The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Nan Jiaojiao suddenly felt goosebumps all over her body.

She was standing in the blind spot outside the guest room and was planning to go around it. She wasn't even visible, so why did he just call her name?

"What are you doing!"

Bo Qingshan jumped out. He didn't go in. He just stood at the door with his hands on his hips, "Why are you calling me Sister Jiaojiao? She's not a doctor!"

Song Yuan had no idea that Nan Jiaojiao knew Chinese medicine. She bit her lip and burst into tears. "I'm sorry, I was just so scared and wanted to find someone I knew. I didn't mean to do that. If you think I offended you... I'm sorry."

Although this half-sentence and half-hidden way of trying to gain sympathy was easily seen through, Nan Jiaojiao inexplicably felt like a scumbag, throwing a seriously ill person on the bed and not caring about him. She sighed, and despite the disapproval of Bo Yanqing and the old lady, she straightened her chest and said, "It's okay, I'll go take a look. Guests need to be taken care of."

Bo Yanqing didn't want her to go. The room hadn't been cleaned up yet, and there were debris all over the floor. He would feel bad if she got upset.

But he knew he couldn't stop her, so he waited until the servants inside had picked up all the broken glass and swept it away before he let go of her hand.

It was not convenient for him to go in, so Nan Jiaojiao put her hand on the back of his hand to reassure him. Bo Qingshan hesitated for a while. After all, he was just a child and would not take responsibility for what he saw as an adult. Nan Jiaojiao went in, and he followed closely behind her, with his back straight, like a warrior who was ready to roll up his sleeves and fight at any time.

"What's wrong?" Nan Jiaojiao stood two steps away, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"Jiaojiao..."

Song Yuan raised her hand, but Nan Jiaojiao didn't shake it. Instead, Bo Qingshan rushed over and held Song Yuan's hands with both hands. "Aunt Song, we are all listening to what you want to say." Song Yuan's mouth stiffened and her eyes jumped for a moment. She lay on her back, tears flowing from the corners of her eyes into her temples. "Jiaojiao, I didn't mean to cause trouble for everyone. Don't be angry. It's really because of me... My injury hurts too much, and I don't know who to talk to. You and I are close in age, so..."

Bo Qingshan said quickly: "No, you are three or four years older than my sister Jiaojiao? Auntie, you and sister Jiaojiao are not in the same generation gap, how can you be considered to be of similar age?"

Song Yuan's face flushed, and she felt so angry that her teeth itched. "I...I said the wrong thing. I just wanted to talk to Jiaojiao."

Nan Jiaojiao narrowed her eyes and looked at her for a while. To be cautious, she didn't get any closer. She asked Wu Ma to urge her, and the doctor came soon.

The old lady also followed in. Song Yuan looked outside the door. She knew Bo Yanqing was there, but she couldn't see him, so she felt disappointed. Then she looked at Nan Jiaojiao who was standing beside her indifferently, and she felt angry.

The doctor wanted to lift the quilt to check Song Yuan's injury, but she held the quilt tightly and said, "Qingshan is still here."

Bo Qingshan blinked, "Me? I want to go out?"

Song Yuan bit her lip and turned aside to speak.

He simply pretended not to understand, "No need, I'm just a child, and I'm also concerned about Aunt Song. Doctor, please hurry up, I see Aunt Song is crying in pain. If we delay any longer, do we have to call an ambulance?"

Nan Jiaojiao raised her lips. This boy was pretending to be stupid and dumb like a piece of barbecued pork. His eyebrows and nose showed that he was worried. It was obvious that he was just watching the fun and didn't mind making trouble. (End of this chapter)