Indulgent Husband and Sweet Wife

Fortunately, Mr. Yang did not go to the mountains to collect herbs today, but was at home, so he could help Meng Er's treatment in time.

After hearing about their purpose, Mr. Yang only said four words coldly: "Keep the disease under wraps and avoid treatment."

Then he raised his hand and threw out a porcelain teacup that had been placed aside. With a bang, the teacup hit his feet, shattering into pieces, and the water slurry collapsed.

Ai Changhuan's heart skipped a beat and she thought, isn't it? The old gentleman has such a bad temper? Do you smash things when you feel slightly unhappy? The appearance of this fairy-like Taoist bone doesn't even look like it.

Meng You was too frightened to speak, and his feet were in terrible pain. Tears were rolling in his eyes, but he didn't dare to fall.

Mr. Yang glanced at her and said, "Why are you still standing there?"

Meng You was stupid. If he didn't stand, why should he kneel? Kneel on these fragments? Aren't both legs useless? What kind of strange treatment is this?

Yang Anxin understood. Although she had not studied medicine with Mr. Yang, she still learned some small remedies through her ears and eyes.

She bent down, picked up the largest and thinnest piece from the pile of fragments, handed it to Meng You, and said: "Take this back, and then use this to scrape the nail cap of the injured toe to make it thinner." , it will be fine in two or three days.”

"This..." Meng Er looked at Yang Anxin, is there any scientific basis for this? Why does it sound so unreliable?

Ai Changhuan whispered to Meng Er: "Let's try it first. I think it should be useful. That day..."

Then Ai Changhuan told Meng You that Mr. Yang had seen through her and Lu Zhanke yesterday. Meng You said it was amazing: "Is it true? Why do I feel so mysterious?"

Although he said so, Meng You didn't dare not listen anymore this time, and obediently went back with the piece of porcelain.

Ai Changhuan stayed because Mr. Yang said last time that Lu Zhanke's injury needed to be fully recovered and he needed to drink some medicine to strengthen his body and strengthen his body. She wanted to ask the old man for such a prescription.

The old gentleman didn't hide anything, and gave it to him happily. He also taught Ai Changhuan how to boil it and how to pay attention to the heat.

Ai Changhuan listened very carefully and asked questions very seriously, for fear that he might have made a mistake.

Mr. Yang was very satisfied with her and said he would give her a reward.

After knowing what the reward was, Ai Changhuan's face couldn't help but change slightly, because Mr. Yang boiled a pot of dark potion for her. He said that he should drink three bowls a day, at least for a month, and one It is best to continue taking the medicine after the first month of pregnancy until you are pregnant with your child.

The medicine was very bitter even without drinking it, because he could smell a strong smell of bitter medicine from afar. Ai Changhuan frowned tightly, turned around and wanted to run away.

However, when she thought of Lu Zhanke, she stopped dead in her tracks. Wasn't it just drinking medicine? As long as she could get pregnant with Lu Zhanke's child, she would tolerate drinking ten bowls of medicine a day, let alone three bowls of medicine a day.

She slowly turned around and stared at the bowl of medicine for a full three minutes. Finally, she gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, reached out to bring the bowl of medicine over, and drank it all in one breath.

She didn't dare to stop drinking it, because the smell of the medicine would fill her nose once she stopped, and she was afraid that she would never have the courage to drink it again.

However, even if she pinched her nose hard, the bitter medicinal smell quickly spread in her mouth. She put down the bowl and rushed out immediately, vomiting uncontrollably, but she couldn't vomit anything out and could only Waves of retching. Yang Anxin couldn't bear to see it, and hurriedly brought over the candies at home, quickly peeled one off and stuffed it into Ai Changhuan's mouth: "How is it? Is it better?"

Ai Changhuan waved her hands feebly. The candy in her mouth seemed to have turned bitter. She had no desire to eat it at all.

Mr. Yang said later: "There are two more bowls."

"Can't you drink again at night? She's already suffering so much..." Yang An couldn't bear it.

"Good medicine tastes bitter and is good for the disease. If you want to achieve your goals as soon as possible, you must grit your teeth and endure the bitterness. Otherwise, how can anything in the world be so cheap?"

Mr. Yang was right. If you want to get something, you must first give something. If you can't bear the pain, how can you gain something? So she must endure it. No matter how hard it is, she must drink all three bowls of medicine. .

After sipping some water, Ai Changhuan reached for the second bowl of medicine...

After finally drinking all three bowls of medicine, Ai Changhuan felt as if she had walked away from hell. She had never thought that there was such a bitter thing in the world, so painful that you want to spit out your tongue. , after drinking the medicine, she felt that every pore of her body was exuding a strong smell of medicine, even the ends of her hair had a bitter taste.

However, this was only the first day. There were still twenty-nine days like this, and she didn't know if she could hold on for that long.

Seeing her pale face, Yang Anxin felt very distressed. She secretly complained to Mr. Yang, saying that he made the medicine so bitter and it was just torture. Why couldn't he put some sugar and some honey to combine the taste.

