon. If you have time, please spend more time with him."
"Okay," Qu Le agreed very readily.
It was rare that there was sunshine today, so Qu Le was drying out the washed clothes. When she turned around, she saw Jing Ling standing by the window looking out, her handsome face like a cold plum, proudly independent in the ice and snow.
She is indeed a beauty, just standing there quietly makes people drool with her beauty.
Amu, who was recovering from his injuries, walked out of the house and sneered: "Wipe your saliva quickly!"
Qu Le immediately came back to her senses and subconsciously wiped the corner of her mouth, but found that there was no saliva at all. She pounced on it with long teeth and five claws: "You brat, how dare you play tricks on me!"
Amu turned around and ran away. The two of them were playing and having fun in the yard.
When he was tired from the fuss, Qu Le strode into Jing Ling's room and said with a smile: "I'm here to ask you for a cup of hot tea."
Jing Ling smiled slightly: "Sit down."
His movement of making tea was very beautiful, elegant and calm, fresh and refined. Qu Le stared at him generously for a long time. It was not until he pushed the hot tea in front of her that she asked: "You have natural hair."
Is it just white?”
Jing Ling held a cup of hot tea in her hand and said calmly: "No, I have been weak and sick since I was a child. I have seen many doctors and taken many kinds of medicine. When I was seven years old, I fell asleep after taking medicine. The next day
When I woke up, my hair turned white. Later I found out that the medicine I took that time conflicted with the medicine prescribed by another doctor."
Look, this is the consequence of not having medical records!
Qu Le said: "Can't it be cured?"
Jing Ling: "Well, I have seen many doctors over the years, but to no avail."
Qu Le: "If it really can't be cured, you can use hair dye to directly dye your hair black."
Jing Ling was silent for a moment and asked, "Do you think my hair is ugly?"
"It's not a question of whether you look ugly or not..." Qu Le frowned, and then said impatiently, "Forget it, you are quite handsome anyway, I like it very much!"
She didn't lie. Jingling's white hair was thin and smooth, like fine pure white silk, very beautiful and elegant.
Jing Ling was amused by her: "Thank you, it's fun talking to you."
"Actually, I'm more interested in your eyes than your white hair," Qu Le scratched his hair and chuckled, "I'm just curious. If you feel it's inconvenient to tell me, just pretend that I'm not."
Just ask."
"It's nothing inconvenient to say," Jing Ling raised her lips, "My mother was a Persian dancer. She was sent to the snowy land, and then she and my father gave birth to me."
A mixed-race child, no wonder he is so beautiful! Qu Le suddenly realized: "That's it!"
Jing Ling carefully rubbed the edge of the tea cup in her hand and said slowly: "My mother was sent away after she gave birth to me. Because of my poor health, my father did not allow me to go out. Plus, he didn't like my eyes.
I rarely come to see me."
This story sounds a bit ridiculous. Qu Le looked at his strange-colored eyes carefully and expressed her opinion seriously: "I think your eyes are very beautiful. If your father doesn't like it, it's because he has no vision. He is older.
He has old ideas and there is a generation gap between his appreciation level and that of us young people. We don’t blame him!”
Jing Ling couldn't help but laugh again: "He's not too old either. He just gave birth to a son this year."
Qule blinked: "Would you mind revealing your father's true age?"
"He is fifty-three this year."
Qu Le thought for a while and said: "A man has forty-one flowers, and he can barely be considered an older flower now."
Jing Ling chuckled. He really couldn't imagine his father turning into a flower.
The two chatted happily. Jing Ling felt that Qu Le had a very magical power that could help him get rid of all the bad feelings in his heart. She was like the sunshine in winter, not very warm, but emitting
Warm breath.
He couldn't help but ask: "Will you come with me?"
Qu Le was stunned, and Jing Ling thought for a moment. He had already asked the question anyway, so it would be better to ask him thoroughly. He really liked this happy little girl from the bottom of his heart.
He said seriously: "I'm going home in two days, and I won't be able to come here again for a long time. I really like the feeling of chatting with you. You make me feel relaxed and happy. If you are willing,
I can give you a good life and I will take good care of you."
Qule did not refuse, but she also did not agree. She tilted her head and looked at him: "Where does your family live?"
Since she wanted to invite someone to be a guest, she naturally had to be sincere. Jing Ling answered truthfully: "I am actually the third prince of the Snow Region of the Central Emperor, and my home is in the Snow Region Palace."
Qu Le slowly opened her eyes. She was so lucky. She could pick up a prince when she went out. Are princes so worthless these days?!
She decisively declined: "Thank you for your kindness, let's forget it. I don't get along with the palace people. If I go with you, I'm afraid I will die again."
Jing Ling: "Why die once?"
"It's nothing," Qu Le waved his hand casually and drank the tea in the cup, "I'll make some medicine for you. You can have a good rest."
Jing Ling was very disappointed, but she still maintained a gentle and elegant smile on her face: "Okay."
Qu Le was squatting in the kitchen making medicine, and A Mu followed him, leaned next to the stove, and said in a weird voice: "Brother Jing Ling wanted to take you away just now, why didn't you agree? He is a prince and has power.
How many women are vying to please him, but you are the only one who doesn’t know the difference!”
Did this kid take the wrong medicine? Qu Le was too lazy to pay attention to him. After the medicine was cooked, she took the medicine and left.
Amu was still standing there. He also felt that he was quite confused. Who did that woman go with? It was none of his business. He was so angry!
Two days later, a carriage stopped in front of Han's house to take Jing Ling back.
Qu Le sent him out: "Take care on the road, and remember to write to us when you have time in the future."
"Okay," Jing Ling took off the round jade pendant she wore on her waist, "This is the care you have taken for me these days. It's not worth much. If you have any difficulties in the future, you can come to the Snowland Palace with this jade pendant to find me.
, I will definitely try my best to help you."
Qu Le took the jade pendant. The color was crystal clear and the tentacles were warm and smooth. She smiled and put the jade pendant into her sleeves: "Thank you!"
Jing Ling took one last deep look at her before getting into the carriage. The driver raised his whip and whipped it down. The horse's hooves raised and the carriage sped away. (To be continued)