After Mu Qingqiu finished handling everything under the bicycle, he slumped down on the chair with some weakness, and sighed with a slight self-deprecation: "I haven't done such a strenuous job for a long time, and it is really getting more and more useless."
Everyone in Yan Ling's group arrived very slowly, but by the time they arrived, Nan Yan had already woken up. A group of people gathered in the room all of a sudden, and they all looked at Nan Yan, making Nan Yan feel uncomfortable even though he was a little weak and closed his eyes.
After Mu Qingqiu brought people back from the gate of hell, he became out of shape again. In addition, because of what happened before, I was still a little curious, and now I will not let go of Nan Yan. He looked at Nan Yan lying on the bed with burning eyes, thinking about joining the conversation.
Seemingly aware that the atmosphere in the room was a little strange, Yan Ling coughed twice, and then asked aloud: "Nan Yan, how do you feel about the wound now? Does it still hurt? I want to hear the truth. "
Nan Yan frowned, and then said stiffly: "It's okay."
Mu Qingqiu didn't know how to talk to me at first, but now he seemed to have found a place where he could answer the conversation. He sighed and said: "Young man is really promising at such a young age. He has never screamed for such a serious wound." A sound of pain is not something ordinary people can do."
When Mu Qingqiu said this, he deliberately looked at the expression on Nan Yan's face, as if he wanted to know the reason.
It's a pity that Nan Yan's face had no expression in the first place, let alone now he was facing a stranger, even though this stranger had just saved his life.
Mu Qingqiu neither heard the answer nor saw the reason, and the expression on his face was inevitably a little embarrassed. As for the probing question he just asked, it seemed that he had been thrown aside long ago.
Seeing Nan Yan's appearance at this time, Mu Qingqiu was now a little unsure whether his identity was what he had imagined before.
After gritting his teeth, Mu Qingqiu continued to ask shamelessly: "I see that the medicine you just sprinkled on the wound is not simple. I wonder if there is any left, so I can give it to my old man to study it."
At first, Yan Ling was confused as to why Mu Qingqiu suddenly talked to Nan Yan. After all, Nan Yan seemed to be aloof from everyone he faced. Ordinary people didn't like to find trouble in his place.
However, after listening to what Mu Qingqiu said now, Yan Ling seemed to understand something, and couldn't help but feel a little funny. His feelings were simply based on someone else's medicine.
"What medicine?" Although Nan Yan really didn't like to talk, what Mu Qingqiu just said really made him a little confused. He couldn't help but asked a little strangely.
Mu Qingqiu thought that he had said all that, but Nan Yan was still pretending to be stupid with him. His brows furrowed even more tightly and he muttered in a low voice: "I just want to take a look, and I don't want to take it from you." "
Nan Yan was serious. He didn't know why. Hearing this, his brows furrowed even more tightly. When Yan Ling saw this scene, he suddenly burst into laughter.
"Master, you are really wrongly blaming Nan Yan when you say this. He really didn't know about this medicine. He applied it to him after he was unconscious." Yan Ling hurriedly spoke to smooth things over.
After hearing this, Mu Qingqiu finally understood. Liang He stood on the side where Yan Ling's eyes were looking.
Liang He carelessly threw the empty bottle that he had just used up, and said with no hint of joy in his voice: "The medicine has been used up, and now there is only one bottle left. If you want it, I'll give it to you. "
Mu Qingqiu was so angry that he blew his beard and stared. The medicine was gone. What use did he need this bottle for? But just when he was about to say something, Mu Qingqiu suddenly remembered his previous purpose, but it was never for the medicine.
So Mu Qingqiu didn't say anything more. Instead, he opened the medicine bottle, sniffed it a few times, confirmed the medicine again, and then turned to look at Liang He.
Mu Qingqiu knocked on the table for a while, and then asked casually: "The origin of this medicine may be unusual, right?"
Liang He frowned with some dissatisfaction, then put on an indifferent look and said: "Even if the origin is unusual, it's just a bottle of medicine. You know my identity and want to stuff it into me." There are so many people selling stuff, and I also have a lot of weirder stuff than this."
Mu Qingqiu was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he seemed a little anxious. This golden medicine is indeed very precious, but it is not so priceless that it has no market.
For a person of Liang He's status, even if he doesn't get it himself, someone will rush to deliver it to him. This was true, but even so, Mu Qingqiu still vaguely felt that something was wrong.
"You talk a lot," Mu Qingqiu complained softly, as if he was trying to hide something from the stupid questions he asked before.
Liang He was stunned when he heard this, and then gritted his teeth slightly and said, "No one has ever said that you are the first person to say that I talk too much."
Mu Qingqiu curled his lips indifferently, ignored the stinky expression on Liang He's face, and said with a somewhat queasy tone: "Then I am really honored, but what can you do to me?"
Yan Ling was helpless at this point. At first, he tried to bring the two of them together. In the end, it was discovered that although the two of them would not really get into a fight, they could not change their habit of quarreling when they met.
Over time, Yan Ling got used to the way these two people got along. Anyway, he knew that the two of them would not cause any trouble, so there was nothing to worry about.
But now that Nan Yan was still lying on the bed, it really wasn't that big of a deal for the two of them to make noise here. In addition, Yan Ling had actually noticed early on that there were many people in the room and Nan Yan seemed very uncomfortable.
At this time, Yan Ling also started to stop the two from continuing to quarrel, and then took everyone out, allowing Nan Yan to rest peacefully in the medical center to recover from his injuries.
"Master, I'm afraid I have to trouble you to take care of Nan Yan during this period. It's very inconvenient for me." Yan Ling saw that it was getting late, so he planned to go back home, and said to Mu Qingqiu before leaving.
Mu Qingqiu waved his hand nonchalantly and said with a bit of disgust: "You girl, why are you so polite to your master? If you want to leave, leave quickly. If you leave me here, you can just be at ease."
Yan Ling also smiled when he heard this and said nothing more. After bidding farewell to Mu Qingqiu, Liang He and Yan Ling returned to the carriage and walked towards the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Halfway through, Yan Ling looked at Liang He hesitantly and said, "I think you may have misunderstood Nan Yan today."
"What?" When Liang He heard this name now, he still couldn't help but frown his beautiful brows, and his displeasure could be vaguely seen in the expression on his face.
(End of chapter)