Concubine Hanhan's Concubine Gongdou

Chapter 883 It turns out that the son is also afraid

Fan Youxuan didn't like Wusheng either, and now that Lian Musu was here, he pretended he didn't hear, and bowed his head respectfully waiting for Lian Musu's words.

These days, he almost turned a blind eye to Wu Sheng, seldom spoke to Wu Sheng, and he didn't want to pay attention to Wu Sheng from the bottom of his heart, and he didn't like his own voice, so he minimized the opportunities to speak on weekdays.

Lian Musu was well aware of the conflict between the two, and only seriously criticized Fan Youxuan's voice when the fifth life laughed at it, but the first five lives did not dare to do it again.

Lian Musu didn't care about the rest, and even arranged for them to live together. Wu Sheng came to protest, but it was invalid.

At this time, Lian Musu still ignored the conflict between the two, and answered Fan Youxuan with a smile: "Shang Ke, what do Youxuan want to ask today?"

Just as Fan Youxuan was about to answer, he glanced at Wu Sheng inadvertently. Seeing Wu Sheng looking at him with such eyes, he couldn't help feeling a little annoyed in his heart. This dog despises people like rats and always meddles in his business. annoying.

He suddenly lost his mind on the question he originally wanted to ask. He shook his head and found an excuse: "I just came to see you, sir. I haven't fully understood what you said yesterday, so I will ask you again when I understand it."

Wu Sheng glanced sideways, picked up the teapot and poured Lian Musu a cup of tea, and said sarcastically, "Oh, that's really strange, it's rare that Young Master Fan came here to see you, hehe."

"You..." Fan Youxuan showed a hint of anger on his face, but finally he endured it and said nothing.

Lian Musu couldn't help but feel a little regretful when he saw that the person didn't have an attack. This rebellious and stubborn boy, in his teens, was arrogant, but he was very good at hiding it, so he was not easy to teach. Just like what Fan Gong said, he was convinced It would be better if the temperament is straightforward.

Lian Musu gave Wu Sheng an encouraging look, and then said a few words of encouragement to Fan Youxuan expectantly.

Fan Youxuan responded one by one. Before leaving, he hesitated for a while and asked a question that he had held back for a long time.

He looked at Lian Musu's leg, and asked hesitantly: "Sir, your leg, just in case..." Is it worth it?
For Lian Musu, he was convinced from the bottom of his heart. He had read the "Gonglun" and thought that he could not write it with his current knowledge, but he was confident that he would be able to write a better one in time.

On the day Lian Musu healed his leg, Fan Youxuan was waiting outside, only saw a bucket of bloody water carried out from the pharmacy, he didn't go in to feel it intuitively, there were only the voices of Huang Shenyi and others, he hardly heard Lian Musu's voice.

Therefore, when he heard that Lian Musu's leg was broken and then reattached, he didn't take it seriously, he just thought the description was exaggerated. After applying medicine to the broken leg to check the wound healed, he saw the wound that went deep into the bone, which was extremely hideous.

He was shocked when he learned that Lian Musu was awake the whole time he treated his legs. The pain he endured was unimaginable to him, but he had read the allusion of Master Guan scraping bones to heal poison, and knew that ordinary people could bear it.

What shocked him even more was that the leg treatment this time was not foolproof. If the tendon was torn during the treatment, Lian Musu's left leg would really be useless.

That's why he couldn't figure out why Mr. Lian would take the risk of treating his leg even if he lost his reputation as a public servant, and his future would be limitless.

Lian Musu was a little surprised that he would ask, since the young man followed him, if he asked about any inconveniences in life, the young man said it was all right, seeing that his left foot was slightly lame, he still avoided talking about it.

After understanding what Fan Youxuan meant, Lian Musu smiled slightly, and looked at the young man generously: "You want to ask what will happen if it can't be cured?"

Fan Youxuan hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

The teenagers of the rich family are precocious, and they already know how to weigh the pros and cons at a young age.

Wu Sheng got angry, and put the teapot back on the table heavily: "Fan, what do you mean? You want to curse the young master for his bad legs!"

Lian Musu raised his hand to stop Wu Sheng, looked directly at the young man, and said calmly: "That will be useless."

Fan Youxuan was surprised: "But sir, you obviously have a bright future, is it worth such a gamble?"

Lian Musu said solemnly: "At the beginning, Doctor Huang told me that to cure my leg would require a lot of pain. I was also afraid, and I was also afraid that I would not be able to bear it. My family has not yet escaped from the sea of ​​suffering. I still have a lot of pain. There are many things I want to do, even if I am limping, I still have ten years to realize my wish, how can I be willing to gamble on this possibility?"

"That……"

Lian Musu waved her hand and continued: "But when I saw my relatives worrying about my leg and seeing my third younger brother's eyes full of guilt and grief, I realized that they were already heartbroken for my leg. If you become ill, if you cure me, you will cure our family."

"Life is alive, not just for yourself, and you can't be sure of everything. It's just that my relatives believe in me, I believe in them, and I believe in myself. This time, I bet for myself and for us. The whole family, even if I lose, I have no regrets. What's more..."

Having said that, Lian Musu paused, and said with firm eyes: "What's more, I ask myself, if my leg is crippled, will I become a crippled person? I know not, I never think that people with physical diseases Will be a disabled person, don't feel inferior because of this, and can't lift your head. It was the same when I was lame in the past, and it will be the same in the future. I don't want to be sick. I don't accept this fate. I only know that if the sky doesn't accept my life, I will There will never be a day when you give up on yourself and become a useless person. A useless person is not judged by physical illness, but a disabled person is a disabled person.”

Fan Youxuan's heart was ups and downs, and he could not speak for a long time. It turns out that Mr. Lian is not afraid, but has accepted the result calmly...

It's the heart that is destroyed, not the body, but there are some things he still can't figure out. He thought of his own voice...

Only then did Wu Sheng know that Lian Musu had already planned to lose his legs, his eyes were wet, his throat was choked and he said, "My lord..."

Lian Musu smiled lightly at him, and said: "Only the three of us know what we said just now, don't talk to others." He couldn't let his family know, let alone Lian Bao.

Wu Sheng wiped his eyes and responded. Seeing that the Fan family boy was silent, he couldn't help but glared at him. He walked over with a few strides and pushed him away: "My lord is talking to you, don't tell me about it."

Fan Youxuan came to his senses at this moment, looked at Lian Musu solemnly and said: "Of course not, a gentleman's promise is worth a thousand gold, sir, I will not say it."

Although he still can't figure it out, he knows that Mr. Lian is worthy of admiration.

Lian Musu nodded.

At this moment, there was a burst of laughter from outside the window, and a woman smiled and said: "I thought you are not afraid of anything, but you are afraid that people will know what you said, but I have heard it, so what should I do?" Touch, pleasant to the ear, but there is a playful meaning in the language.

Wu Sheng looked outside and said in surprise, "Who's there?"

Lian Musu turned her head to look, and saw a beautiful woman with delicate face and picturesque brows appearing at the door, entering gracefully, followed by a playful maid.

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(End of this chapter)