Don't panic, the prince, the patriarch of fortune, she has space

Chapter 281, My son listens to the words of the patriarch Feng the most
Old Doctor Chen looked solemn, "Young Master Bai has a sword wound on his chest, and it should have been there for a few days, but it didn't hurt the vitals and it was treated well. As long as you are careful when you get hot, and the wound doesn't get worse, you'll be fine."

Feng Qingluo wanted to complain, since it's fine, do you have a serious and scary face like an old doctor?

As a result, the old doctor went on to say: "Young Master Bai is wounded on his chest, try not to let him get out of bed to move around, otherwise the wound will easily open. The wound will not heal for a long time, and his life may be in danger!"

This time, not only Feng Qingluo, but even Shui Mo's face changed, and he said with a crying voice: "Young Master, he can't sit still! He was injured in Rong'an City, and he had to hold on to come back here. He was still suffering last night. After one night, what should I do?"

Old Doctor Chen shook his head, "There is no other way but to rest. The wound medicine prepared by Mr. Bai himself is much better than the old man's. As long as you take the medicine properly, you will be fine soon."

Ink and ink worry!

Feng Qingluo blamed herself very much, "It's all my fault that I let him stay up all night without knowing it, how about this, let's supervise Mr. Bai together in the future, we can't let him get out of bed no matter what, let's recover from the injury first."

She had good intentions and nothing else.

In the end, Shui Mo replied: "Thank you so much, Chief Feng, my son listens to you the most, and he will be obedient if you supervise him!"

Shui Mo was also too excited, saying everything, and didn't realize that Qin Zhi who was beside him had a dark face and a bright smile on his face.

As soon as he said this, Feng Qingluo felt bad, she turned her head to look at her little man secretly, and suddenly felt a kind of embarrassment of being caught out, she didn't say anything, she didn't do anything!
"Ahem... I can only help to remind you. After all, Mr. Bai may have worked hard for my people to make his condition worse. Later, I will send someone over to help you. If you need help, ink ink, just ask him Speaking of which, our Feng family are all kind and generous people, even if Mr. Bai didn't fall ill because of us, we would lend a helping hand in need."

"Clan Chief Feng is indeed a good person! Thank you so much!"

Feng Qingluo nodded, and then quietly moved away from this hot-headed and inappropriate servant, so as not to disturb her and Qin Zhi when Bai Jingxing got well.

She silently retreated to Qin Zhi's side, and took the initiative to hold her big hand tightly.

"Well, it's late, it's a bit cold!"

Feng Qingluo's hands were really a little cold.

On a midsummer night in this mountain, if the wind blows for a long time, you will catch a cold, not to mention it is only the beginning of summer.

She was sure that Qin Zhi would feel distressed, so she acted like a baby without any scruple.

Sure enough, Qin Zhi immediately wrapped her little hand in the palm of his hand, his face instantly changed into a distressed expression, how could he be angry!
"Hands are so cold! Go, go home quickly."

"Go first and see how Mr. Bai is doing before you leave?" Feng Qingluo asked with her head tilted, her whole body was almost hanging on Qin Zhi's arm.

Qin Zhi gave a displeased "Yes", and the two entered the bamboo house together, followed by Old Doctor Chen, Shui Mo and Han Yan.

After entering the room, Old Doctor Chen tested Bai Jingxing's body temperature, and nodded with relief, "Well, rubbing with white wine is really helpful, it's not hot anymore."

Feng Qingluo reminded: "Reducing the temperature of liquor is after all a cure for the symptoms, not the root cause. It is only serious to ask Dr. Chen to prescribe a medicine and boil it down for him."

"It's natural. Antipyretics are not complicated. Mr. Bai should have ready-made medicinal materials. I just picked them up and boiled them."

"Thank you, Doctor Chen!"

Old Doctor Chen waved his hand and followed the ink painting away, very active.

If he had known that it was Bai Jingxing, Doctor Bai, he would have run away when he was sick, so there was no need for Han Yan to urge him.

Old Doctor Chen admired Bai Jingxing's medical skills, but he was suffering from not having a legitimate reason to approach him. This time he finally got one, so he must grasp it well.

(End of this chapter)