Chapter 1036: If you can steal fragrance, you will never become Liu Xiahui
"Master Nan's foot is broken."
"If your leg is broken, you can just reattach it. It's very simple." Feng Jiayu said nonchalantly.
Feng Weihuan thought quickly. Indeed, regardless of whether Nanming is allowed to explore the cave or not, since everyone is in the cave, they are just grasshoppers tied to a rope, advancing and retreating together, not to mention that they are still in the cave.
Saved her and followed Feng Jiayu.
"Mr. Nan, how about I give it a try?" Feng Weihuan asked the injured patient for his opinion.
"Uncle, don't worry. Last time the cat's leg was broken, it was my aunt who connected it." Feng Jiayu supported his aunt.
Feng Weihuan had the urge to hold his forehead and warned in a low voice: "Feng, Jia, Yu."
"In times of crisis, regardless of trivial matters, please help me, Princess." Nanming said gently.
"Feng Jiayu, take the fire seal." Feng Weihuan instructed the little guy who had nowhere to vent his energy to work.
The little guy held up the fire fold obediently.
Nanming took off his shoes and asked, "Do you want to take off your socks?"
"Yeah." Feng Weihuan nodded.
Nanming took off his socks.
In some aspects, the lines were as thick as something, and Feng Weihuan finally felt a rare feeling of shyness: Look at a man's feet, it is indeed a little embarrassing...
"Auntie, look at the swelling there. Click it hard."
The rare embarrassment disappeared in an instant.
After giving instructions to Feng Weixuan, the little guy continued to give instructions to Nan Ming: "Uncle, please be patient. There is nothing to be afraid of, a real man."
"Princess, please do it." Nan Ming said with a smile, but in his heart he began to think about how to get rid of this troublesome little mushroom.
"Okay, Mr. Nan, I'll try to be as gentle as possible." Feng Weihuan also doubted his hand strength after being told by the little guy.
Her delicate hands pressed against the slightly pale skin.
Nan Ming's feet, like his body, are beautiful. But if you look closely, you can see a few scars that show signs of age, as if they were stabbed by something sharp. There is also a patch of skin that is more tender than the surrounding ones.
He must have been burned.
Feng Weihuan was surprised: How could he, a scholar, have so many injuries?
"Auntie, don't shake your hands."
She wordlessly put away her unnecessary thoughts, pressed Nan Ming's ankle, found the dislocated bone, and then applied force neatly according to the bone-setting technique taught by Wei Zi.
There was a "click" sound.
"Okay." Feng Weihuan raised his head and saw that Nanming didn't say anything, but there was obvious sweat on his forehead. He must have gritted his teeth secretly and endured it silently, so he couldn't help but said: "If it really hurts, just scream, there are just the three of us anyway, Xiaoyu can't
You will talk nonsense."
"It doesn't matter." Nan Ming forced out a smile.
To him, this pain was like a mosquito bite. In comparison, what was more difficult was how to pretend to be inconsolable pain.
Fortunately, his acting skills were passable, and he saw worry on Feng Weihuan's face.
"I'll try." Nan Ming put on his socks and boots, put his hands on the ground, and tried to stand up.
Feng Weihuan rushed to help.
"Thank you." Nan Ming unceremoniously leaned half of his body on the warm soft jade.
He is not a gentleman. If he can steal incense, he will never become Liu Xiahui.
"How?" Feng Weihuan said with a hint of nervousness in his tone.
"I can walk." Nan Ming smiled slightly, like the spring breeze blowing through the willow trees in March.
