Every day I open my eyes, I'm running for my life

Chapter 42 Gillian
The Qing Dan medicine took effect, but after a while Lin Fenghe opened his eyes.

Nantour was the first to poke his head over and asked quickly: "How do you feel, Miss Jiawang?"

Huang Fucheng stroked his goatee, put his hand on her wrist, and squinted his eyes.

Although the medicine worked, the loss of blood still made Lin Fenghe's head feel heavy.

She blinked her eyes, saw clearly where she was, and the scent of herbs in the air, and guessed that she had been sent to the hospital for treatment by Nantour.

Good people, good people.

This is the first time Lin Fenghe's life has been saved since she came to this world from time travel.

Lin Fenghe sniffed her nose and shook her head in response as she had no way to express her heartache and pain in the past.

"Nothing's wrong, I feel fine everywhere."

Although she said this, what Huang Fucheng detected was not what she said.

"Although the poison has been cured, the girl's body is still severely damaged." Huang Fucheng took back his hand and called in Ah Jiu who was outside applying medicine.

"Ajiu, go get pen and paper."

Ah Jiu hurriedly put down what he was doing and came in with a pen and paper.

"I will prescribe some medicine for you to regulate your body. If you want your body and bones to recover quickly, don't strain your muscles and bones within three months."

He glanced at Lin Fenghe meaningfully and took the pen and paper handed over by Ah Jiu.

Feng Miaomiao, who was watching the others quietly from the side, saw Lin Fenghe had woken up and smiled lightly at her.

"Grandpa Huang, don't forget my Gillian." She walked up to Huang Fucheng and watched him write the prescription.

When Nantour heard Huang Fucheng's words, he nodded and agreed with him, thinking of the punch he punched Lin Fenghe at night.

At that time, Lin Fenghe's whole body seemed to be broken, and he fell to the ground in a weird posture.

When Nantour thought of that scene, he felt that he was wrong. He clasped his hands together and muttered something.

But Lin Fenghe couldn't respond when he heard Huang Fucheng's words.

She didn't want to break her muscles or bones.

But what she was supporting now was Lin Qinghe's body. If it weren't for the fake skin on her face, she would have only dared to step out of the door.

Hundreds of people can rush out in an instant to kill her.

Thinking of this, Lin Fenghe hurriedly raised his hand and touched his face.

In that illusory world, she remembered tearing off the fake skin with her own hands.

The rough texture under her fingertips and the damage on her cheek made her sigh in relief.

The fake leather is still there, although it's a little torn.

Feng Miaomiao leaned over and watched Huang Fucheng's every move, but her eyes unconsciously glanced at Lin Fenghe.

Seeing her raising her hand to wipe her face, Feng Miaomiao's eyes lit up, but when she saw Nantour talking to her, she returned to normal.

"Ah Jiu, go get some medicine." After writing the prescription, Huang Fucheng called Ah Jiu.

The latter felt quite relieved when he saw that the paper was full of medicinal materials for replenishing qi and blood.

I gave them a Qing Dan, and added some other precious medicinal materials.

You have to die at a loss.

He didn't dare to say these words to his master, so he could only weigh them silently in his mind.

Seeing that Huang Fucheng was free, Feng Miaomiao hurriedly called Gillian over.

"Grandpa Huang, it's our Gillian's turn."

Her Gillian is an ordinary spirit fox.

Like most of the monk's spiritual pets, there is a contract between them.

However, compared to a wealthy family like Feng Miaomiao, Gillian, the red fox, was a bit too ordinary.

Too ordinary to be worthy of Feng Miaomiao's status or the reputation of the Xuanwei family.

Even far inferior to the watchdog of Xuanwei's ancestral home.

From this point of view, Feng Miaomiao treated him very badly.Even though he worked hard enough, he completed the almost impossible transformation in just 20 years.

When Huang Fucheng saw the pale-faced Gillian appearing in front of him, he began to look extremely unhappy.

There was even a surge of anger in the whole person, and when Ah Jiu came in with the medicine, he even started to walk cautiously.

After preparing the medicine, Lin Fenghe wanted to pay for the medicine, but Huang Fucheng refused.

She held a month's supply of medicine, and her eyes widened when she heard that Nantour had paid her enough to drink half a year's medicine.

A good man, a really good man.

Saying goodbye to Dr. Huang, Lin Fenghe and Nantour left the pharmacy one after the other.

In the medical center, only Feng Miaomiao, Huang Fucheng, and their spiritual pet Gillian were left.

As for Ah Jiu, he has to take medicine.

"Grandpa Huang, tell me, do I really look nothing like my parents?" Without anyone else, Feng Miaomiao slumped down on the chair and put her legs on the table where Huang Fucheng had just written the prescription.

Huang Fucheng took the trauma medicine and asked Gillian to reveal the new injury while responding to Feng Miaomiao.

"The old man has reached the age of Zang Chao. His old eyes are dim and he really can't tell what he looks like or what he doesn't look like."

"Grandpa Huang, you have said this five times. I think you are not only having difficulty with your eyes, but also with your brain."

There was no annoyance in Feng Miaomiao's tone, but it seemed like she was joking with someone close to her.

But Huang Fucheng heard that she was dissatisfied.

As he expected, Feng Miaomiao paused and continued.

"It's better to go home and retire, and leave the position in the big medical center to someone more useful than you."

As she said that, Feng Miaomiao sat up straight, her eyes deep and full of resentment, staring closely at Huang Fucheng's every move.

"A-Jiao, come here."

Although her eyes were not kind, she said nothing to Huang Fucheng.

Gillian stood up hurriedly when she heard Feng Miaomiao's voice. She didn't care that Huang Fucheng's medicine hadn't dried yet, so she put on her clothes and walked over.

Huang Fucheng followed Gillian's gaze and put down the medicine bowl in his hand heavily.

"Grandpa Huang, let's go."

After a few breaths, Feng Miaomiao's expression returned to normal, and her expression and tone were no longer the same as before.

Huang Fucheng turned a deaf ear and sat down to rest, holding his waist.

Here Lin Fenghe went out and headed towards Lei Palace.

Nantour said he was worried that she would go back alone, fearing that she would meet the mourning gangster before, so he accompanied Lin Fenghe to fly back using Qinggong.

"Young girl with a prosperous family, go back and live a good life. If you have any trouble, you can go to the Yannan Building in Shijiuqiao District to find the man. He has been here for the past six months."

Nantour was particularly worried about his girl being chosen by Amma, and gave her repeated instructions.

"Brother Nantour, don't worry." After saying that, Lin Fenghe looked at Lei Gong getting closer and closer in front of him and stopped.

"Brother, you don't have to send it off, I'm here."

She didn't want Nantour to know that she lived in Lei Palace, so she listened on a street at the foot of Lei Palace.

Nantour didn't pay much attention to this street where all food was sold, and waved his hand to say goodbye to Lin Fenghe.

"Girls from a prosperous family, take care of your health."

Looking at Nantour's retreating figure, Lin Fenghe turned around with peace of mind and walked towards the Death Ladder in Lei Palace.

He rose up in the air, his body as light as a swallow. Before Lin Fenghe could get close to the ladder of death, two people suddenly appeared in front of him.

The woman standing in front is Feng Miaomiao, who was seeking treatment at the hospital not long ago.

The man had a fair and small face, standing behind Feng Miaomiao, with a delicate look that was too weak to take care of himself. He was the beloved Gillian.

Looking at the two of them, Lin Fenghe suddenly felt something was wrong.

Especially the whip held in Feng Miaomiao's hand was shining with white light at the moment.

(End of this chapter)