The Emperor's Young Master has turned black again

Chapter 1247 Distressed, Gentle

Feng Sufei leaned against the wall with her eyes closed, and sat on the ground like that, her feet were swollen.

After the banquet, Nanrong Huai'an was a little worried about Feng Sufei and wanted to come up to have a look.

But he knocked on the door, and there was no response.

He asked the servant, and the servant said with certainty: "Young master, this subordinate personally sent young mistress to the house, and this subordinate has never seen young mistress come out, but..."

Nanrong Huaian frowned, "But what?"

"But my subordinates looked at the young mistress, who seemed very tired. She refused to let the subordinates take care of her, saying that she wanted to be alone."

When Nanrong Huai'an heard this, his expression changed.

He remembered that when he came out of the attic, the guard said the same thing.

If she is really uncomfortable, how can she participate in the banquet that has been hosted for so long.

Nanrong Huai'an felt rippling in his heart when he thought of Feng Sufei's strength and her usual strong appearance.

"I see, you go down first."

"Yes!"

Nanrong Huai'an knocked on the door again, but there was no response at all, not even a sound.

Nanrong Huai'an's expression changed slightly, he was a little worried, he pressed the combination lock and opened the door.

When he pushed the chair in and saw Feng Sufei's appearance, his expression changed.

Especially Feng Sufei's feet made Nanrong Huai'an's face unable to keep calm anymore.

A gloomy light flashed in Nanrong Huai'an's eyes, he couldn't imagine how Feng Sufei supported herself, endured the pain in her feet, and after attending the banquet, everyone couldn't see the clue.

Nanrong Huai'an didn't know why, but a wave of anger welled up in his heart.

After a while, he sighed in his heart, "Silly girl, you are really strong!"

At this moment, Nanrong Huai'an's heart softened.

Through the words of the guard and the servants, he finally understood one thing, that is, Feng Sufei might have injured her foot when she left the attic.

It's past nine o'clock in the evening now.

After such a long time, Nanrong Huai'an took a deep breath while watching.

No one noticed, Nanrong Huai'an slowly got down from the chair, picked up Feng Sufei and put her on the bed.

Nanrong Huai'an's legs are actually unable to get off the chair and support the weight during the treatment stage.

But at this moment, he didn't care about that, he just sighed and whispered in Feng Sufei's ear: "It really makes people feel distressed."

The moment Nanrong Huai'an put Feng Sufei away, sweat broke out on his forehead.

Apparently, he stood up and used a lot of strength to support Feng Sufei from the ground to the bed by using his legs that were not in good shape to support the weight.

The doctor explained that Nanrong Huai'an must not be able to support the weight at the critical time of treatment.

But at this time, when looking at Feng Sufei's feet and her tired eyes, Nan Rong Huai'an couldn't care less.

Seeing that Feng Sufei didn't wake up, Nanrong Huai'an was also reluctant to wake her up.

He called his servants and his personal doctor, and brought him the best medicine.

He gently applied medicine to Feng Sufei and massaged.

All the movements are so gentle, without the hands of others, let alone the doctor.

He asked the doctor to feel the pulse of Feng Sufei's traditional Chinese medicine, and he was sure that there was nothing wrong, but it was just excessive worry and exhaustion.

Nanrong Huai'an frowned tightly, he was really worried that Feng Sufei would fall asleep like this again, and he didn't know when he would wake up.

Nanrong Huai'an arranged for people to make hangover soup.

Nanrong Huai'an softly whispered in Feng Sufei's ear: "Sufei, wake up, wake up, drink this, you can sleep well."

Otherwise, Feng Sufei couldn't sleep well, just look at her frowning.

(End of this chapter)