Duan Yingying moved her lips nervously, opened her mouth and called out carefully: "Feng, Fengjiu?"
When the hoarse voice came out of her mouth cautiously, although the voice was hoarse and unpleasant, it still made her so excited that tears flowed.
"I, I can speak now? I, I can make a sound..." He held Fengjiu's hands tightly with both hands and spoke with a trembling voice. At this moment, he was so excited and happy that he couldn't control himself.
Guan Xilin on the side laughed loudly: "It's nothing. Xiaojiu said she can cure you, so she can definitely cure you." He was very confident in his sister's medical skills. His sister could definitely cure any illness that no one else in the world could cure.
Feng Jiu smiled and said, "You haven't spoken for a long time, so your vocal cords will be hoarse, but don't worry, just eat more nourishing food and your voice will recover slowly."
Duan Yingying nodded. She couldn't hear clearly, there was a buzzing sound, but she could hear it vaguely. For her, this was something she had never dared to hope for before.
"Remember, don't talk in front of others. Calm down and cook something to nourish your yin and moisten your dryness. Here is a bottle of liquid medicine. Take it three times a day." She took out a bottle of liquid medicine and gave it to her, and said, "We will probably be back in the evening, so you don't have to wait."
After explaining it, he went out with Guan Xilin. Today, the treatment for Mr. Duan was in another family's ice cellar, so he had to go out.
When they arrived at the front yard, Patriarch Duan, who had been waiting for a long time, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Feng Jiu coming out, and hurriedly stepped forward: "Mr. Feng, we are ready, we can set off."
"Yes." Fengjiu nodded, walked out with him, got on the carriage prepared outside, and went to another family together.
At the Meng family's side, the head of the Meng family knew that they would come today, so he was waiting outside the mansion. When he saw the carriage slowly approaching, his eyes swept across the front and fell on a carriage behind.
The person sitting there should be the young man in red with two Saint Master badges, right
The carriage in front stopped, and City Lord Duan got off first. He bowed to the head of the Meng family and said with a smile: "Brother Meng, I'm sorry to bother you today."
"No, no." He smiled and bowed, saying, "The ice bed is ready, just waiting for you, City Lord, to come over."
So, after the two of them exchanged some polite words, City Lord Duan had his unconscious father taken to the Meng Mansion's ice cellar. In the carriage at the back, Guan Xilin opened the curtain and stepped down first, followed by Feng Jiu in a dazzling red dress.
Although he knew that he was a young boy, the head of the Meng family was still surprised when he saw the handsome boy who was only about twenty years old. He was really so young.
"This must be Young Master Feng." Patriarch Meng stepped forward, bowed, and said with a smile, "It's true that hearing about him is worse than seeing him in person!"
Fengjiu looked at the person in front of her, smiled and nodded: "Master Meng." City Lord Duan mentioned him to her.
"Mr. Feng, please come in." He made a gesture of invitation and stepped aside to invite him in. At this time, he noticed the man in black clothes who was following him. He couldn't help but be slightly surprised and looked at him secretly.
Who is this person? Why did he come with them? Could he be the guard of Master Feng? However, looking at his fierce and powerful aura, it doesn't seem like he is.