Before Nan Yuanman could react, the tightly closed ward door was flung open from the outside, and a group of uncles and aunts rushed in: "Master! Where do you feel unwell? Quick! Get the oxygen machine ready!"
"I'm fine. Please check on my daughter. She's injured and bleeding!" Feng Congqian carefully held Nan Yuanman's chubby little hand, staring intently at the slowly emerging beads of blood as if facing a formidable enemy.
Su Zerun, who rushed in: "..."
The other doctors and nurses in the Feng family's medical team: "..."
Their gazes slowly fell on the delicate white hand and the tiny bead of blood, and they fell silent for a moment.
Indeed, it is a very large wound.
If they had arrived any later, the wound... would have healed!
Su Zerun was speechless. He hesitated, looking at Feng Congqian's tense expression, but couldn't say a word of sarcasm. He helplessly directed people to bandage the young lady: "Go, bandage the young lady."
Nan Yuanman was a little embarrassed, her face flushed: "I'm fine, I just got pricked by a thorn. I used to get pricked all the time when I was making coffins!"
“No, even a small wound is still a wound. What if it gets infected? I need to disinfect it and give you a tetanus shot,” Feng Congqian said with a serious expression.
Nanmanyuan: "!!!"
She froze for a few seconds, then turned and ran: "Yuanman, don't give me a shot!!!"
As the chaotic evening passed, Nan Yuanman still couldn't escape the fate of getting a shot; he got a prick in his bottom.
She puffed up her cheeks, stuck out her little bottom, and lay on the sofa, deciding to ignore Feng Congqian for the entire night.
Feng Congqian stood on the side of the sofa, looking at the little dumpling who was puffing up like a dolphin. He touched his nose and held up a bunch of cute little cookies that his assistant had brought over, trying to win her over: "Yuanman, do you want some cookies? They're really delicious."
"I won't eat it! Humph!" Nan Yuanman snorted loudly, turning her little face away and ignoring the bad guy who had caused her to be pricked with needles.
"Then I'll put the cookies on the coffee table. You can eat them if you want." Feng Congqian coughed lightly, placed the cookies in his hand on the coffee table one by one, and then said, "Go to sleep early. Tomorrow I'll go with you to Batang Village to get the things your grandfather left behind."
"You can let Grandpa Nan and Xiaocao out tonight. I'll keep the door closed and won't come out to disturb them."
Nanman ignored him.
Feng Congqian touched his nose. He knew he was overreacting, but he was genuinely worried that there might be other bacteria on the basket, and that a small wound could lead to tetanus. So he was being a little... cautious.
Unexpectedly, the little girl got angry with him after receiving the injection.
Feng Congqian didn't dare to upset her anymore. After preparing snacks and other things, he went back to his room.
He sat on the bed, listening intently to the sounds outside. He took out his phone, scrolled through his private WeChat contacts, hesitated for a few seconds, and then opened Meng Qingwan's WeChat.
Meng Qingwan is so popular with children, she must know how to coax them, right?
Feng: [Ms. Meng, may I ask how to appease a five-year-old girl who is angry?]
Meng Qingwan replied instantly: [?]
Meng Qingwan: [Was my WeChat account hacked?]
Feng: [No, it was me.]
Meng Qingwan, who was still abroad, almost spat out the wine in her mouth. She stared wide-eyed at the WeChat chat window on her phone, asking repeatedly, "Am I drunk?"
Otherwise, how could she have seen Feng Congqian, who had been in a coma for three years, send her a message and even ask her how to comfort a five-year-old child?!
Meng Qingwan's whereabouts abroad were unpredictable. Before she left the country, she specifically instructed Feng Yuli and the others not to disturb her enjoyment of life unless it was a matter of life and death.
Therefore, Feng Yuli and the others had not yet had a chance to tell her that Feng Congqian had woken up.
As for the South Pole...
Feng Yuli and the others agreed that it would be better for Feng Congqian to tell her about this in person, so they did not reveal anything about Yuanman to her in advance.
So much so that when Meng Qingwan received Feng Congqian's message, it was almost like seeing a ghost.
Meng Qingwan stopped drinking and touching the male model, hurriedly returned to the hotel, and directly made a video call to Feng Congqian.
As soon as the video call connected, Meng Qingwan looked at the man on the screen, still as handsome and noble as he had been in his youth, and fell silent: "...Is that really you? Or is it an AI composite?"
