After Ba Ling confessed to her relatives, the little cannon fodder became Bai Fumei

It is said that people teach their sons before others and their wives after others.

With Tong Aizhen's current appearance, as a husband, he also has a responsibility.

"Well, let's talk when we go in." Mr. Qin didn't say much, but frowned slightly.

"Dad, what's the matter with you?" Qin Yulong worried about him and asked again.

"I fell down and sprained my ankle. It's fine." Mr. Qin said calmly.

The guard Xiao Zhang blamed himself, "It's all my fault, I shouldn't..."

"Okay, I'll wrestle by myself, it's none of your business." Mr. Qin patted him on the head and interrupted him.

"But." Xiao Zhang felt guilty, he shouldn't have listened to the chief's words and left, he should have been guarding him every step of the way.

"Nothing." Mr. Qin said impatiently, "If you talk too much, you will leave."

When Xiao Zhang heard this, he immediately became dumb.

Xiao Zhang carried the old man to the sofa in the living room, and Qin Yulong helped the old man sit down.

Qin Yumei heard the movement and knew that the guests had left, so she also came down from upstairs. Just in time to see the old man's appearance, she rushed over anxiously, "Dad, what's wrong with you?"

When Mr. Qin saw his precious daughter, the smile on his face showed no pain at all, "I'm fine, I just twisted my foot accidentally, don't worry..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Qin Yulong's exclamation.

"He said he was fine. Look, his feet are swollen into steamed buns. No, go to the hospital immediately." Qin Yulong immediately decided to send him to the hospital.

Mr. Qin stubbornly refused to go, "I don't want to go to the hospital. If I go to the hospital, I will make a fuss. If there is nothing wrong, I have to make trouble."

"What is tossing? Your feet are swollen like this. You must take a picture to see if you have hurt your bones."

"I don't want it, my bones are fine, I know." Mr. Qin was unmoved, and said directly, "Go to the drawer in my room and bring a bottle of medicinal wine, I'll just wipe it off."

"No." Qin Yulong naturally couldn't let him do whatever he wanted, and insisted, "You must see a doctor."

Mr. Qin frowned at his son angrily, "I'll do as I say."

The old man got angry, but Qin Yulong remained indifferent and insisted.

The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and stared.

"Dad, if you don't want to go to the hospital, why don't you ask Uncle Hua to come over and take a look for you, okay?" Qin Yumei said, her voice was gentle and soft, which was very pleasant to the ear.

Mr. Qin's arrogance was instantly dissipated, and he said uncertainly, "It's not good, it's already so late."

Facing his daughter, he always has more patience and gentleness.

"I'll pick it up in my car." Qin Yulong made a decisive decision, "Before you come back, don't move around. Yumei, look at Dad."

"Okay, brother, go and come back quickly, pay attention to safety."

After explaining to Qin Yumei, Qin Yulong turned and left, heading straight to Hua's house.

Hua Shancheng's medical skills are well-known among the aristocratic circles in Kyoto. He has been very busy since he came back. There are many people who want to seek him for private treatment, but there are only a handful of people who can invite him, and the Qin family is one of them.

When Qin Yulong arrived at Hua's house, Hua Shancheng asked about the situation and said, "I don't have medicine at home, but my apprentice's should have it. Let's go, go to my apprentice's house first."

Qin Yulong was curious, "Uncle Hua, when did you accept apprentices?"

"Hehe, a closed disciple, I met in the countryside. The little girl has good qualifications, and her future achievements should not be underestimated." Hua Shancheng stroked his beard triumphantly, looking proud.

"Oh? To get such a high evaluation from Uncle Hua, I need to know him."