Knocked to the election boss today

Chapter 569 Salted Pork Knuckle (1)

Beside the bed, Feng Wuze frowned as he looked at the unconscious man lying on the bed.

shit.

It hurt so badly.

If he hadn't gotten close, he would have thought that the person lying here had died.

His eyes wandered on that handsome face, which was sickly white, but without a trace of scars.

Is it hurt?
While thinking, Duan Ming lifted a corner of the quilt, and Lan Xi's slender jade-like hands were exposed to Feng Wuze's vision.

The sleeves were rolled up, and the scarlet welts looked shocking.

Feng Wuze was stunned, and couldn't help thinking about the inhuman abuse Lan Xi had suffered.

During this period, Duan Ming had already diagnosed Lan Xi's pulse.

Lin Jie asked impatiently, "How is it?"

Duan Ming said, "Although the fever has subsided, Lan Xi's physical foundation is not good. After such a toss, the body is too weak, so she fell into a coma."

"Your body is too weak, let's make up for it." Feng Wuze came back to his senses, heard his words, and immediately took over the words, "My family has top-quality ginseng and snow lotus, are these enough to make up for?"

"Maybe I need something, you tell me, I'll go back and look for it."

Duan Fan said in a deep voice, "His body is too weak, these tonics cannot be given to him."

Lan Xi's physical condition is different from others, if he can take these tonics for him, he will use them for him.

Feng Wuze showed helplessness, "Then what should I do, make him fall asleep like this?"

Duan Fan lowered his head, the man's thin face was reflected in his eyes, "Fortunately, the fever has subsided, and now I can only recuperate slowly."

It can only be warmed up, not too strong, otherwise it will be counterproductive.

"The whip marks on my body are more or less likely to leave scars." Lin Jie sighed and sighed.

Duan Ming looked at her sideways, and asked, "There are still a few bottles of Yuling ointment over there in the pharmacy, didn't you ask you to keep them last time?"

After his reminder, Lin Jie remembered that there was still this treasure.

She raised her hand and patted her forehead, "Look at my memory, how can I forget this good thing, I'll go get it right away."

After finishing speaking, she hurried out of the room.

Seeing this, Duan Ming turned to look at Duan Fan, "Come to my study later, I have something to talk to you about."

Duan Fan nodded, Duan Ming turned his head to look at Feng Wuze, with a gentle tone, "Wuze, it's rare to come here, stay here for dinner today."

Feng Wuze smiled and said hello.

After sending Duan Ming away, only Duan Fan and three were left in the huge room.

Curious about Lan Xi's injury, Feng Wuze stretched out his hand and lifted the quilt, as if to pick him up.

Just as the fingertips touched his collar, a big hand came across from the side and clasped his wrist.

"Feng Wuze, what are you doing?"

A deep voice sounded, hiding a bit of sullenness.

Duan Fan didn't expect that he just turned around and saw Feng Wuze messing with Lan Xi when he turned around.

His dark eyes were stained with anger, and he stared at Feng Wuze viciously.

"What do you want to do?"

Feng Wuze froze for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"puff."

"Duan Fan, what are you so excited about? I'm not a jackal, and besides, he's not a woman. What can I think about him?" He couldn't help laughing.

Why did he have such a big reaction? It made him feel like he was going to murder Lan Xi, he was taken aback.

Duan Fan shook off his hand, frowning slightly.

He is more terrifying than jackals, tigers and leopards.

Leaning over, he pulled the quilt back over Lan Xi's body, "Why are you throwing the quilt off him?"

He even wanted to grab the clothes with his hands, salty pig hands.

Fortunately, this was just what he had in mind, otherwise Feng Wuze would have been so angry that he vomited blood when he heard the word "salty pig hands".

Feng Wuze flexed his wrist, and said angrily, "I just want to see his injury."

Duan Fan raised his eyebrows, "Can you cure it?"

"..."

Can you still have a good chat, you have to force him to do it, right?

He laughed angrily, "If you don't, you can't watch it?"

Duan Fan said expressionlessly, "He doesn't like others to tear his clothes casually."

Feng Wuze crossed his arms, looked at him with a half-smile, and choked, "How do you know if he likes it or not?"

"We grew up together."

"Growing up since I was a child, I don't necessarily understand it." In terms of lip service, Feng Wuze is the king of strength.

"Maybe I know him better than you do."

Duan Fan's expression darkened, "You can go."

Feng Wuze clicked his tongue when he couldn't say no to him, so he issued an order to evict the guest.

"I won't. Uncle Duan asked me to stay for dinner just now."

"My dad said that politely."

"I'm also willing to listen to polite words, it's better than driving the guests away directly."

After a pause, Feng Wuze changed the subject, "Lan Xi knows how to behave better than you, no wonder he is more likable than you."

Duan Fan's eyes darkened, "Feng Wuze, you..."

Feng Wuze sat down on the edge of the bed, and said forcefully, "What about me, what I said is wrong, Lan Xi is prettier than you, and more likable than you."

Duan Fan's brows turned cold, he wished he could throw him out, "This is my bed, get up."

Seeing Duan Fan's face change, Feng Wuze felt secretly refreshed.

He fell back, his upper body on the bed.

"No, I'm going to sit here."

Seeing that he almost crushed Lan Xi's feet, Duan Fan's face darkened, "Feng Wuze, can you go?"

He didn't move, he even pushed his nose on his face.

"Don't go." Feng Wuze stretched out his arms and narrowed his eyes comfortably, "It's still comfortable to lie on the bed."

Duan Fan, "..."

How did he practice his face? It's thicker than a pig's skin.

Just as he was about to speak, a groan of pain drifted into his ears, if he didn't listen carefully, he would easily ignore it.

Feng Wuze heard it too, quickly got up and raised his hands, "I didn't crush him."

Just kidding, Lan Xi has injuries on his body, how dare he touch them.

Duan Fan looked down at Lan Xi, not daring to blink.

He called eagerly, "Lan Xi."

Feng Wuze suppressed the laughter on his face, his eyes locked on Lan Xi's pale face.

Before I knew it, the atmosphere became tense.

Under the gaze of the two, Lan Xi slowly opened his eyes, his clear and bright pupils were full of confusion.

Duan Fan was very happy, and grabbed his hand, "Lan Xi."

"Lan Xi, wake up as soon as I come, are you just waiting for me?" Feng Wuze heaved a sigh of relief, and said with a smile.

Just happy that Lan Xi woke up, Duan Fan didn't bother to argue with him, "Lan Xi, how are you feeling? Is there any discomfort?"

Their eyes met, and Lan Xi's water-colored lips moved.

"you……"

When he opened his mouth, his voice was terribly hoarse.

There was a slight itching in her throat, and Lan Xi couldn't help coughing.

"Cough cough..."

Duan Fan got up to pour water, "Feng Wuze, help me get him up."

"Come on, Lan Xi, slow down." Not knowing where his injury was, Feng Wuze stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around his shoulder, carefully helping him to sit up.

He didn't take care of anyone, so his movements seemed a little rusty.

He grabbed a pillow and put it on Lan Xi's back, letting him lean on it.

(End of this chapter)