“No.” Feng Congqian’s expression was cold and distant: “This is a long story, but in short, I was able to wake up because of my daughter.”
Meng Qingwan: "???"
"Wait, wait a minute! What did you say? A daughter?!" Meng Qingwan's mind went blank: "Where did you get a daughter? From a dream?"
Feng Congqian was surprised that Feng Yuli hadn't told Meng Qingwan about Nan Yuanman yet. He paused slightly, then said seriously, "It's like this, I have a daughter..."
He briefly recounted his unexpected encounter with Bai Wenying that night, as well as the existence of Nan Yuanman, to Meng Qingwan, his handsome face showing a slight hint of distress: "But she's angry with me now. I think Miss Meng has adopted so many children, so she should know better than me how to coax them, which is why I'm taking the liberty of asking you."
"Don't worry, I won't ask for nothing. I will give you a satisfactory reward."
Meng Qingwan: "..."
Meng Qingwan was in a daze and hung up the phone immediately.
She's only been abroad for less than three months, right? How come it feels like thirty years have passed back home? No, she has to go back! She has to go back!
Those brats didn't even give her a heads-up! She's going back to kill them!
Feng Congqian stared silently at the suddenly disconnected video call. Just as he was about to ask his other friends with children, Meng Qingwan sent him a message: "[A five-year-old is easy to please; just take him to the amusement park.]"
Feng Congqian stared at the words "amusement park," his eyes brightening slightly.
In the living room, Nan Yuanman, with her bottom sticking out, secretly looked up at the tightly closed bedroom door, then at the colorful, childlike snacks on the coffee table, and blinked her eyes.
This dad... he's not that bad, is he?
She struggled to her feet and released Xiao Hong, Xiao Cao, Zhuang Zhuang, and Grandpa Nan.
As soon as Old Master Nan came out, he smelled the disinfectant on Nan Yuanman. He expressionlessly reached out and put his hand under Nan Yuanman's armpits, lifted her up, and examined her from head to toe.
Nan Yuanman patted his hand: "Yuanman is fine, it's just that your hand was pricked, but the medicine has been applied."
"Grandpa, put me down quickly! Let's eat pancakes together, they're so delicious!"
Grandpa Nan made sure she wasn't injured or sick before gently placing her on the sofa.
Nan Yuanman pulled him to sit with her on the carpet, and shared some cookies from the coffee table with him.
Grandpa Nan had almost no chewing ability; every time he took a bite of the biscuit, crumbs would fall off in a flurry. Nan Yuanman didn't find it troublesome and would pick them up and put them in the trash can after Grandpa Nan finished eating.
Zhuangzhuang and Xiaocao also received their own cookies and sat at the coffee table to eat them slowly, creating a particularly harmonious and warm atmosphere.
Nan Yuanman took a bite of a biscuit and then remembered the basket of gifts she had put in Xiao Hong's coffin earlier that day. She hurriedly asked her, "Xiao Hong, Xiao Hong, is there anything strange about that basket of gifts?"
Little Red, basking in the moonlight by the window, lazily swayed the coffin.
"There's nothing strange about it. Am I just overthinking it?" Nan Yuanman scratched her head and quickly put the matter out of her mind. Whatever, even if there was a problem, Xiao Hong had already eaten it and couldn't harm her.
The atmosphere here at Namtso is warm and inviting.
On the other side, Jiang Beishu finally managed to carry the red coffin home with the driver, but his parents, who had been waiting at home, grabbed sticks and gave him a mixed double beating!
Jiang Beishu screamed as he was being beaten: "Dad! Mom! Stop hitting me! Listen to me! This coffin isn't for you! It's for someone else!"
"Others? Your grandparents and maternal grandparents are all dead! It's just your dad and me left! And you're letting other people use this house! Is there a ghost in our house?" Jiang's mother was furious.
That brat! Asking weird questions during the day is one thing, but then she brought home a huge coffin at night! All her old friends called to ask if she was going to die!
"Yes!" Jiang Beishu grimaced and covered his buttocks. "There's something fishy going on in our house!"
Jiang's father sneered: "Yes, there's a ghost. You'll be that ghost soon!"
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the coffin lid that Jiang Beishu had placed in the living room suddenly snapped open by itself!
Father Jiang: "!!!"
Jiang's mother: "!!!"
Two people:
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