Zhao Luo looked at his back, and unconsciously held the urn in his hand tightly, as if he could draw some comfort in this way.

The doctor belongs to the Star Thieves Group, and has been dealing with the group of five big and three rough men all the year round. It is rare to meet a little guy who seems to be well-behaved, and his tone is much gentler, "Little guy, don't worry, since you are here, just take care of your injuries, no People will bully you."

Having said that, Zhao Luo looked at this huge mansion and expensive and exquisite decorations, and his heart was still up and down.

Seeing that he was vigilant, the doctor took the initiative to talk to him, "Come on, what are you holding in your hand?"

When Zhao Luo heard this, he hesitated.

"It's okay, you don't have to say it if you don't want to." The doctor didn't speak harshly to children, and smiled very kindly.

Of course, some of them were brought back by Zhao Jinghong himself.

"This..." Zhao Luo pursed his lips and lowered his voice a lot, "It's my mother's urn."

After speaking, he secretly glanced at the doctor, for fear that he would also frown and curse "bad luck" like the others.

The doctor was stunned for a moment, but did not show any disgust, and smiled, "No wonder."

Zhao Luo wanted to ask him what he meant by this, but he was worried about touching something secret, so he hesitated for a moment, but closed his mouth.

The doctor put anesthesia on his leg, handled the wound neatly, and then called an assistant to ask Yu Fang to help Zhao Luo take a bath and change his clothes.

Zhao Luo was very frightened, but his legs were in plaster casts and he couldn't do it himself. He could only blushed and asked Yu Fang to take care of him. In the end, he was sent to the arranged room, and he politely thanked him.

The assistant's little brother is very nice and loves to laugh. Let Zhao Luo not be restrained, and he can come to him when he is hurt or in any trouble.

Another patient came, and the assistant brother said hello to Zhao Luo and went to work.

Zhao Luo touched the quilt under him. It was soft and clean. Although the clothes he was wearing were a bit big, it was something he had never seen before, and he felt like a dream for a while.

"Di" The door suddenly opened.

Zhao Luo was taken aback. He thought it was Zhao Jinghong who came back and wanted to arrange his next work, but a food delivery robot came in.

The food delivery robot Shumenshulu opened the folding table specially placed on the bed, then placed the meals one by one, and finally said "please take it slow", and pushed the dining cart away.

Zhao Luo looked at the delicious dishes that were still steaming in front of him, his nose was sour, and tears fell uncontrollably.

This meal is estimated to be made according to the appetite of an adult man, and the portion is particularly large.

Rao is that Zhao Luo worked very hard, and his belly was perfectly round, but he was only a few years old after all, and in the end there was still one-third left.

He grew up in a slum since he was a child, and he knew that the most important thing in the world that cannot be wasted is food.

But can't bear it, can only face down, don't know what to do.

If he was healthy, he could walk two steps down the ground to digest and continue to eat. Now that his legs are in plaster casts, he really can't help it.

After a while, the food delivery robot came to clean up the dishes. Zhao Luo couldn't bear to have these things thrown away, so he poured them into the bowl and pushed the other bowls and chopsticks over.

The food delivery robot counted the tableware, found that one was missing, and tried to get the one on the table.

Zhao Luo blocked and tried to explain that he would eat it at night, but the food delivery robot did not have a smart chip installed and could not understand him at all, so he continued to stretch his robotic arm to take the bowl.

One person and one machine, you hide with me for a long time, until a "puchi" smile came from the door, Zhao Luo was so frightened that he almost slammed the bowl onto the quilt.

He was shocked and looked towards the door, only to see Zhao Jinghong standing there for some time, looking at him with interest.

Zhao Luo blushed, a little embarrassed, "Head, are you back?"

"You are adapting well, and you are still playing with the artificial mental retardation?" Zhao Jinghong couldn't help but laugh.

Zhao Luo said, "There are too many meals, I can't finish it, I want to save it for the next meal, it has to grab the bowl, so I-"

As soon as he was distracted, the bowl was snatched by the food delivery robot.

Zhao Luo let out a "hey", propped up the bed with his hands, and tried to grab it back.

"What's so good about leftovers? You're so weak, you have to eat something fresh." Zhao Jinghong walked to the bed and tapped him on the head, "I won't eat all that much. reluctant."

"But it's not good to waste." Zhao Luo replied in a low voice.

"So you have broken yourself up or eaten something stale and caused your body to have problems, and then you spend more money to see a doctor?" Zhao Jinghong glanced at Zhao Luo, his face full of disapproval.

Due to starvation for a long time, Zhao Luo was skinny and skinny, which made his belly round and round, as if there was a watermelon in it, and it was scary to look at.

"If you can't eat it, don't eat it. I'll be angry next time." Zhao Jinghong said knowingly that the child would eat hard or not.

"I can't afford it." Zhao Luo immediately lowered his head, his face full of guilt.

"You shouldn't tell me that you can't afford it, but you should tell yourself that you can't afford it. After all, it's your own body that is hurting."

Zhao Luo stared at him blankly, even though his reason tried desperately to warn him not to trust others, his heart still drifted in the direction of Zhao Jinghong unconsciously.

Chapter 103

Zhao Jinghong seemed to be very busy, and disappeared after that day, only the doctor came to check on him every once in a while and talk to him.

Worried that Zhao Luo would be idle and a rogue, the doctor gave him an anonymous optical brain. Of course, this optical brain cannot be connected to the Internet. There are only some small games such as mine sweeping, Lianliankan, and tank battles.

Although Zhao Luo is young, he has no interest in these things.