This was the fifth time Nan Jing stared at Yuan Yunhen's wheelchair.
The person's scalp tingled: "A Jing, why are you staring at my wheelchair?"
After entering the divine realm.
He likes to tinker with all kinds of chairs, including a wheelchair that is packed with people because he doesn't want to walk. He just tinkered with it a few days ago.
Someone sat on him and broke his leg.
The wheelchair came in handy, but Nan Jing was a little strange today. Not only did he stare at his wheelchair from time to time, but the most important thing was.
He was also injured.
There are not many people who can hurt him, and the injury is on the face, which he cares about the most. As a friend, he endured the injury on his leg and came over to show concern.
"Ah Jing, how did you get that wound on your face? Why don't you treat it? Is your hand injured too? Do you want me to apply medicine for you?"
As he said this, he reached out to see how deep the wound was.
It doesn't matter whether you take medicine or not.
After all, as gods, it is simple and easy for them to heal themselves. Medicine is just a chicken aid. The same goes for his legs, but if they heal directly.
But this is the only way to let others see the work injury.
It's a work injury.
You can get others' care and have a good image in others' eyes. You can continue to fight even when you are injured. Isn't this the ultimate form of professionalism?
"..." Nan Jing pushed his hand away and gave him a cold look: "Why are you meddling? You'll be healed if you say two words."
This injury was as simple as losing a hair to him.
Through this discussion.
He also had a general understanding of Xiao Chengyan's strength. No wonder his father didn't rush to take action against him, but just turned a blind eye.
That kid's strength is still okay.
But it was not good enough in front of him. As for the wound on his face, he deliberately turned his face upwards. He naturally had his purpose for doing so.
He had minor scrapes.
Xiao Chengyan wasn't in much better condition. His hair was dislocated in many places, and a little bald, not to mention his clothes.
"Huh?" It was his own fault. If Yuan Yunhen couldn't see that he did it on purpose, he would be wasted: "You hurt me on purpose, you want to..."
He hasn't finished speaking yet.
He directly lifted Yuan Yunhen from the wheelchair and sat on it himself.
Yuan Yunhen: “…” No, why are you trying to snatch the wheelchair from a wounded man?
No wonder you were staring at me just now.
Yes, I like it.
He was about to complain.
But unexpectedly, he saw Nan Jing slumped in a wheelchair, breathing heavily but not in. He looked sick, and he didn't know if he was pinching his thigh secretly.
Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.
I got into the role in one second.
Yuan Yunhen: “…” “No, buddy, what are you doing?
Until a sweet voice came from behind.
He understood.
"Second brother, second brother..." Nan Yao breathed in breathlessly as she ran a little fast, but when she saw Nan Jing sitting in the wheelchair, she felt exhausted.
She panicked.
She immediately threw herself on Nan Jing, her clear eyes filled with worry: "Second brother, were you beaten by that old guy too? And you still can't get out of bed?"
It shouldn't be.
The old man never beat the second brother, but beat the third brother the most.
"No." Nan Jing lowered his eyes to see the worry on her face, and a gentle feeling welled up in his heart: "Second brother just had a minor injury on his face, it's nothing serious."
Said.
He hissed and frowned, as if the wound on his face was painful.
Only then did Nan Yao notice the small wound on his face.
She blew on Nan Jing's wound twice: "How did Second Brother do this?"
"He was beaten."
Hearing this.
Yuan Yunhen's eyes flickered as he stood by. Was he beaten by someone?
Soon-Matsu said he was going to catch a mouse, but he didn't catch any, and was even scratched by one? This mouse might not be a real one...
"If any bastard dares to hit my second brother, I will definitely beat him so hard that he can't take care of himself!" Nan Yao clenched her fists, as if she wanted to hang that man up and beat him up.
She even beat her second brother.
Have you asked her opinion?
However, Nan Yao suddenly asked a question that was very confusing: "Second brother, your face is injured, why are you in a wheelchair?"
Yuan Yunhen: "..." He also wanted to ask this question.
"My leg seems to be injured..."
"Huh?" Nan Yao was stunned. She looked back and forth at his legs and became nervous again: "Where? Is it serious?"
"I didn't want to worry you, but my second brother's leg might not heal for a while, and you're not here, so not being able to see you might affect his condition."
Talking and talking.
He lowered his head, and the desolation in his eyes fell into Nan Yao's eyes.
"Then I'll stay and accompany my second brother until he recovers." Nan Yao immediately stated that she was closer to her second brother.
The plan succeeded, and Nan Jing smiled: "As expected, Yaoyao likes Second Brother."
"I'll go see if there's anything to eat and bring some over for my second brother. I'm hungry too." Nan Yao ran away.
Only Nanjing and Yuan Yunhen were left.
Before Yuan Yunhen could open his mouth to ask for culpability, Nan Liyue came over, smelling the scent.
He smelled the scent of his precious daughter.
He was just a step late. Nan Yao had just left. Nan Liyue frowned slightly as she looked at Nan Jing sitting in the wheelchair.
"Come with me."
"OK."
Nan Jing's smile faded, and he stood up from the wheelchair, no longer looking sick. He followed behind his father.
It's a whole medical miracle.
Just as Nan Liyue passed by Yuan Yunhen, he paused and glanced at his leg which had been bandaged just now, but the bandage was gone.
He asked knowingly, "Xiao Hen, what are you doing here?"
"I'm working out."
Just saying.
He held the wheelchair above his head and gestured to lift it up and down.
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