Several old masters laughed loudly, and their disciples who followed behind them all had faint smiles on their faces.
Ming Leyao moved aside to make it easier for Uncle Qi and the others to come over and check her body.
"The wound is not infected."
"There were no other complications."
"Blood pressure and pulse are both normal."
“No other wounds were infected.”
"Not bad, not bad, Wen Cheng, you are lucky."
"Okay, we old guys won't disturb your rest. Stay in the hospital for a few days to observe and be discharged if there is nothing wrong."
"Okay, Uncle Qi."
In the afternoon, Ming Leyao let Fu Wencheng take a nap, and she lay down on the camp bed next to her, took out a novel, and read it with relish until she felt a little sleepy. Then she put the novel on the space and took a light nap.
At half past five, He Zhengbin pushed the door and woke her up.
"You're here, Uncle."
"Well, are you sleepy? Go back and have a rest."
"It's okay, I'll go to the cafeteria and get you some food."
"No, I went to the old man's place and asked the aunt who takes care of the old man to make some porridge for him. I came here after I finished eating. Also, regarding the matter of the house you mentioned, the old man said he would ask for you, which might take some time."
"It's okay, Uncle. Don't worry. I'll look for a yard near the hospital tomorrow to see if there's one. It will be convenient for Wen Cheng to recuperate and change the dressings."
He Zhengbin didn't know how much money his niece had, but seeing that she was able to buy a yard just to help Fu Wencheng recover from his injuries, he guessed that her family must be quite wealthy.
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