It was a little strange to see Yan Lin'er looking at her.
Qin Fan turned his head away, then turned to look at Song Bingwen and asked, "Brother Wen, is your arm okay?"
Song Bingwen shook his head and smiled, "It's okay, brother, this injury is nothing."
To be honest, even if he is injured, he can't even tell him now.
After all, when we were having dinner before, we were bragging too much in front of Qin Fan and the others.
And now if he said he was injured, he would be embarrassed to say it.
It's okay not to mention it. When Yan Liner mentioned it, she remembered that Song Bingwen had been beaten by several gangsters before.
Suddenly she stood up in a hurry and ran to Song Bingwen and asked: "Brother Wen, are you really okay?"
As she spoke, she raised Song Bingwen's arm.
"hiss"……
Song Bingwen gasped in pain and hurriedly waved his hands and said: "Don't... don't touch me."
"Are you okay like this?" Yan Lin'er raised her head and glared.
As a doctor, she didn't care about the other person's reaction, she gently raised the other person's arm, and then asked Song Bingwen to roll up his sleeves.
"Okay, you are so brave, let Miss Yan show you." Mr. Song turned to look at his son.
He knew that this son always had a good face, but would refuse to admit even if he was injured.
Song Bingwen smiled awkwardly, then nodded and gently rolled up his sleeves.
Yan Lin'er's face changed slightly when she took a look, she shook her head and said, "Brother Wen can't do it. He's all bruised. He has to go to the hospital for treatment."
Song Bingwen took a look at the swollen area and knew that the situation was actually quite serious.
Moreover, his arms are a little sore now, and he feels a little tired, but he is eating now, and he definitely doesn't want to disturb Qin Fan and the others while they are eating.
Suddenly Song Bingwen waved his hand and said with a smile: "No need to go to the hospital, it will be fine in two days."
"Nonsense!"
Yan Liner glared and said, "I am a doctor. You must go to the hospital to have your injury checked now."
At this time, Qin Fan stood up and walked over and said, "Let me take a look."
Yan Lin'er raised her head and glanced up, then stepped aside to let Qin Fan diagnose. She knew that Qin Fan's medical skills were very good.
Qin Fan observed and frowned. The injuries from being hit by sticks just now were quite serious.
Suddenly Qin Fan put his hand on the other person's arm.
A stream of spiritual energy slowly entered the opponent's arm, and a cool feeling instantly penetrated Song Bingwen's arm.
Song Bingwen's face changed and he felt the changes in his arms.
The painful feeling just now disappeared all of a sudden, and instead came an icy coolness, which made him feel very comfortable.
Before, Song Bingwen only knew that Qin Fan had great medical skills, but today this guy personally treated him, and he felt that this guy was even more awesome.
Three minutes later.
Qin Fan took his hand back, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile, "Okay, Brother Wen."
"What!"
Upon hearing this, Yan Lin'er hurriedly took Song Bingwen's arm and took a look, her face changed.
The swollen and bloodshot scars just now are completely gone, and now the arm is just as good as a good one.
Turning to look at Qin Fan, Yan Liner felt complicated inside.
This guy once subverted her cognition to a certain extent.
If Qin Fan had used silver needles to revive the dying patient in the disaster area before, he would have been considered a master of medicine at best.
But now this kid can directly heal that arm in one go. This is not just a matter of great medical skills.
This Qin Fan is like a demon god!
At this time, Song Bingwen also moved his arms twice.
He looked up at Qin Fan and said with a smile: "Brother, you are really well. Thank you so much."
"Brother Qin's medical skills are indeed so powerful," Mr. Song chuckled.
"Mr. Song, Brother Wen, please stop chasing me and hurry up and eat," Qin Fan pointed to a table of dishes.
Several people nodded and then continued eating.
Although this lunch had some twists and turns, fortunately, the danger was saved and everyone's mood was not affected at all.
After meal.
Song Bingwen drove them to climb the mountain.
After playing all afternoon, a few people finally returned to Mr. Song's villa when it got dark.
After dinner, Qin Fan got up to say goodbye.
He has to go to Zhao Yaxin's place tonight.
He has been hiding in the village for the past half month.
Zhao Yaxin had already called him many times. This time when he came to the city, Qin Fan thought about how to go to Zhao Yaxin's place.
And in the afternoon, he had already called Zhao Yaxin.
When Mr. Song heard that Qin Fan was leaving, he would definitely try to persuade him to stay.
But Qin Fan has stayed here for two days, which is enough. He has other things to do next.
Despite all efforts to stay, Qin Fan still wanted to leave, so Song Bingwen and the others had no choice but to let Qin Fan go.
Yan Lin'er, on the other hand, although she said she didn't want to hold him back, in fact, she really couldn't let go of that kid in her heart.
To be honest, a large part of the reason why she came to the Song family from the south this time was because she wanted to see Qin Fan again.
Although there have been so many misunderstandings in the past two days, Yan Liner has always had a good impression of Qin Fan in her heart.
"Okay, Brother Song Laowen, I'll leave first." Standing at the door of the villa, Qin Fanla drove the door.
Immediately he turned to look at Yan Lin'er who was standing silently beside him, smiled at Yan Lin'er and said, "Let's go."
Yan Lin'er suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute."
When Father Song and his son saw this, they immediately looked at each other. Song Bingwen smiled and said, "Brothers, let Miss Yan talk to you."
With that said, the father and son turned around and entered the villa in perfect agreement.
Qin Fan made a sound. Seeing those two guys acting like this, he knew that they must have done it on purpose.
Immediately, Qin Fan put one hand on the car door, looked at Yan Lin'er and asked with a smile: "Is something wrong?"
Yan Lin'er was startled, blushed and stammered: "I...I..."
"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Qin Fan asked with a smile.
In fact, he knew what Yan Lin'er wanted to say.
Yan Lin'er raised her head and glared at Qin Fan, and then said directly: "Liar, you will fool me, and you also said that you will take me to eat your Daoxiang Village's sacred food. If you promise me this noon, you will slap your ass and leave as soon as it gets dark.
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Qin Fan was suddenly depressed.
He waved his hand and said with a smile: "I won't fool you. I have something to do when I go home tonight. Let's do this. I'll call you tomorrow. Come over and I'll take you to eat."
"Really?" Yan Lin'er asked curiously.
Qin Fan nodded and said confidently: "That's right, wait for my call tomorrow."
"Okay, then it's settled."
Yan Lin'er felt a little happy. She waved her hand and said, "Okay, then you can go. See you tomorrow."
Qin Fan was a little dumbfounded. He glanced at the villa and then said: "That's it, then tell Mr. Song and the others for me that I'm leaving."
Seeing Yan Lin'er nodding her head, Qin Fan got into the car, closed the door, waved to her, and drove down the mountain.
Standing at the door until she saw that the car was gone, Yan Liner came back to her senses and muttered a few times.