Chapter 1323 Distressed, Gentle
Feng Sufei leaned against the wall with her eyes closed and sat on the ground like that, her feet swollen.
After the banquet, Nanrong Huai'an 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, and the servant said with certainty, "Young Master, the subordinate sent the young lady to the house in person. The subordinate never saw the young lady come out, but..."
Nanrong Huaian frowned, "But what?"
"But the subordinate looked at the young lady and seemed very tired. She didn't let the subordinate take care of her, saying that she wanted to be alone for a while."
Nanrong Huaian's expression changed when he heard this.
He remembered that the doorman had said the same thing when he came out of the attic.
If she is really uncomfortable, how can she attend the banquet that has been hosted for so long.
Nanrong Huai'an thought of Feng Sufei's strength and how strong she was on weekdays, and ripples appeared in her heart.
"I see, you go down first."
"Yes!"
Nanrong Huaian knocked on the door again, but there was no response at all, not even a sound.
Nanrong Huaian's expression changed slightly, and he was a little worried. He pressed the combination lock and opened the door.
When he pushed the chair in and saw Feng Sufei's appearance, his face changed.
Especially Feng Sufei's feet made Nanrong Huai'an's face unable to remain calm.
A dim light flashed in Nanrong Huai'an's eyes. He couldn't imagine how Feng Sufei supported herself, endured the pain in her feet, and after attending the banquet, everyone could not see the clues.
Nanrong Huaian didn't know why, but an anger surged up in his heart.
After a long while, he sighed in his heart, "Silly girl, you are really strong!"
At this moment, Nan Ronghuai's heart softened.
He finally understood one thing through the doorman's words and the servant's words, that is, Feng Sufei might have injured her foot when she left the attic.
It's past nine o'clock at night now.
For such a long time, Nanrong Huai'an gasped as she watched.
No one noticed that Nanrong Huai'an slowly got down from the chair and forcefully picked Feng Sufei up on the bed.
Nanrong Huai'an's legs were actually unable to get off the chair and support the weight during the treatment stage.
But at this moment, he didn't care about that, just sighed and said in Feng Sufei's ear: "It really makes people feel distressed."
The moment Nanrong Huai'an put Feng Sufei away, fine sweat broke out on his forehead.
Obviously, he stood up, used his legs to support the weight, and carried Feng Sufei from the ground to the bed, which also used a lot of strength.
The doctor has confessed that Nanrong Huai'an must not support the weight at the critical time of treatment.
But at this time, when looking at Feng Sufei's feet, when looking at her tired eyebrows, Nanrong Huaian couldn't care so much.
Seeing that Feng Sufei hadn't woken up, Nanrong Huaian was reluctant to wake her up.
He called servants and a personal doctor and got the best medicine.
He gently rubbed the medicine on Feng Sufei and massaged it.
All the movements are so gentle, they do not fake the hands of others, let alone the doctor.
He asked the doctor to take the pulse of Feng Sufei's traditional Chinese medicine, and he was sure that there was nothing wrong, but it was just excessive worry and exhaustion.
Nanrong Huai'an frowned, he was really worried that Feng Sufei had fallen asleep like this again, and he didn't know when he would wake up.
Nanrong Huaian arranged for someone to make hangover 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 couldn't sleep well, just by looking at her frowning.