Mr. Yang said that would destroy the properties of the medicine and drinking it would be useless. He also asked Ai Changhuan to come early the next morning because he wanted to take her to the mountains to collect herbs.

"Why?" Ai Changhuan asked feebly.

"It's still what I said before. The medicinal materials must be the freshest for the best effect. So you have to pick the medicine by yourself every day. When you come back, you can boil it and drink it. I will teach you about the medicinal herbs and how to use them. Cai, teach you how to boil it, so that even if I go back, you can make the medicine and drink it yourself."

What? Do you still have to pick and boil it yourself? Ai Changhuan felt that his life was even more miserable than that medicine.

Ai Changhuan is still fighting with his own thoughts, while Meng Er and Feng Jinghe are also fighting fiercely on the other side.

Meng Er was dubious about Mr. Yang's method, and was quite resistant to scraping his toes with porcelain pieces, so he regretted it after returning home and refused to do it. He only applied hot water on it, hoping to relieve the pain. .

Feng Jinghe was much more sensible than her. In his opinion, illness was more important than image, so he grabbed Meng You and wanted to shave her toes himself.

When he heard that Feng Jinghe was about to take action, Meng You was naturally frightened and ran away quickly. However, he was caught by Feng Jinghe before he could even take two or three steps. He picked him up by the waist and pressed him down on the sofa.

"Don't move." Feng Jinghe grabbed Meng You's foot with one hand and held up the sharp piece of porcelain with the other.

"You...let go..." Being grabbed by a man's feet like this, even the most arrogant Meng You would feel embarrassed.

"I'll let you go after shaving." Feng Jinghe refused to give in at all.

"I do not want……"

"Be obedient, don't make trouble..." Feng Jinghe's expression was very serious, and it didn't look like he was joking at all.

Knowing that he couldn't run away, Meng Er had no choice but to compromise: "Let go and I will do it myself."

Feng Jing accepted the letter and let her go. Meng Er jumped up, turned around and wanted to run again.

Feng Jing closed his eyes and quickly caught her back, pressing his arms on her shoulders, his whole body half hanging on her body: "You are actually cheating."

Meng Er fluttered under him: "No, I said I would do it by myself, but I didn't say when. How can this be considered a lie?"

"..." Feng Jinghe was speechless by her forceful reasoning, so he had to cruelly trap her hands, "You can't mess around with this matter, or you might really have to have your legs amputated."

Meng Er's face turned red all at once, because when Feng Jinghe was talking, hot breath sprayed on her face, and then she realized belatedly how ambiguous their postures were.

She bit her lip and said with evasive eyes: "Get out of the way and I'll do it myself. I promise that what I said this time is true and I didn't lie to you."

She said it very seriously, and Feng Jinghe almost believed it. He hesitated for a moment, but then said firmly: "No, I have to do it, otherwise you will regret it later."

"You..." Meng Er almost cried in anger.

But Feng Jinghe was very strong, and he lifted her up in a few moments and made her sit upright on the sofa. Then he sat next to her, lifted her injured leg, and put her down. On his own legs.

Meng You was startled and immediately wanted to pull his leg back, but Feng Jinghe held it down: "Don't move!"

Then he started to use the porcelain piece to scrape her toes. Because he was afraid of hurting her, he scraped very seriously. It didn't look like he was doing a trivial task, but like he was carving an exquisite jade article, meticulous and careful. .

Seeing Feng Jinghe's serious look, Meng Yi's face became redder and redder. God, why was he so serious? Wouldn't it be nice to just do it twice? Even if she came by herself, she only did a few things casually, but he was so serious that she couldn't help but feel stunned.

Feng Jinghe held Meng You's foot. At first, he was really serious about helping her heal the injury, but slowly, slowly, he began to become distracted, because he suddenly discovered that Meng You's toes were very beautiful. , each one is round and bright, like pink pearls. He doesn't understand why a person's feet can be so beautiful?

Could this be the jade feet mentioned in ancient books? It's so beautiful that people can't help but want to hold it in their hands and play with it carefully.

Both of their minds were elsewhere, and treating their injuries became unimportant.

If it hadn't been for holding her legs for too long, her calves began to feel numb. Meng You didn't know how long she would have stared at Feng Jinghe. She twitched her legs slightly and asked, "Are you okay?"

Feng Jinghe only came back to his senses at this time. He was stunned for a second, and then replied in a panic: "Oh, okay."

Meng You withdrew his feet from Feng Jinghe's arms. The two looked at each other for a moment, and then looked away at the same time, both slightly embarrassed.

Meng Er coughed awkwardly and said, "Thank you."

Feng Jinghe was also very uncomfortable and replied: "It's nothing."

Then there was a long silence that lasted until bedtime.

Because he climbed into Meng Ye's bed to sleep last night, Feng Jinghe took the initiative to suggest that he sleep on the floor this time, and also wrapped the quilt tightly to prevent him from doing anything else at night.

Meng Er was lying on the bed, looking at Feng Jinghe sleeping on the ground, and secretly cursed a fool in his heart.