Feng Sufei leaned against the wall with her eyes closed and just sat on the ground, her feet swollen.
After the banquet, Nanrong Huaian was a little worried about Feng Sufei and wanted to come up and have a look.
But he knocked on the door and got no response.
He asked the servant, who said with certainty: "Young Master, I personally sent the young mistress to the house. I have never seen the young mistress come out, but..."
Nanrong Huai'an frowned, "But what?"
"But my subordinates saw that the young lady looked very tired. She refused to let my subordinates take care of her and said that she wanted to be alone."
Nanrong Huai'an's expression changed when he heard this.
He remembered that the doorman said the same thing when he came out of the attic.
If she was really uncomfortable, how could she attend the banquet she had hosted for so long.
Nanrong Huai'an felt ripples in his heart when he thought of Feng Sufei's strength and how strong she usually was.
"I understand, you go down first."
"yes!"
Nanrong Huaian knocked on the door again, but there was no response at all, not even a sound.
Nanrong Huai'an's expression changed slightly, and he felt a little worried. He pressed the code lock and opened the door.
When he pushed the chair in and saw Feng Sufei's appearance, his expression changed.
Especially Feng Sufei's feet made Nanrong Huaian's face no longer able to remain calm.
A dark light flashed in Nanrong Huai'an's eyes. He couldn't imagine how Feng Sufei supported himself, endured the pain in her feet, and attended the banquet without anyone noticing.
Nanrong Huai'an didn't know why, but there was a surge of anger in his heart.
After a while, he sighed in his heart, "Silly girl, you really have to be strong!"
At this moment, Nanrong Huai'an became softer in his heart.
He finally understood one thing through the words of the doorman and the servant, that is, Feng Sufei might have injured her foot when she left the attic.
It's now past nine o'clock in the evening.
Nanrong Huaian watched for such a long time, and his heart took a breath.
Without anyone noticing, Nanrong Huai'an slowly got down from the chair, picked up Feng Sufei forcefully and placed her on the bed.
Nanrong Huai'an's legs were actually unable to get off the chair and support weight during the treatment stage.
But at this moment, he didn't care about that. He just sighed and said in Feng Sufei's ear: "It's really heartbreaking."
The moment Nanrong Huaian put Feng Sufei down, thin beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.
It was obvious that he stood up and used a lot of strength to lift Feng Sufei from the ground to the bed using his legs that were still weak to support his weight.
The doctor has confessed that Nanrong Huaian must not be able to support weight during this critical period of treatment.
But at this moment, when looking at Feng Sufei's feet and her tired brows, Nanrong Huai'an couldn't care so much.
Seeing that Feng Sufei didn't wake up, Nanrong Huai'an was reluctant to wake her up.
He called his servants and his personal doctor, and got the best medicine.
He gently applied medicine to Feng Sufei and massaged her.
All the movements were so gentle, not done by other people's hands, let alone by doctors.
He asked the doctor to check Feng Sufei's pulse and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with her, but she was just too worried and exhausted.
Nanrong Huai'an frowned tightly. He was actually worried that Feng Sufei fell asleep like this again and didn't know when he would wake up.
Nanrong Huaian arranged for someone to make sobering soup.
Nanrong Huai'an whispered in Feng Sufei's ear: "Sufei, wake up, wake up, drink this, you can have a good sleep."
Otherwise, Feng Sufei wouldn't be able to sleep well, you could tell by the frown on her face.