One child with two treasures: Mr. President, please be gentle

Nangong Si made an international gesture towards Shuofeng and closed his eyes.

Shufeng was helpless. If Nangong Si hadn't done so many things for him, he would not be willing to serve him!

Thinking of this, he snorted coldly, put down the cup, walked to the sofa and sat down, saying: "It's really hard to serve you, and I'm the only one who can serve you! If I find a caregiver for you, he will definitely be scared."

Nangong Si said nothing.

Nian Mu felt helpless listening to them quarreling like this.

"Si, you should have a good rest." Mu Shaoling put away his phone and walked to the bedside.

"Boss, I'm fine." Nangong Si was also depressed. How long had he been lying there? He had no sense of time.

"Boss, you should go back first if you have something to do. Shufeng won't let me die here anyway." Nangong Si said.

"Well, there are still some things to do in the company. Nian Mu and I will go back first. When you are able to do physical therapy, Nian Mu will help you. Don't worry, you will definitely recover to the same as before. Also, a sum of money has been transferred into your bank account, but it was not transferred by me." Mu Shaoling said.

Nangong Si was surprised, "You know, I was just joking."

"I know." Mu Shaoling nodded, knowing that Nangong Si was just joking when he mentioned money.

But the money was not given by him: "Marcos transferred it to you."

After Marcos knew that Nangong Si was shot, he insisted on transferring the money to Nangong Si and asked him for Nangong Si's account number.

He also had no power to refuse the money on behalf of Nangong Si, so he told Marcos Nangong Si's bank account number.

Marcos transferred money to Nangong Si.

When Nangong Si heard that it was Marcos who transferred the message to him, he understood what it meant.

The person who wants Manchester to go to jail the most now is not Mu Shaoling, but Marcos. He was shot this time, but he also ruined Ethan and Manchester's escape plan.

Marcos was grateful to him.

"Where's my cell phone?" Nangong Si asked. After the general anesthesia was over, he didn't want to do anything, not even look at his cell phone.

If Mu Shaoling hadn't said this, he wouldn't have bothered to look for his phone. He would have just wanted to squint his eyes to relieve the symptoms of anesthesia.

Mu Shaoling handed the phone on the bedside table to Nangong Si.

"Thank you." Nangong Si took the phone and tilted his head slightly, then he felt dizzy and a little like vomiting. He held the phone and closed his eyes. It took him a long time to recover, then he opened the app and took a look at his account balance.

Marcos was generous and directly transferred two million US dollars to him.

Nangong Si said: "That's quite generous."

"How much money was transferred?" Shuofeng was also curious.

Mu Shaoling looked at him and Qingyu and said, "You have it too."

"No way, we have it too?" Shuo Feng didn't believe it and picked up his phone to check his bank account. "Oh my god, two million US dollars."

This amount of money is nothing to Shuofeng and Qingyu. They follow Mu Shaoling and have more money in their accounts.

But they were just surprised that Marcos was so generous.

Mu Shaoling said, "Marcos said that everyone has helped him a lot during this period, and there is nothing he can repay you with, except this money, so you can just take it."

Nangong Si put his phone next to the pillow.

The bright light from the screen made him dizzy.

Nian Mu noticed his abnormality and whispered, "Mr. Nangong should be sensitive to the anesthetic. Do you feel dizzy?"

"Yeah." Nangong Si responded. That was exactly why he refused to have general anesthesia. His previous experience with general anesthesia told him that he would feel dizzy and uncomfortable for the whole day.

Nian Mu said to Mu Shaoling, "Go buy two lemons and put them next to your pillow, it will make you feel better."

"I'll go." After hearing her say that, Qingyu stood up and took the initiative to take the job.

She walked out of the ward and went to buy lemons for Nangong Si.

Nian Mu took out a pack of acupuncture needles from his bag.

She has now developed a habit of putting a few acupuncture needles in her bag when she goes out.

Because Abep could take action at any time, she placed a few needles to save her life no matter what happened.

Mu Shaoling and Shufeng were watching her movements.

Nian Mu explained to them: "I will give Mr. Nangong a few injections, and his symptoms will be much relieved."

"Yeah." Mu Shaoling took a step back and let her play.

Because it was a new needle, Nian Mu simply wiped it with an alcohol pad and quickly inserted the needle.

The needle she inserted didn't work, and Nangong Si closed his eyes without making any sound.

Nian Mu moved quickly and gave several injections.

As she inserted the needles one by one, Nangong Si felt much better.

Some of Nian Mu's needles landed on his arms, and some on his face. When the last needle landed, Nangong Si suddenly said, "The pain from the wound has also decreased a lot."

"Well, the acupuncture points I inserted have analgesic effects." Nian Mu nodded. Although Nangong Si could endure the pain, it was better for his body to suffer less.

As soon as she finished speaking, Xiao Sun walked in.

Seeing everyone gathered around the bed, she couldn't help but ask curiously, "What are you all doing standing next to the bed? Is the patient feeling unwell?"

"No." Shuofeng answered for Nangong Si. Not only was it not the case, but Nangong Si seemed to feel much more comfortable.

"Then you..." Xiao Sun walked to the bedside and saw that Nangong Si's face and arms were pierced with needles. He was surprised and asked, "What did you do to the patient?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed that Nian Mu was still holding a needle in her hand. She confirmed that she was the one who gave Nangong Si the acupuncture, so she frowned and asked, "What did you do to the patient? The most important thing for the patient now is to recover from his injuries. Why did you give him acupuncture randomly? Are you a doctor?"

Xiao Sun knew that those were the needles used for acupuncture.

But this is a hospital, and Nian Mu is not a doctor in the hospital, so how can he give injections to patients?

Nian Mu sensed Xiao Sun's aggressive tone and she frowned.

"It's my request." Nangong Si said.

Xiao Sun was startled again. "The doctor didn't give you any acupuncture procedures. How could you let someone give you acupuncture casually? What if the nerves are damaged?"

"I know my own body." Nangong Si felt much better and opened his eyes to look at Xiao Sun.

Seeing her expression, the experienced Nangong Si immediately understood that it was not a sin for Nian Mu to give him acupuncture, but it was a sin for her to stand with Mu Shaoling.

Sure enough, Shufeng was right, their boss is a popular figure.

Even though he didn't have this idea at all, this was the case now. The young nurse felt aggrieved because of his closeness with Nian Mu.

He glanced at the expression on Xiao Sun's face and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that this young nurse seemed quite hurt.

Nangong Si found it strange. Are all these women like this? They feel hurt even when nothing happened and think that the man has let her down. They look so aggrieved. Who are they showing this to?

Xiao Sun didn't expect Nangong Si to say this, and said even more aggrievedly: "You just had surgery, everything should be done according to the doctor's instructions."

"I feel it's very good, and my sister-in-law's medical skills are better than even the director of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department of your hospital. I am very grateful to my sister-in-law for giving me acupuncture. I, the client, didn't say anything. Miss nurse, why are you so anxious?" Nangong Si felt better and his voice became stronger.

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