The Young Urban Doctor
Chapter 875 - Chapter 875 Chapter 875 Father and Son Have a Rift

Chapter 875: Chapter 875: Father and Son Have a Rift Chapter 875: Chapter 875: Father and Son Have a Rift After thinking about it, Luo Ziling responded, “Actually, what I’m most worried about is that my dad and your dad will fight each other to the death. What should we do then?”

Ling Ruonan would definitely not fight Yang Yunlin to the death. Ling Ruonan doesn’t have the capability to put Yang Yunlin in a deadly situation, and Yang Yunlin couldn’t really do anything to Ling Ruonan, at least for now.

But Luo Xusheng would be different. When men solve problems, it could very well be a fight to the death.

With such deep grudges between two men, it’s impossible to resolve them quickly. If Yang Yunlin wishes Luo Xusheng dead, or if Luo Xusheng hates the Yang Family to the core because of the twenty years of separation, it could really end up being a fight to the death with the Yang Family.

If Luo Xusheng and Yang Yunlin both see it as a matter of life and death and each wants the other dead, then as their children, what should they do?

Yang Yunlin disapproves of him and firmly prevents him from associating with Yang Qingyin. Yang Qingyin has the courage to challenge her father’s authority and fights for her own happiness. But if Luo Xusheng gets involved, and the two fathers fight each other to the death, it would be incredibly awkward for them as children if they insisted on being together.

Yang Qingyin’s reply came back quickly, with a few awkward emojis followed by a message, “I also don’t know what to do!”

Luo Ziling sent a long message back: “Forget about it; don’t think about it anymore. There will be a way out when we get to the mountain. I’m going back to the dorm to sleep. I won’t disturb their sharing of lovesickness. I’ll go over and join them tomorrow. Too exhausted today, sleep early. I hope all the injuries my dad gave me heal by tomorrow. Worrying too much only adds more troubles of my own.”

“Yeah, go to sleep early. We’ll talk more tomorrow.” Yang Qingyin added a kiss emoji to her message.

Seeing it was still early, Luo Ziling messaged Luo Yuqing, but didn’t mention Luo Xusheng’s arrival in the Capital, just asked if she had gone to sleep.

However, without waiting for Luo Yuqing’s reply, Luo Ziling had to give up.

He was very tired today and had drunk quite a bit of good wine; he couldn’t help but feel sleepy, and soon drifted off.

When he woke up, it was already broad daylight, and he checked the time; it was already seven o’clock.

Luo Ziling suddenly panicked; he had promised Ling Ruonan that he would go over early to join them and have breakfast together.

Going at this time would be quite late, so Luo Ziling quickly got out of bed, quickly washed up, and hurried in the direction of Ling Ruonan’s residence. There was no time for morning exercise, and he didn’t even check his phone. After leaving the apartment building, Luo Ziling broke into a run.

At this time of day, there weren’t many pedestrians or vehicles on the streets. Luo Ziling ran at full speed, using it as his morning exercise for the day.

Halfway through his run, a car driven by Yang Xiaodong appeared beside him. This guy popped his head out from the driver’s side and asked Luo Ziling if he wanted a ride. Luo Ziling ignored him, continued to run on his own, and vowed to settle accounts with Yang Xiaodong and Wang Zhenjun in Luo Xusheng’s presence that day.

Yang Xiaodong shivered with fear, almost driving into the green belt.

Eventually, he didn’t dare to shout anything more at Luo Ziling, just drove the car slowly beside him.

The distance from the school to Ling Ruonan’s villa was about five or six kilometers, and Luo Ziling managed to run there in less than half an hour, maintaining a fast pace, except when waiting for traffic lights.

When Luo Ziling arrived at Ling Ruonan’s villa by running, he saw Wuyue outside, who seemed a bit anxious.

The coat Luo Ziling threw to her yesterday was not worn; she wore her own overcoat instead.

Seeing his figure appear, Wuyue seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and immediately came forward, “Young Master, Miss got up very early, breakfast was already made, waiting for you to come and eat, she even urged me to come pick you up.”

“Sister Wuyue, you seem to be talking much more than before. Did something delightful happen?” Luo Ziling couldn’t help but tease Wuyue a bit.

Wuyue’s face actually turned slightly red, but she quickly glared at Luo Ziling irritably and ignored him.

Luo Ziling didn’t mind and pushed the door open to enter on his own.

In the living room, Luo Xusheng was quietly talking with Ling Ruonan. Seeing him come in, both of them stood up. Luo Ziling saw that Ling Ruonan’s complexion looked better than usual, with a very charming blush, and he understood what was going on.

He immediately joked, “Mom, it looks like you had a good sleep last night, you look so radiant.”

With that remark, Ling Ruonan turned embarrassingly red, and Luo Xusheng also looked quite awkward.

“What nonsense are you talking about?” Ling Ruonan glared at Luo Ziling, annoyed at his wild talk.

“Even saying you look good is wrong,” Luo Ziling chuckled, “It must be your man’s doing. I’ve been caring for you for so long, and never did you have such a good complexion. Ugh, I ran all the way here, I’m dead tired, I want to eat breakfast.”

Luo Ziling deliberately ignored Ling Ruonan, who was so embarrassed she seemed to want to crawl into a hole, and walked into the dining room.

On the dining table, a lot of breakfast items were already laid out, including noodles, fried dough sticks, buns, and porridge.

Although Luo Ziling had grown up in the Northwest, he was inherently more inclined towards the Yang Family in terms of taste preferences. He didn’t have a special fondness for buns or steamed bread, preferring soup-based foods like noodles, rice noodles, and porridge for breakfast.

Luo Xusheng’s palate was probably quite similar, so the breakfast Ling Ruonan prepared included these items.

“Mom, I’m starving, I ran more than six kilometers,” Luo Ziling said, and without waiting for the still embarrassed Ling Ruonan to respond, he grabbed a bowl and chopsticks, served himself a bowl of noodles, and started eating.

By the time he had finished a bowl of noodles, Ling Ruonan, still red-faced, finally walked into the dining room.

Luo Xusheng also entered, looking somewhat awkward. As he walked in, he shot a fierce glare towards Luo Ziling. Luo Ziling paid no attention; to this father who had suddenly appeared and even beaten him up the first time they met, he felt a bit aggrieved.

Even though he knew Luo Xusheng’s surprise attack was merely to test his skills and that he had been careful not to cause any serious injury, he still felt somewhat resentful.

The encounter was nothing like what he had envisioned for their first meeting; it lacked warmth, leaving him very disappointed.

What Luo Ziling hadn’t expected was that Luo Xusheng and Ling Ruonan sat down, ready to eat breakfast, when Luo Xusheng said, “Yesterday, your mom and I were talking about you and Yang Qingyin.”

“The one who was with me yesterday was her,” Luo Ziling forcefully swallowed a bun and then looked calmly at Luo Xusheng, “I don’t know if you got a good look at her, but she’s a really nice girl. When I was attacked by someone as formidable as you yesterday, she didn’t run away but calmly called for help.”

Luo Ziling’s demeanor left Luo Xusheng momentarily at a loss for words, and his expression turned somewhat awkward.

Being a stern military man who rarely joked or smiled, and quite different from Luo Ziling’s articulate and persuasive nature, hearing Luo Ziling speak so forcefully left him unsure of how to respond.