Slag Gong crying and begging for my forgiveness [Quick Transmigration]

It's been a long time since we haven't seen each other in less than half a month.

Yue Jian hurriedly took two steps forward, but suddenly put his hands away, he took the snack from Wan Xiang's hand, "A-Nan, yes, it's been a long time, what are you up to lately?"

They send people to deliver dim sum every day, the dim sum is exquisite and delicious, it must be made with great effort and it takes a lot of time.

Nan Xing lowered his head and smiled strangely: "I'm not in good health, I've been recuperating recently."

Yue Jian's hand holding the basket tightened, Nan Xing had lost a lot of weight, his face was pale, and his sickness was not cured, he smiled palely, but it made people think that he was going to faint in the next moment, Yue Jian quickly said: "It's cold outside. , enter the house."

He led the way in front, walked two steps and saw that Nan Xing did not follow, he stopped and looked back, only then did he see Nan Xing push away a wisp of willow hanging down, and said: "Then you will bother the young man."

Yue Jian's eyelids twitched slightly, feeling uncomfortable in her heart.In the past, Nan Xing always came in happily, and never said such extravagant words as "boss".

Yuejian carefully brewed a pot of tea, and the white mist was dense. Yuejian saw that he was getting thinner and weaker, and his guilt rose in his heart.

Seeing him that day was still fine, but it seemed like he had a serious illness for more than ten days. He ate the snacks made by Anan every day. There was a gap, and while eating Anan's snacks, he said that no one is allowed to pester.

What kind of entanglement is this?Even true admiration is nothing more than a relationship between gentlemen.

His internal strength has recovered these days, but he has been worried about Anan, and wants to see him before leaving, but now that he sees him, he is even more worried.

Yue Jian heard Nan Xing cough twice, and asked with concern: "Are you feeling better? I know some medical principles, so I can feel your pulse."

Nan Xing said: "No need, I'm much better."

However, his pale face and whether he was trembling slightly told Yue Jian that he was not well, Yue Jian hoped that he would not be so out of touch, so he walked over and said with a smile: "You can take a look even if it is much better, Anan, I In fact, it has some medical skills, come, let me show you..."

Nan Xing's hand was placed on the table big and square, that hand was as white as jade, protruding from the sleeve of the robe, the bone was beautiful and thin, Yue Jian wanted to hold his wrist and I'll take a look for him, who knows his Before reaching his hand, Nan Xing avoided it.

He not only dodged, but also stood up with great reaction. He saw Nan Xing forced a smile: "I've been bothering you for a long time, I should go."

Yue Jian's heart twitched suddenly, as if she had been hollowed out suddenly, she was sore, seeing him like a god of plague, avoiding him at a distance, after such a long time, is it really going to forget him?

Slowly, he becomes a vague shadow of the past.

is not it?

He suddenly felt terrible.

He stretched out his hand to keep Nan Xing, but Nan Xing took two quick steps and didn't even let him touch the hem of his clothes.

Yue Jian's chest felt tight, and she suddenly leaned over and vomited a pool of blood.

Wan Xiang panicked and said, "My lord!"

Nan Xing was also frightened, he hurried over to Fuyue to see him, "What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

Wan Xiang choked with sobs and said, "Young Master Anan hasn't come these days, I don't know how many times our Young Master has fallen ill!"

Yue Jian wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, showing a pale smile: "I'm fine, I've got an old problem, I'll be fine in a while."

These days he was overthinking, depressed, and the problems in his mother's womb always recurred.

As soon as he finished speaking, he covered his chest and coughed up several mouthfuls of blood. When he looked up, he saw Nan Xing was crying.

He hurriedly wiped off the blood on his lips, hurriedly went to look at Nan Xing, a little at a loss, "I'm fine, I'm fine, don't cry..."

Nan Xing murmured: "I didn't cry... I suddenly felt a pain in my heart. For some reason, tears came out."

Yue Jian was stunned for a long time, his heart seemed to be soaked in tears, and suddenly it seemed to soften into a puddle, he slightly moved closer to Nan Xing, this time he didn't hide, he even smelled the fragrance of Nan Xing's body.

The scent was very good, even better than sweet and soft pastries, just getting close to him like this, Yue Jian felt refreshed, and her chest didn't hurt anymore, as if this person was his good medicine.

These days, he felt guilty and sinful, and his chest seemed to be clogged with depression. Now that he saw Nan Xing crying because of his pain, his heart seemed to have a solid foundation and gradually healed.

Yue Jian squatted in front of Nan Xing, gently wiped his tears with his hands, and said in a low voice: "Don't cry, Anan, I'm fine, I know how to cure the old disease in the mother's womb, but you seem to be sick. Can you take your pulse?"

The pair of water-soaked eyes looked straight at him, and finally nodded: "Yeah."

Yue Jian touched his wrist and felt how cold his hands were, he suddenly wanted to help Nan Xing warm his hands, but thought it was not appropriate to do so.

Yue Jian took Nan Xing's pulse, and gradually frowned, "Have you been suffering from cold for a long time?"

Nan Xing said: "I'm always afraid of the cold, so I didn't pay attention."

This is not a cold chill, but a very serious cold syndrome that has never been treated, just like having a cold syndrome but always freezing in the ice and snow.

How could this be?

If it drags on any longer, this cold syndrome will kill him!

"No! You have a serious cold syndrome, you need to be treated immediately!"

Nan Xing said: "It shouldn't be serious..."

Yuejian shook her head: "I'll give you a prescription right away, no, I can't cure such a long-standing illness, I know a senior..."

A senior with excellent medical skills and martial arts who saved his life. All these years, his illnesses have been treated by this senior. The senior has superb medical skills and taught him many ways to treat diseases. If it is that senior, Anan's illness must be cured.

Moreover, this senior has communicated with him in the past few days, saying that he has sent a letter to Xinjian Villa to save him, and he should still see that senior these days.

"Don't worry, I will help you find a good medicine."

Go to the seniors to ask for a good medicine.

Only when Anan is cured, can he leave with peace of mind.

Nan Xing said, "Actually, you don't need to bother..."

"It's not troublesome, you and I don't need to see each other..." Yuejian felt that it was not right after saying this sentence, what he wanted to say was suddenly interrupted by himself, and finally he looked at Nan Xingdao, "You trust me, I can Help you cure your illness, and come over as soon as you get the approval document, I will take your pulse every day and help you make medicine."

He saw Nan Xing sitting there at a loss, like a docile and beautiful young master, with tears still in his eyelashes, it made his heart feel soft just looking at it, he couldn't help but wipe it off for him again. Tears, softly said: "If you get the approval, come to me."

He couldn't get the approval document from Fo'er, so Nan Xing had to come to him, and Nan Xing bid him farewell after exhorting him so carefully about the taboos of cold symptoms.

Seeing off at the door, Yue Jian thought of such an exhortation in her heart, Anan is a very trustworthy person, and will come to him after getting the approval, maybe he can get the approval tomorrow.

He didn't turn around until his back was out of sight.

He touched his fingertips, but he felt a little wet, the tears that he just wiped away for Anan were still wet between his fingers.

He put his fingers on his nose and sniffed, remembering how Nan Xing cried just now, even his fingers smelled fragrant.

His Adam's apple rolled slightly, as if possessed, he licked his fingers.