If His Highness is in a bad mood, can people like them still have good fruits to eat?

Hebei came back to his senses and smiled sarcastically at Xia Qianqian: "Girl, don't get me wrong. I just saw your versatility, and I don't have a daughter, so I had an idea."

Xia Qianqian can only apologize.

Becoming the adopted daughter of the famous general of the Daqian Kingdom is what many people dream of.

"Actually, the general and I have never known each other before, and our temperaments match each other. If there is no other reason, it is my dream to accept you as my adopted daughter."

"That's that." As long as the girl doesn't dislike his recklessness.

As for the matter of recognizing relatives, we can still discuss it slowly in the future.

Xia Qianqian sat in the green tent carriage, and the other two rode horses, wandering back to Mo Mansion.

Along the way, Xia Qianqian was in a happy mood.

Next to the car, Hebei and Mr. Liu chatted one after another.

The war at the border is tense, and He Bei plans to wait for He Hongfei to get better before he sets off for the border.

Before leaving, he wanted to entrust He Hongfei to Mr. Liu.

It’s really pitiful for the hearts of parents in the world.

In Mo Mansion, under the lush sycamore trees, a young man in Tsing Yi holds a cane under his arms and puts his feet on the ground.

His feet finally took a step forward, but he didn't know that there was no strength in the palm of his feet and he could not support his own body weight.

"Plop!"

He fell to the ground with his crutches, causing him to flip over. The crutches fell from the sky and landed on his forehead.

"Peng", the sound is very loud, it must be very painful.

Seeing this, the young man in green clothes who was watching over him rushed forward, intending to help him up.

Before anyone could get close, the young man in green turned his head, with a face full of irritation, and roared: "Get out of here, get away from me."

He is obviously a young man, but his voice is hoarse and deep.

The despair and resentment in that voice seemed to turn into a sharp blade. Every time a word came out, it would cut his throat severely, making the next word he said more difficult and hoarse.

"It's Fei'er." At the door, Hebei's face changed drastically, he got off his horse, pushed the door open and rushed into the courtyard.

Mr. Liu followed closely behind.

Xia Qianqian was startled, raised the curtains, jumped out of the carriage, lifted up her skirt, and chased after her.

In the courtyard, the sun casts mottled light through the gaps in the leaves. A young man in green clothes lay on the ground, and the dots of light reflected on his body, making him look even more frail and helpless.

He lay on the ground with his hands and tried to stand up with both arms.

But his feet had no strength, and his legs dragged on the ground.

The young man was not convinced. He groaned and used all his strength to finally straighten his upper body.

He felt happy for a moment, and tried to move his feet to stand up.

Unfortunately, before my legs could stand firm, my arms could not support me at first, and I fell to the ground with a "thud" like a dog chewing mud again.

The boy in green clothes couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to help him again. Unexpectedly, he turned around and roared again: "Get out of here, stay away from me."

His temper was so irritable from beginning to end.

Xia Qianqian stood at the door and couldn't see his face, but the veins on his side and neck, the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, his trembling arms, and his hands as slender as chicken feet, touched every scene.

Her heart.

He once had a blood clot in his skull, which oppressed his speech center, causing him to be unable to speak and even go crazy.

Once upon a time, someone broke the tendons of his hands and hamstrings, causing his whole body to become limp, like mud, and he completely lost the ability to take care of himself.

As soon as Feng Wei took action, he killed him.

According to ancient medical standards, he was absolutely useless.

Fortunately, he met her.

After a series of surgeries, she performed tendon reconstruction on him.

Through surgery, the severed tendons are sutured together, and through later rehabilitation training, the function of the limb can be restored to almost the same level as before the injury.

He Hongfei is determined and wants to rely on his own efforts to resume normal walking again.

But the road to recovery is always a long and tiring process.

"Fei'er".

When Hebei saw his son lying on the ground, he felt extremely distressed and quickly stepped forward to help him.

"Don't come over." He Hongfei refused to allow anyone to come near.

With a glance, a pink dress fell into his sight. He Hongfei frowned and turned his head stubbornly.

"Fei'er" Hebei stretched out his hand to touch him, but was afraid that his actions would offend him. He hesitated for a moment and whispered to persuade: "What's wrong with you? Let dad help you."

"None of you can help me. Can't help." The fear and anger that had been suppressed burst out from the bottom of his heart, and he roared: "I am a useless person. What qualifications do I have to live like this?"

As he spoke, he actually had the idea of ​​committing suicide.

Hebei has been on the battlefield for many years, killing decisively when encountering difficulties, and has never been troubled by anyone or anything.

But now, He Feihong is the only obstacle and difficulty in his life.

"Why are you a useless person? We finally rescued you from the gate of hell." He persuaded with earnest words.

"So what if I rescue you!" He Hongfei's voice was louder than his, "I'm a useless person."

He turned back and sat paralyzed on the ground, his hanging hands beating his legs constantly, "What can I do? What can I do? It's hard to even walk...it's hard for me to..."

In annoyance, his face flushed red, and his pair of black stone eyes gradually became tinged with a blush.

This man is the only young master in the general's mansion, and is regarded as the only successor of General He.

But now, he has encountered a major change in his life, and he cannot accept the huge changes in his body for a while.

If he was crazy or stupid, maybe it wouldn't be so painful.

Now that he is sane, the cold stares, pressure and ridicule he may suffer will make a self-respecting heart unable to bear such a humble life.

Xia Qianqian stepped forward slowly, stared at the person on the ground, and said coldly: "Are you questioning my medical skills?"

He Hongfei turned away and said, "It's been a month and I can't even stand and walk."

Such progress made him believe in her medical skills.

I believe she will be able to cure him.

"So what if it's a month?"

Xia Qianqian looked serious and corrected: "Don't forget. How long have you been injured?"

"He Hongfei, as people say, illness comes like a mountain and goes away like a thread. In just one month, you can't hold on and you are about to give up. So what's the point of me treating you?"<

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Her questioning voice, with her precise words and clear accent, resounded in people's ears like jade beads falling on a silver plate.

"He Hongfei, based on your current situation, if you walk around with a cane every day to train the function of your lower limbs, then sit in a wheelchair and push with your hands to train the ability of your lower limbs."

"If you repeat this and exercise diligently, within a year, you may be able to get rid of the crutches and wheelchairs and walk like a normal person."

As soon as she finished speaking, He Hongfei raised his head slightly and looked into her eyes.
Chapter completed!