In an instant, Chen Yan ran into Feng Huayan's eyes, which were as deep and cold as a deep pool.
Seeing this, Feng Huayan moved as fast as lightning. He sucked the outer robe from not far away in the air and put it on himself.
Immediately afterwards, he flashed and arrived in front of Chen Yan in an instant.
I saw his hand suddenly pinching Chen Yan's slender neck.
The moment Chen Yan sensed the danger, he quickly raised his hand and grabbed Feng Huayan's hand as nimbly as a cheetah.
But Feng Huayan obviously would not give up. His other hand, like a poisonous snake, attacked Chen Yan's neck again.
Chen Yan was quick-witted and quick-handed. He quickly dodged to the side and raised his arm to block.
In an instant, the two men fought back and forth, neither giving in. In just a few moves, the atmosphere had become extremely tense.
"What did you see?!"
Feng Huayan looked violent and almost roared out loud.
In contrast, Chen Yan acted very calmly, "What do you want me to see?"
This sentence angered Feng Huayan again, and he attacked Chen Yan almost without any plan.
Chen Yan dodged continuously.
Almost everything in the house was destroyed by his attack.
The place was in a mess.
Feng Huayan was breathing heavily. He was already seriously injured, and now this action made his chest feel stuffy and blood spurted out of his mouth.
"puff--"
He staggered a few times, his face turned pale, and there were bloodstains on the corners of his lips, but he still stared at Chen Yan with a pair of vigilant and hateful eyes.
His outer robe was open, and although it covered his back, his chest was still exposed.
There were scars on his chest where the spirit thread had cut through his flesh, and there was also the sword wound she had stabbed into his chest this morning...
Besides that, he had a lot of old scars on his chest.
The raised scars and sunken scars made his body ugly, even extremely scary.
The blood almost dyed his upper body red.
When Chen Yan's gaze fell on his upper body, Feng Huayan rushed towards Chen Yan like an enraged wolf cub.
Chen Yan's eyes were dark and unclear. She moved and appeared behind Feng Huayan. She raised her right hand without hesitation and chopped at the point on the back of his neck.
With a "bang", the wolf cub who was just showing his fangs and claws suddenly felt dizzy and fell to the ground.
Silence returned to the house.
Chen Yan lowered her eyes to glance at him for a few times, then dragged him to a soft couch not far away.
Feng Huayan was lying on the soft couch, his handsome and feminine face was now extremely pale, revealing a sense of pity.
Even though he was unconscious, his brows were still furrowed.
Chen Yan looked at the wound on his chest and realized that he did not ask a doctor to treat him, but instead applied some medicine himself.
In other words, he concealed what happened this morning from the Phoenix Clan.
Chen Yan naturally didn't think that he was protecting them, because it was obvious that Feng Huayan didn't want others to see his body.
At this time, Feng Huayan's wound completely broke open and he was bleeding profusely.
If this continues, Feng Huayan will surely die from excessive blood loss.
Chen Yan thought for a moment.
Feng Huayan cannot die yet.
Otherwise, she would be suspected of murdering the second young master of the Phoenix clan.
Chen Yan walked out of the house and met the eyes of the waiters and maids.
Chen Yan said calmly, "The second young master's hand is injured. Send someone to send some healing pills and ointments."
"Do you want a doctor?" a waiter asked cautiously.
Chen Yan said: "The Second Young Master doesn't want to see anyone other than me, including the doctor."
After hearing this, everyone had doubts in their hearts, but still did as they were told.
"Please wait a moment."
"Um."
Soon, healing pills, ointments, powders, gauze and other items were delivered.
At the same time, two doctors were waiting in the yard.
Chen Yan took these items and said, "Without the Second Young Master's order, none of you can step into the master bedroom. Also, the Second Young Master told you not to kneel."
Upon hearing this, everyone looked at each other.
"yes."
Chen Yan can control the overall situation here by virtue of being Feng Huayan's friend.
This was because it was only Feng Huayan's first day back, and his temperament was so capricious that it was impossible to figure him out.
Therefore, no one dared to say or do anything more.
Chen Yan returned to the house and closed the door tightly.
Then she walked closer to the couch and placed the healing items beside it.
She began to tend to his wounds.
Feng Huayan seemed to feel pain. His brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and occasionally he would mutter a few words in his sleep: "Don't..."
“Don’t come over here…”
"Save me, mother, save me..."
He seemed to be trapped in a nightmare and started crying, his tears soaking the pillow.
He began to struggle restlessly.
Chen Yan wanted to hold his shoulders and stop him from moving, but this action made him struggle even harder.
Chen Yan had no choice but to withdraw her hand.
“Mother…Mother…”
His voice was weak and helpless, like the cry of a young animal.
Seeing this, Chen Yan slowly said, "Mother will stay here to watch over you and won't go anywhere. Just sleep well, Ayan."
He seemed to have listened and his struggling became less intense.
He kept muttering to himself.
Mother, mother, don't leave.
Chen Yan seemed to remember something, her eyelashes moved slightly, and her tone was a little gentler than before: "Ayan, mother will not leave."
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