Chapter 912: Feast? Funeral? Sounds good!

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When Nalanchu was allowed, he took a papa, opened it on his nose and mouth, tied a knot behind his head, and came forward to untie Diao Chan's clothes.
Diao Chan was very depressed, thinking about it, still couldn't help asking, "Why, do you think I have a strong taste?"
"Uh?" Nalanchu froze, then shook his head desperately, "No, no, Lord Diao Chan misunderstood, I ... I'm afraid of contaminating the cold to my adult, I can only cover my mouth and nose temporarily."
Diao Chan looked at Nalanchu's panicked eyes, but felt that those eyes were like frightened fawns, and couldn't help laughing.
"Sable ... Master Diao Chan, what are you laughing at?" Nalanchu panicked.
Diao Chan closed his eyes. "Nothing."
Seeing that Diao Chan did not laugh at him, Nalan Chu could only converge and began to examine carefully.
Diao Chan is an internal injury, he can't check the condition visually, and even if it is not internal injury, it is invisible. After all, he is wrapped in a thick bandage.
Diao Chan is famous for practicing light work, and his slender figure is not as strong as other martial arts practitioners, and his streamlined style is sophisticated.
Nalanchu first put his fingers on the lower edge of his collarbone. Here is the starting point of the pectoral muscles. Press gently. "Sir, does it hurt here?"
Diao Chan took a breath, when was he touched by a woman?
Women's hands are very different from men's hands, not so stiff and rough, soft and soft, and with an indescribable warmth.
When touched, Diao Chan feels that his body is as if it was an electric shock, and his muscles are tight all at once. "Uh ..." The muscle tension is bound to touch the wound.
"Does it hurt? It's my heavy hand, I'm sorry, Master Diao Chan." Nalanchu was anxious.
"..." How did Diao Chan explain? Could it be that you are nervous when touched by a woman? "No problem, come again."
In order to speed up the recovery, Diao Chan forced himself to calm down.
"Really ... OK?" Nalanchu hesitated.
"Yes," Diao Chan said firmly.
Seeing Diao Chan being so firm, Nalan Chu took a deep breath, changed his position, and pressed it lightly with his fingers. "What?"
Another burst of current.
"His ..." Because of the severe pain, Diao Chan took a hard breath and it hurt more than just now.
"Master Diao Chan, I ..."
"Again."
"..."
Nalanchu had no choice but to continue his temptation.
In this way, Nalanchu will press the skin near the wound from different positions, and Diao Chan already has a pale face and cold sweat.
Suddenly, there was an outside the door, saying that Dr. Nalan and Mr. Wang had arrived.
Nalanchu was startled, hurriedly closed Diao Chan's clothes, covered them with a quilt, and the man greeted him.
Dr. Nalan and Mr. Wang are very good looking. They want to come to discuss pleasure on the way. The young medical officer behind him is carrying a medicine chest.
"How is Master Diao Chan today?" Asked Dr. Nalan.
Nalanchu hesitated, wondering how to respond.
Seeing Nalan Chuhun's disobedience, Tai Naiyi immediately stepped forward, and when she saw Diao Chan's pale face, she was furious. "You filial daughter, kneel down for me."
Nalan Chuxi fell to his knees. "Father, please ask your daughter to explain, it's not ... it's not that the daughter hasn't taken good care of it, it's ..."
"What is it? Adult Diao Chan has high martial arts, strong body, and was seriously injured by you. Do n’t say, I had a high fever under your care last night, and I was sick under your care today. You ca n’t use snacks? Regardless of the identity of Lord Diao Chan, you also need to take into account your relationship. Are you willing to be a widow?
The doctor Nalan was really angry.
"Ahem." Wang Taiyi secretly dragged and dragged Nalan Doctor's sleeve. "Are people still alive, alive." Xiao Chan said.
The doctor Nalan found that she was silent and coughed awkwardly, and said gently, "Master Diao Chan? Are you awake?"
Diao Chan, who closed her eyes, slowly opened her eyes. "Not dead."
"..." For a while, the room was awkward.
"That ... it was just Xiaguan's words, Xiaguan really wasn't ... cursing Diao Chan, Master ..." Naran explained.
"Don't curse me, but curse your biological daughter?" Diao Chan snorted.
"... Not even."
"You listen, my Diao Chan is not so easy to die, and your daughter will not be widow, rest assured." Diao Chan's voice was cold, with anger hidden.
"Yes, Xiaguan remembered, Xiaguan never talked anymore." Doctor Nalan was scared with sweat.
"You all go out. From today, my official's illness is fully treated by Nalanchu." Diao Chan closed his eyes slowly.
"But ... but the little girl is not good at internal injuries." Dr. Nalan and Mr. Wang exchanged nervous glances.
"She is cured, and the officer is alive. If she fails to cure, she will be a widow."
"..."
Nalanchu has studied medicine for many years, but objectively speaking, no one cares about her medicine so much.
It is not that she does not have good medical skills, or that she does not have a patient, but as long as her patient knows that her father is a well-known Naran doctor, she is so happy that she no longer wants her to be diagnosed and wants to join her father.
Wang Tai doctor said, "Master Diao Chan has misunderstood. We are not distrustful of Nalan's medical skills, but she is young after all ..."
"Same thing, I don't like to say it a second time," Diao Chan said again, and then opened his eyes as if thinking of something, "Nalanchu, come here."
"Yes." Nalanchu quickly got up from the ground and came to the bed. "Master Diao Chan, the little girl is here."
"Are you sure about my injury?"
"..." Nalanchu was excited, "Yes! I am sure! If the adult Diao Chan has three longs and two shorts, my Nalanchu is willing to keep a lifetime for the adults, or ... or simply burial."
Diao Chan pulled the corner of his mouth and looked up at her.
I saw the woman's delicate cheeks full of seriousness, especially her deer-like eyes.
For a time, Diao Chan actually believed very much.
Feast? Funeral?
Sounds good!
Originally, he was a dark guard, and he saw more life and death. Don't say anything about festival burial. He only prayed that after death, someone could occasionally think of him.
Although the Dark Guard training camp is not like a dead corps, it is also begging for life on the tip of a knife. How many comrades around leave will be sad at first, and then they become numb. Later, they gradually forget the dead comrades and forget their voice. Smiles, even their names are blurred.
Whether Nalanchu will truly bury him for the festival, but at this moment, Diao Chan is very happy.
"Okay, you remember your promise," Diao Chan's lips twitched slightly. "Mr. Nalan, Ms. Wang, you listen well. In the future, my injuries will be treated by Nalan Chu. You don't need to come to the hospital too." "
"but……"
"No but," Diao Chan said, "you go out."
The two looked at each other and sighed together, "Yes, sir."
Naranchu sent them away.
Out of the door, Dr. Nalan Tai took a deep look at Nalanchu, and said softly, "Children, did you just blame your father?"