He Nanxi went to the apartment and rang the doorbell. Fu Jinchuan opened the door. He must have been angry with him on the phone and hurt his pride. When He Nanxi came, he also had a cold face.
no way.
He Nanxi could only force a smile for now.
“I was wrong, young master. Why did you have to call me in the middle of my class? Now I’ve offended both my teacher and you. I’m not pleasing either side.”
"It's only 50,000 per class, I'll give you 100,000."
Fu Jinchuan's tone remained cold and hard.
He Nanxi chuckled, "Is it... your darling? Is she badly injured?"
Fu Jinchuan made way, slightly uncomfortable with his words "heart and soul," but ultimately didn't refute them, saying coldly, "Your ankle is swollen."
He Nanxi looked at Bai Cheng, who was indeed pitiful to behold. Her eyes were red, her nose was red, and she was so delicate that you would think she was a princess who had been pampered and spoiled.
It's just that we're all men.
He Nanxi got goosebumps all over his back.
When he went to get his injury checked, it turned out he had indeed twisted it. He looked up at Bai Cheng, but the boy quickly looked away after meeting his gaze, his eyes welling up with tears, looking quite aggrieved. He Nanxi: "..."
Fu Jinchuan came over: "How do we do it?"
He Nanxi reached out to touch her, and Bai Cheng cried out in pain.
Fu Jinchuan frowned and glanced at his friend squatting to the side. "Be gentle."
He Nanxi: "..." Damn it!
Staring at his foot injury, he said speechlessly, "I didn't even lift it."
Fu Jinchuan: "Be gentle, Chengcheng is afraid of pain."
He Nanxi carefully lifted Bai Cheng's ankle. Even without moving, a sprained ankle hurts, let alone moving it. Bai Cheng cried out for Jin Chuan, and Fu Jin Chuan released the pressure on He Nanxi.
He Nanxi asked, "Have you eaten lunch?"
Fu Jinchuan: "Hmm."
He Nanxi glanced up at his friend, trying to distract the injured person: "Go get me a glass of water."
Fu Jinchuan: "..."
Bai Cheng grabbed Fu Jinchuan's arm, shaking her head with teary eyes, "Jinchuan, it hurts so much."
He Nanxi: "I said I want to drink water! Do you need treatment?"
Fu Jinchuan glanced at Bai Cheng and patted his head reassuringly, "Be good, sit down first, let him check your injury."
The poor thing then tremblingly let go.
"How did you twist your ankle?" He Nanxi asked.
Bai Cheng sniffed. "I twisted my ankle while walking."
He Nanxi: "What's that over there by the French windows?"
Bai Cheng was stunned, not knowing what was going on. Just as she was about to look over, she heard a crack. Bai Cheng was about to cry out when she realized that the pain wasn't as bad as before. She stared blankly at He Nanxi.
He Nanxi got up, and Fu Jinchuan happened to be carrying water over.
He took out two tissues, wiped his hands, and said to Fu Jinchuan, "Okay, be careful not to use too much force. Rest for two or three days. I have something to do, so I'll be leaving now."
He glanced at the water glass in his friend's hand and chuckled teasingly, "You really have a beauty in your heart and have forgotten your brothers. You didn't even put some tea leaves in it for me. Alright, I'm leaving."
Fu Jinchuan: "..."
She glanced at Bai Cheng and asked He Nanxi, "Are you done?"
He Nanxi changed her shoes, raised an eyebrow and smiled: "If only I had gone to study traditional Chinese medicine back then. I'm quite talented. I could have graduated after studying with a teacher for a few months."
Which teacher?
A name has vaguely formed in my mind.
He Nanxi: "Song Chu, you should be very familiar with him."
Fu Jinchuan lowered his eyes and suddenly asked, "Didn't you look down on traditional Chinese medicine?"
He Nanxi chuckled.
