Song Xianqing took the opportunity to grab the little hand of the lamp wick.
They are always thinking about how to take advantage of others.
Seeing that he was in so much pain, Nan Yu didn't notice his subtle behavior. After about ten minutes, he was almost better, but Song Xianqing was still crying out in pain. Deng Xin was anxious and used all her strength to help him lie down on the bed.
I want to see a doctor, but I'm too scared.
I'm afraid the examination will actually reveal a problem.
But if I don't go to the doctor, I'm afraid something might really happen to him.
After hesitating for a while, still worried that he might not be able to keep up, she hurriedly said, "I'll go find a doctor, you lie down first."
Song Xianqing: "..."
He wanted to stop him, but he'd already pretended, and saying it was nothing now would only make the boy angrier. He'd shot himself in the foot; even if it hurt, he couldn't say it. So he could only seize the opportunity again to hold the soft, white hand and say:
"Be careful on the road, don't talk to strangers, especially that guy from earlier, he had a sleazy face, he was obviously no good, unlike me, who shines with righteousness."
He criticized others while praising himself in the process.
Nan Yu didn't want to scold him for being shameless, so she quickly went to find a doctor.
Running fast, especially downhill, makes it easy to lose control and hit someone. When he saw it was that handsome guy in the windbreaker again, Dengxin quickly apologized.
"Sorry, I bumped into you. I have to go now, bye-bye." Then she ran off.
The man caught up with him and asked, "What happened? Why are you in such a hurry?"
When Nan Yu saw him follow, she explained breathlessly, "My friend, I kicked him there, and he's in a lot of pain. It's been almost half an hour, and we need to find a doctor."
The man's mind raced, and he said, "I'm also a doctor, from the Department of Surgery at Peking University."
Doctor, surgeon, one who performs surgery?
Since they had just met, Nan Yu was a little skeptical. Besides, they were almost at the clinic, and he still intended to find a Miao doctor. As he ran, he said, "Okay, okay, the clinic is just ahead. Have a good time."
After saying that, she sped up and ran away, while the man slowed down.
Unfortunately.
Some tourists picked mushrooms without permission and cooked them in their own pots, resulting in poisoning. Other tourists wandered into the woods and were bitten by venomous snakes. The clinic wasn't overcrowded, but the beds were almost full, and the doctors couldn't leave. So, Nan Yu couldn't go see Song Xianqing.
The lamp wick paced back and forth anxiously; after all, he was the Holy Son.
You should at least give them some face.
After finally managing to squeeze out one person, two more were carried in on stretchers from outside. They had fallen while climbing the mountain and needed immediate first aid.
Faced with a life at stake, Nan Yu couldn't very well let the other person leave with her again.
She wanted to go out and see if the man was still there. Just as she stepped out of the clinic, she saw him approaching. Her eyes lit up, as if she'd seen a savior, and she rushed over, pleading:
"Sir, sir, you said you're a doctor, right? Can you come with me to see my friend? I'll be your tour guide for free tomorrow."
The man nodded: "Okay."
The lamp wick led the man back. The man glanced at the bottles and jars in the living room, his eyes flickered, and he quickly followed the boy inside, hearing footsteps.
The boy who was pretending to be half-dead just a second ago.
The next second his face turned serious.
Why did you bring him here?
Nan Yu: "He's a doctor. Take off your pants so the doctor can examine you."
Song Xianqing: "..."
She was so angry her face turned green, yet she still took off her pants to let him examine her?
The man approached, and he rarely smiled; each time he tried to smile, it looked stiff. He said, "Don't worry, I am indeed a doctor. What's wrong?"
Song Xianqing's face changed color.
But with Nan Yu there, and since he had been faking his pain first, he didn't dare to lose his temper. He was holding his breath, and it was making him feel like he was about to explode.
The man continued, "What's wrong?"
Nan Yu was extremely anxious. Seeing that Song Xianqing was staring intently at the man without saying a word, he simply reached out and unbuckled his belt, pulled down the boy's pants, revealing his... well, you know. Song Xianqing's face instantly turned ashen, and he pulled the blanket over himself.
