The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

Chapter 642 I feel ashamed today

Cheng Feng said: "Then do you want to vomit?"

Wan Lengxing said: "It's a little disgusting, but I shouldn't be able to vomit it out... Feng'er, don't tell others."

Wan Liexing didn't feel embarrassed when he asked for something to eat, but now that he had a problem eating, he was afraid that people would know and laugh at him.

Cheng Feng said: "You shouldn't hide your illness. Your cold can change from mild to severe. You are lucky to have met someone from the Shi family and saved your life. In fact, there are many people who have died due to cold, so we can't ignore it."

Wan Lianxing gained wisdom out of desperation, "You help me get up and walk first. If I can walk around a few times, then don't tell anyone."

Cheng Feng said: "Your legs are weak and your stomach still hurts. Why don't you invite Mr. Shi to come over?"

Wan Lengxing said: "Don't alarm Mr. Shi."

Cheng Feng said: "What a big group of people you have here. Everyone is following you. If you have a problem, where will you people go? Have you arranged their whereabouts?"

Wan Liexing said: "It's not that serious."

Cheng Feng said: "Everything can be done according to your temper, except this disease. It will be a big mistake to hide the disease and avoid treatment."

Wan Lianxing was instantly depressed after hearing Cheng Feng's words. He cursed in his mind why he was so unsatisfied. He had to be greedy for that chicken drumstick. This time, it was okay. If he didn't say anything about his discomfort, everyone would laugh at him.

It's a pity that Mr. Shi is not at home today. He took Mr. Wan and Boss Qian to the tea farm and hasn't come back yet.

However, their own doctor from the Marquis Mansion was always there. The doctor carefully checked Wan Lianxing's pulse, and then said: "Spleen deficiency and food accumulation are accompanied by fever."

When Wan Lianxing heard that he was feeling hot, he reached out and touched his forehead and said, "It's not hot."

Mrs. Wan reached out and touched it and said, "It's really a bit hot... Doctor, what should we do?"

"A dose of decoction and acupuncture will be effective."

Mrs. Wan said: "What caused the doctor's problem?"

Wan Liexing shook his head slightly, meaning not to let the doctor speak.

Mrs. Wan turned around anxiously. She stood in the middle of the doctor, glared at Wan Lengxing, and said to the doctor: "Mr. Zhong, don't cover up for Lianxing. Tell the truth. What caused this?"

Cheng Feng, who was standing a little further away, said, "I ate a chicken drumstick for my uncle."

"Chicken legs? Where did the chicken legs come from?"

Shang Xi raised his hand and said, "Mom, I baked it myself, but I gave the chicken legs to Cheng Feng, not to my uncle."

Mrs. Wan said: "Then why did this chicken drumstick get into the hands of your uncle?"

Cheng Feng said: "I asked my uncle to eat it." Cheng Feng regretted in his heart, why didn't he listen to Master Shi's words carefully? If he was not soft-hearted, he might not have made a mistake.

Madam Wan said very sternly: "Feng'er, you are confused, you are harming your uncle." This was the first time Madam Wan blamed Cheng Feng. Although it was just a sentence, it still carried a certain weight. Wan usually blamed Cheng Feng. Madam was naturally reluctant to say anything about Cheng Feng, but now she had to stand on a neutral position and be impartial, as Wan Lengxing's life was at stake.

Cheng Feng couldn't say a word to explain. He personally delivered the food to Wan Lianxing and watched Wan Lianxing eat it with his own eyes. The problem was with him and he couldn't shirk it.

How could Wan Lengxing, who was lying on the bed, watch Cheng Feng being scolded, "Sister-in-law, it has nothing to do with Feng'er. It's just that I'm greedy for the deliciousness of the chicken drumsticks and can't bear to let go. But the drumsticks aren't big, so don't worry, I'm fine."

Mrs. Wan said: "Leng Xing can no longer be left to Feng'er to take care of."

Wan Lianxing said: "I want the wind to serve me."

Mrs. Wan said: "Of course, Feng'er will follow your temper. You will do what you say, and you will do what you say. Originally, your illness was cured, but after being treated like this by him, you will not be able to do it for ten days." It’s not good.”

Wan Lengxing said, "It's impossible. I'll go down to the ground and show it to you right now."

The doctor supported Wan Lengxing, who was struggling to get up, and said, "Master Marquis, lie down and take off your clothes. I'm going to give you acupuncture."

Wan Lengxing said: "I'll go down to the ground and walk around first to show my sister-in-law that Feng'er has served me well."

Madam Wan scolded: "Lie down."

Wan Liexing was exhausted and lay down on the bed.

Cheng Feng said to everyone: "You go out first, I will undress my uncle and wait here."

Wan Fu shook his head angrily and went out with the prescription.

The doctor inserted the first needle into Wan Lienxing's Zusanli. Wan Lienxing hissed, "It still hurts."

The doctor said: "Master Hou is still patient."

Wan Lianxing's legs were pricked with several needles every minute, and then Wan Lianxing's stomach was pricked. The pain in his stomach was even worse. His thin belly was covered with needles like a hedgehog.

"How do you feel, Lord Marquis?"

Wan Lengxing said: "I feel much better after being pricked by you like this."

The doctor said: "Master Hou, your stomach should be nourished for a while, so don't eat randomly for the time being."

Wan Lengxing said: "I feel ashamed today. I have learned the lesson, but I will not dare to do it again in the future."

Just as the doctor was inserting a needle into Wan Lianxing's arm, Wan Lianxing said to Cheng Feng: "Feng'er, I don't blame you for this. Don't be depressed because of your sister-in-law's words. I want to eat the chicken legs, not Don’t take it personally.”

Looking at the skinny Wan Lianxing, Cheng Feng said, "I didn't think much about it, I was just worried about you."

Wan Lianxing said: "I'm fine. What are you worried about? Don't be nervous. I know my situation well."

In the yard, Shang Xi was using a banana fan to fan the stove. On top of the stove was a small medicine pot for decoction, and Zhong Siyu was guarding one side.

Looking at Zhong Siyu who was gloomy and depressed, Shang Xi said: "Miss Zhong, don't worry about getting angry. It's just a matter of food accumulation. You'll be fine in another day."

Zhong Siyu nodded.

Zhu'er on the other side pouted and said, "The Marquis's body is too weak. No one has done anything during the journey, so why is it that he is so sick that he fails to recover?"

Zhong Siyu said: "Zhu'er, don't talk nonsense."

Pearl said: "I'm not talking nonsense. This man has been lame since the first time we met. I haven't seen him become strong even one day."

"Jewel, stop talking."

Pearl's eyes were red, "I'm worried about Miss, how Miss will live in the future."

Shang Xi comforted the master and servant: "You have only known Mr. Hou for a short time. Mr. Hou has always been physically strong and energetic. After a period of rest, he will return to his previous appearance and body."

Pearl said: "Then what's going on with the Marquis now?"

Shang Xi said: "Master Hou has been locked up in a dark prison for so long. After he came out, he seemed to be as handsome as ever, but the life in prison must have had a great impact on his body. This man is not sick. Falling down in prison is a blessing. The stagnation that has been accumulated in the body for a long time has to be discharged, so it is discharged through the wind and cold, so it is better to take care of him. Although he has a bad temper, he also has many advantages. ”