"Of course I, with my limited knowledge, look down on him. My teacher is truly a master, you know? A big shot came to the hospital before, and he couldn't be operated on. The whole hospital was trembling with fear. To put it bluntly, that big shot could only wait to die. My teacher pulled him back from the brink of death. You have no idea how mind-blowing that was. My teacher gave me 50,000 yuan for one class as a favor. By the way, how much does he earn a year at your house?"
He Nanxi became very excited when Song Chu was mentioned.
Especially that surgery.
When he said, "I'll give you a special price of 50,000," he spread his palms wide and stretched his fingers out, implying that the teacher's lesson was worth a fortune, proving that he had earned all 50,000.
Fu Jinchuan: "..."
"One hundred million."
He Nanxi thought she was quite accomplished, but she was always at Fu Jinchuan's beck and call. She never expected that her teacher would have such a small goal: to hold clinics, give classes, and travel for business and exchange programs from time to time... Damn it.
However, He Nanxi wasn't envious; he couldn't do what his teacher did.
The schedules are too tight; if they clash one day, it could be a huge mess for either of them.
That said, this was also the first time He Nanxi admitted that her medical skills were inferior to others.
The two didn't say much.
He Nanxi changed her shoes and left.
Bai Cheng frowned upon hearing the name. When Fu Jinchuan returned, he asked, "Who is Song Chu?"
He's very sensitive right now, afraid they'll snatch Fu Jinchuan away.
He almost gritted his teeth and hated Nan Yu to death.
"Doctor, we will go to the old house every two or three days to treat the old man."
Bai Cheng blinked.
She not only disliked Nan Yu, but also disliked Old Master Fu. If it weren't for his interference, she would definitely be in Madam Fu's position.
"Jinchuan, do you want to go back now? I'm afraid Grandpa Fu will be unhappy." Bai Cheng clenched her large hand, her face full of guilt, her voice trembling with tears, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault."
Fu Jinchuan shook his head:
“You did nothing wrong. I’m the one who’s sorry. You risked your life to save me from the fire and were injured, but I couldn’t give you a wedding. It’s my fault.”
Bai Cheng's eyes flickered slightly when he heard the middle sentence, but he still smiled contentedly, hugged the tall and handsome man in front of him, and kissed him on the lips while standing on tiptoe.
He said, "I don't need a title, as long as you love me."
Fu Jinchuan hugged the boy tightly.
Nan Yu learned to cook at the old house. The original owner already had a foundation in cooking, so even though she was just starting out and hadn't mastered the skills, the food was still palatable.
The old man ate it and praised it highly.
However, the nutritionist said that there are some foods that Grandpa cannot eat due to his condition.
Nan Yu didn't dare to do it anymore. The old man came over with a smile, his tone kind and down-to-earth, "What can't you do? I can't eat it, but you can eat it too. If you like it, just do it. You don't have to cater to this old man."
Fu Jinchuan isn't much, but Grandpa Fu treats Nan Yu really well.
In the evening, the grandfather and grandson ate and then went to rest.
Early the next morning.
Nan Yu is preparing breakfast.
Acupuncture works. My body is not like it was when I first arrived, with my heart pounding uncontrollably. I don't feel any pain, and I feel like a normal person. I can do light work without getting tired.
I made egg rolls, and Song Chu happened to arrive.
Grandpa Fu was sitting at the dining table waiting for Nan Yu to arrive. When Song Chu came, the old man's voice was booming and full of energy, "Little Song is here. Have you eaten yet?"
Song Chu nodded slightly to Old Master Fu, "After you've eaten, I'll give the young mistress acupuncture. Is he upstairs?"
The old man smiled and said, "I'm making pancakes in the kitchen. Want one?"
Song Chu was slightly surprised, thinking, "He can cook?" He nodded.
The old man, like a child, slapped the table with a light thud, just jokingly saying, "No."
Song Chu smiled.
At this moment, the butler smiled and said, "The young mistress has made red date and soy milk. Would Dr. Song like to try some?"
Song Chu nodded: "Okay."
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