Mrs. Cultivation Notes

Chapter 197 What to do with Tetanus

Xiaonuan was in a daze, and woke up in the small western-style building.

Hearing the scolding outside, it seemed that there was a dispute.

Going out barefoot, I heard the old lady scolding.

Seeing her movement, Tangxi frowned and shook her head from a distance, signaling her not to come down.

Yan Qingchen stood silently, the old lady's sullen tea poured all over him.

"If you can't wake up, I'll let you wake up well. You are so bold now that you can slap me in the face as a grandma in the newspaper. Is this a joke for Tianjing to see the entire Yan family?"

He smashed the teacup, almost hitting Yan Qingchen.

Xiao Nuan was startled and rushed down with bare feet, "Madam, don't embarrass him."

The small figure tried hard to protect him behind her.

Yan Qingchen frowned, and caught a glimpse of the broken teacup.

He reached out to lift her up and let her stand barefoot on his slippers.

Seeing her coming down, the old lady said angrily, "It's just in time for you to come. You grew up eating from the Yan family, so you should know how to think about the Yan family.

Are you ungrateful now?Bewitching Qingchen to abandon the Yan family for you? "

Xiao Nuan looked at the old lady, "Old lady, brother Qingchen doesn't like Miss An, and Qingjie doesn't like that scumbag Xu either. They are not tools, they are real people, they have likes and dislikes, and feelings."

Almost shouting, he stretched out his hand and ripped off Yan Qingchen's pajamas.

His white and lean body was covered with large and small gunshot wounds and knife wounds, which were intertwined.

"Brother Qingchen hasn't earned enough for the Yan family these years? Do you know how many scars he has on his body?
How many times have you almost missed your heart, and your life is hanging by a thread?Could it be that working so hard wouldn't give him a feeling of freedom? "

The old lady glanced at Yan Qingchen's naked upper body, her eyes moved slightly, but she calmed down again.

"Su Nuannuan, don't forget how you came to Yan's house. Without Yan's house, you can still live like a young lady all these years?"

Xiao Nuan, "Old lady, don't forget, it was you who begged the old temple master to let me come to Yan's house to celebrate, and I saved his life.

I don't have to be a big lady, I don't have to be a handsome wife, and I can bear that he doesn't like me.But I can't watch him being forced to marry a woman he doesn't like.

Wasn't his life hard enough in the first half? With his own strength, he supported the Yan family and me, but who would love him? "

The old lady looked a little embarrassed, but she said firmly, "He is my grandson, shouldn't I be good for him?"

Xiao Nuan sneered, "The old lady is not for his own good, nor is it for Qing Jie's good.

It's just for the good of the Yan family, and for the so-called great achievements of you and the old man! "Every word is tit for tat.

The old lady grimaced and said angrily, "Okay, okay, it seems that you are of the same mind.

Yan Qingchen, I can hold you up as the Patriarch of the Yan Family, and I can also drag you down.Don't forget why your mother's tablet can still be enshrined in the Yan family after so many years. "

After all, he turned around and left.

Yan Qingchen clenched his fingers tightly, as if trying to bear it.

When the old lady was going out, she suddenly said, "Lin Sheng, Shuhuan, go pick a good day and get back my mother's memorial tablet."

Xiao Nuan exclaimed, "No!", grabbing Yan Qingchen's arm and shaking her head.

Yan Qingchen smiled lightly and patted her head, as if to comfort her.

The shoulders of the old lady who stepped out of the door with one foot trembled slightly.

It seems a little unbelievable that he has persisted for so many years, but he gave up for Xiao Nuan.

Recalling that many years ago, that frail young man was standing at the gate of the ancestral hall and crying.

The old lady patted his head and said, "Qingchen, you want your mother's tablet to be kept in the ancestral hall so that you won't be kicked out.

You have to be the head of the Yan family so that your mother can stay here forever. "

The frail little boy cried and nodded.

For so many years, no matter how hard it was, he never backed down.

Hearing the noise inside, Aunt Yuping probably understood.

After leaving the door, he said, "Madam, let's let this matter go like this. The second master is determined now, if there is a rift, I'm afraid it will be bad for the Yan family.

Looking at the descendants of the Yan family, the second master is the only one who can restrain these wolfish ambitions. "

The old lady fell silent.She understands it better than anyone else.

He waved his hand to signal her not to talk too much, and got into the car.

Aunt Yuping sighed slightly, so she couldn't say any more.
Yan Qingchen hugged Xiaonuan on the sofa, and lifted her feet to check carefully.

It was found that there was a little bit of skin on her feet, and there were some red blood stains.

Yan Qingchen was a little unhappy.

Xiao Nuan wanted to pull her feet back, "It's okay!" She didn't want him to know.

"What about tetanus?"

Yan Qingchen wanted to touch it, but she shrank her feet carefully, as if she was afraid of pain.

"Tangxi, tell Shuhuan to prepare a car to go to the hospital!" Yan Qingchen lifted her up and held her in his arms, not allowing another word.

All the way to the hospital, the doctor came out in a hurry and asked, "Where is the wound?"

Yan Qingchen lifted her feet up carefully, the doctor in white coat saw the slight wound, his brows almost trembled again and again.

"Young Marshal, if you come a little later... this wound will have to heal."

He muttered something, but seeing Yan Qingchen's cold expression, he immediately added with a strong desire to survive, "But it's good to have a sense of urgency. If you are sick, you should see a doctor in time."

When Xiao Nuan heard the doctor's joke, she held back her smile and lowered her head slightly, not daring to let Yan Qingchen see her, for fear of being shot in the face.

She said no need to make a fuss
During the stalking of Yan Qingchen's death, the doctor carefully applied medicine to her and put a small piece of gauze on her.

It seemed that he was afraid that he would get angry, and explained, "It's hot, the wound is not too big, and it's not good to cover it."

Yan Qingchen inspected it carefully, and made sure that the bag was well packaged and that it wasn't particularly easy to drop, so she was relieved.

Picking her up, "Do you need to change the dressing? It takes a few days before you touch the water."

The doctor really wanted to tell him that the wound would probably heal tomorrow morning without wrapping it up, and it wouldn't affect his walking at all.

But meeting his cold eyes, the words came to his lips, wanting to survive and hold down his tongue.

"If the bleeding stops, just apply some plaster to promote healing. Tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, you can walk or touch water normally."

Thinking silently in my heart, whether it will appear that he doesn't pay attention to it tomorrow, it's better the day after tomorrow!

Respectfully sent the big Buddha away, the doctor looked at the two who made a fuss over a molehill.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, "Finally send it off."

Xiao Nuan seemed relieved to hear the doctor's sigh.

Laughing softly in his arms, "As long as your identity is weak, the doctor will probably throw you out."

Yan Qingchen patted her butt, and threatened in a cold voice, "Is it itchy?"

Little heartless, don't even think about it, who is he in such a hurry for?
When Lin Sheng saw the couple coming back, he looked around Xiao Nuan's solemnly bandaged feet.

Tsk tut and said, "Master, if you don't know about your situation, you might think her foot was pierced! The bag is so tight!"

Xiao Nuan sat on the sofa, waiting for Yan Qingchen to serve her a drink of water.

"What do you know, I have thin skin and tender flesh, how can I compare with your rough skin and thick flesh!"

"Who told you that I have rough skin and thick flesh? Where is my skin rough?" Lin Sheng was not convinced, anyway, he was also a handsome adjutant, and many girls secretly gave him winks and delivered letters.

(End of this chapter)