This sentence, Ling Che only dared to say in his heart. On the surface, he nodded lightly, "well."
Bai Jingxuan takes the medicine box from the trunk, and Ling Che takes the initiative to help her.
"I'll do it myself." she glanced at the ancient buildings in the distance. "Where's aunt?"
"Rest in the Tingtao Pavilion in the backyard."
"Come on, go."
Ling Che glanced at her anxiously, "Xiao Xuan, you haven't had dinner yet? Why don't you have a meal first..."
"I have an appointment with Li Tinghe to have dinner later." Bai Jingxuan refused directly.
Ling Che's eyes flashed a ray of loss, "that's all right."
Instead of taking the main road, they walked through the quiet path in the hospital. When they passed the main building of Lingyuan, lingche asked, "do you want to go home?"
She shook her head.
"My father is busy with work. When my mother was ill, she smashed my father's study and destroyed some important documents several times. Since then, my mother moved to the backyard."
He explained why his mother didn't live in the main building of Lingyuan.
"Oh." Bai Jingxuan echoed casually. A few minutes later, they entered the Tingtao building in the backyard.
Tingtao small building is like an ancient courtyard, with fragrant flowers and willow pavilions, glazed cornices and artificially cultivated flower beds blooming. Even the windows are made of vermilion paint window frames and rice paper paste.
It's really retro.
Bai Jingxuan and Ling Che walked into the small building on the second floor. The retro wooden floors, red sandalwood tables and chairs, and landscape paintings on the walls were almost the same as those of large families in ancient times.
The difference is that the decoration is more exquisite. It looks very exquisite and valuable.
Ling family, with strong strength, is not bad for money.
Ling's mother Yang Xinai has sat on the main seat in front of the living room, with a maid waiting on the side.
Hearing the footsteps of someone coming, Yang Xinai quickly stood up from his chair, "che'er, is that you?"
A blind eye makes a wise ear.
She had been able to distinguish her son's footsteps accurately.
"Mother, it's me." Ling Che uttered.
"Is Xiaoxuan coming?" Yang Xinai's clean face looked forward to it.
The fine lines in the corners of her eyes were very shallow, and her facial features looked very kind. Years had not left too many traces on her face.
"Yes." Ling Che's voice was light.
Yang Xinai's attitude is very warm. "Come on, Xiao Hong, pour tea for Miss Bai."
The maid called Xiaohong immediately prepared a cup of hot tea for Bai Jingxuan and brought it to Bai Jingxuan. "Miss Bai, please."
"Thank you." Bai Jingxuan took the cup, glanced at the tea and smelled it.
Without trace, the water is non-toxic.
She took a sip and put the cup on the tea table together with the oblique medicine box.
"Xiaoxuan, have you had dinner?" Yang Xinai's face was full of concern. Obviously, he didn't take her as an ordinary doctor.
"Thank you for your concern. I'll have an appointment with someone later. I'll go after seeing you."
"Oh, it's hard for you."
"It's all right." Bai Jingxuan looked at her and asked, "where's aunt Ling's recent physical examination report?"
She only brought a simple box, so it was impossible to do a comprehensive inspection.
Therefore, let Ling Che take Yang Xinai to check in advance.
"Here it is." Ling Che handed her a stack of reports issued by the hospital.
Bai Jingxuan asked Yang Xinai, "how are you feeling recently?"