His children are only for other children to see.
Nan Yu frowned: "Don't be shy. If something goes wrong, it could be a lifelong problem, so..." She looked up at the man: "By the way, sir, what's your name?"
Man: "Si Yuan."
Si Yuan, that sounds nice... wait, why does that name sound familiar? Si Yuan... Si Yuan... Si Yuan!
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Holy crap!
Isn't this the male lead?
Wait a minute, aren't they supposed to be a team in the story?
Why is there only one male lead?
No wonder this face is so unique, and he has such a cool and aloof temperament. Turns out he's the male lead, and he can even heal.
That's true. If he dared to come and explore, he must have some means of survival. Knowing some medical skills is the bare minimum.
Never mind, the original owner was a victim of injustice, but he wasn't.
Even if he were to run into Liu Pianpian, he wouldn't help them cover it up.
Si Yuan: "May I ask your surnames?"
Nan Yu snapped out of her daze and said, "My surname is Liu, and my name is Liu Yu. His name is Song Xianqing. Mr. Si, could you please take a look at him? He absolutely cannot be in any danger."
I don't want to spend my whole life in this village.
He wants to go south, to the water towns of Jiangnan, not to play with insects here.
But when Song Xianqing heard this, he thought that his future wife was worried about his health. Worrying meant she liked him, and liking someone meant he was close to love. Victory was in sight.
Seeing Si Yuan's resentment made me feel instantly relieved, but I was still annoyed.
That scoundrel of a man!
Si Yuan had previously planned to help Song Xianqing with her studies.
Song Xianqing wouldn't let him see, put on her pants, and said to Dengxin, "I'm all better now."
The wick was still worried: "Let the doctor take a look. Be good and take your pants off."
Song Xianqing: "It really doesn't hurt anymore."
Lampwick: "It doesn't hurt. A check-up will find nothing wrong. If something happens, I'll have to pay you for the rest of my life."
Song Xianqing: "Fine, I agree to pay for it for the rest of my life."
Lampwick: "Get out of here! Come here right now, I'll count to three!"
Song Xianqing became anxious: "It really doesn't hurt anymore. I don't want anyone to see me, brother. How can you do this to me? Do you have no shame?"
The lamp wick tried to persuade him, but he wouldn't listen, which made the lamp wick anxious and frustrated.
Then I got angry.
She went around to the foot of the bed, grabbed the boy's arm and pressed him down on the bed, and then tried to take off his belt. Song Xianqing struggled, but dared not struggle too much and upset his wife.
Si Yuan's lips twitched slightly as he watched the two bickering.
Judging from Song Xianqing's appearance, he's probably really alright now.
One insisted on taking her clothes off, the other wouldn't let her. Si Yuan coughed lightly, stopping Nan Yu's actions, and said:
“He should be fine now. If he doesn’t want to, he doesn’t have to be checked. Let him try it himself tonight to see if it still works. If you’re worried, we can exchange phone numbers and contact each other anytime if needed.”
Nan Yu exclaimed, "I don't have a cell phone."
Si Yuan initially thought that his telling those girls that he didn't have a phone was just an excuse, but he didn't expect that he really didn't have a phone. In modern society, it's indeed difficult to get by without a phone.
Nan Yu, remembering there were still rooms upstairs, asked, "Did you find a hotel?"
Si Yuan shook his head.
Song Xianqing guessed what he was about to say and stopped him, saying, "If you haven't looked yet, hurry up and look. I have a cell phone, and there are sticky notes on the table. Write down the number and get out of here!"
The tone was very unfriendly.
It is also extremely aggressive.
Nan Yu felt that his attitude was excessive. After all, he was a doctor she had invited. "Song Xianqing, how can you talk like that? Can't you be a little more polite to my guest?"
When Song Xianqing saw his wife speaking up for outsiders, he immediately burst into tears. This was not an act; he was genuinely crying from anger.
Upon hearing this, Nan Yu's temper softened, and she felt ashamed.
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