Chapter 225 Are you back?

Nan Quanyou's face was very pale, and he looked very weak. He only said, "I just feel a severe pain in my calf."

"Does it still hurt after taking Zhitong San?" Nanfeng asked.

"It has slowed down a lot," Nan Quan replied.

Nanfeng saw that he was very weak, so he didn't ask any more questions, and the doctor boy at the side gave Nanfeng a few packs of medicine, and told him: "One pack a day, decoct water to drink, drink three times a day, continuously Take it for three days, remember to come every afternoon to change the medicine, Dr. An waits for no one, if you pass the time, he will go to other patients, which is not conducive to the recovery of your father's legs and feet."

"Understood, thank you little brother," Nan Feng thanked the medical boy.

The medical boy was also enthusiastic, seeing that Nan Feng was a slender little girl, he wanted to help her carry Nan Quanyou onto the trolley, Nan Feng thanked the medical boy again, and then pushed Nan Quanyou out.

I don't know if it's because the ancient painkillers have a hypnotic effect, but Nan Quanyou gradually fell asleep after lying on the cart.

Nan Feng dotingly smiled at Nan Quanyou, thinking that it would be good if he could fall asleep, and the pain wouldn't hurt when he fell asleep.

Not far from Dr. An's medical clinic is the busy city, Nanfeng carefully pushed the cart, worried that pedestrians or carriages on the side would bump into him accidentally, and Dad's leg was only connected, so don't make any mistakes.

Nan Feng kept his eyes on Nan Quanyou and the people on both sides, and if there were pedestrians, he called the people in front, "Give way, please make way..."

She was pushing, but suddenly felt that the cart in her hand became lighter, and someone quickly took the cart from her hand.

When Nanfeng turned his head, he saw a pair of deep eyes on the dark skin.

She was overjoyed immediately, but when she thought of Nan Quanyou who was asleep, she lowered her voice: "Are you back?"

Brother Ye smiled at Nanfeng, and then he took Nanfeng's hand away from the handle on the trolley: "Let me do it."

"En," Nanfeng also smiled gratefully at him.

After the two of them looked at each other for a few seconds, they became Brother Ye pushing the cart, and Nanfeng followed, but Nanfeng didn't dare to be careless. She kept an eye on the pedestrians on both sides, and looked at Brother Ye from time to time.

Brother Ye's attention was on Nanquanyou, and he was also worried that someone would bump into Nanquanyou in the downtown area. This time, he reminded the people on both sides from time to time: "Give way, please make way..."

He had a thick and rough voice, and he was wearing guard clothes, so the people next to him naturally didn't dare to give way, and soon a way was cleared in the crowd.

After finally passing the downtown area, Nanfeng and Brother Ye began to chat quietly.

It was Brother Ye who asked first: "Is today's treatment going well? What did the doctor say?"

"It went well, and the doctor didn't say anything, and just told me to change the medicine every day."

"Is there a fixed time for changing the dressing?"

"Fixed, about a quarter of a day every day."

Brother Ye nodded, and then said to Nanfeng: "You have to work harder during this time!"

"It's okay, isn't he my dad? Taking dad to see a doctor, how hard is it?" Nanfeng turned the topic to Brother Ye: "Don't you also work hard? You run outside every day to protect the county magistrate. My lord, you must not be able to eat well or sleep well, right?"

Nan Feng had previously participated in a simulated agent training called "Protecting the President". He knew what to do to protect a person, and he had to be vigilant at all times without being distracted.

"It's okay," Brother Ye only replied two words, and then added: "It's just..."

"What is it?"

 Is Yang Yang stuck at a critical moment again?Hehehe...

  
 
(End of this chapter)

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