Chapter 1323: Distressed, gentle

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Feng Sufei leaned against the wall with her eyes closed, sitting on the ground like that, her feet swollen.
After the banquet, Nan Rong Huai'an was a little uneasy and wanted to come and take a look.
But he knocked on the door and did not respond.
He asked the maid, and the maid was very sure: "Young master, the subordinates personally delivered the young grandma to the house. The subordinates have not seen the young grandma come out, but ..."
Nan Rong Huaian frowned, "But what?"
"But the subordinate looks at Grandma as if she is very tired. She does not let her subordinate take care of her and says she wants to be alone."
Nan Rong Huaian heard this sentence, his expression moved.
He remembered the guard saying the same when he came out of the attic.
If she is really uncomfortable, how can she attend a banquet that has been hosted for so long.
Nan Rong Huai'an thought of Feng Sufei's strength, thought of her usual strength, and her heart rippled.
"I see, you go down first."
"Yes!"
Nan Rong Huai An knocked on the door again, but there was no response at all, not even a sound.
Nan Rong Huai'an looked slightly changed, and he felt uneasy. Pressing the combination lock opened the door.
When he pushed in the chair and saw Feng Sufei's look, his face changed.
Especially Feng Sufei's feet, Nan Rong Huaian's complexion could no longer remain calm.
Nan Rong Huaian's eyes flashed a gloomy gloom. He couldn't imagine how Feng Sufei supported herself, endured foot pain, and attended the banquet, so that everyone could not see the clue.
Nan Rong Huai'an didn't know why, and a anger came from his heart.
After a long while, he sighed in his heart, "Stupid girl, really powerful!"
At this moment, Nan Rong Huai An's heart became soft.
He finally understood one thing through the words of the doorman and the words of the servant, that was when Feng Sufei might leave the attic, her foot was injured.
It's over nine in the evening now.
For so long, Nan Rong Huai An looked at his heart and took a breath.
No one noticed that Nan Rong Huai An slowly got out of the chair and forced Feng Sufei to put it on the bed.
Nan Rong Huaian's legs can't come down from the chair to support the weight during the treatment stage.
But at this moment, he didn't care about those, just sighed in Feng Sufei's ears, "It really makes people feel bad."
The moment Nan Rong Huai An put Feng Su Fei in place, he sweated heavily on his forehead.
Obviously, he stood up, using the unfit legs to support the weight, and carried Feng Sufei from the ground to the bed with great effort.
Doctors have explained that Nan Rong Huai'an cannot support weight at the moment when treatment is critical.
But at this time when looking at Feng Sufei's feet and looking at her tired eyebrows, Nan Rong Huai An couldn't take care of that much.
Watching Feng Sufei didn't wake up, Nan Rong Huaian couldn't bear to wake her up.
He called his servants and personal doctors and got the best medicine.
He gently rubbed Feng Sufei and massaged.
All the movements were so gentle, they didn't fake the hands of others, let alone the doctors.
He asked the doctor to give Feng Sufei the pulse of TCM, and he was sure there was nothing wrong with it. He was just overly worried and exhausted.
Nan Rong Huai'an frowned tightly. He was really worried that Feng Sufei had slept like this again, and didn't know when he would wake up.
Nanrong Huaian also arranged for people to make a sober soup.
Nan Rong Huaian gently said in Feng Sufei's ear: "Su Fei, wake up, wake up, drink this, and you can sleep well."
Otherwise, Feng Sufei can't sleep well, just see her frowning.