Lord Qin's little ancestor A exploded

433 chapter

On the second day, the butler really arranged a lot of biscuits for the old man.

Seeing the butler packed the bedside table to the brim, the old man was very satisfied with it.

He felt that this time, not to mention eating later, even if the housekeeper didn't deliver meals for a few meals, he wouldn't be hungry anymore.

However, just as he was lying on the bed with the biscuit in his arms, he heard footsteps outside the door.

He was so frightened that he quickly stuffed the biscuit under the pillow, and as soon as the quilt was covered, he immediately closed his eyes and pretended to be sick.

After a while, Jian Ci opened the door and walked in.

Looking at the ruddy face of the old man on the bed, she couldn't help but twitched the corner of her mouth.

The housekeeper who was arranging a secret snack store for his old man was shocked when he saw Jian Ci, and quickly hid the unhidden snacks behind him, then got up and called out respectfully: "Miss."

Jian Ci pretended not to see those snacks, and deliberately asked: "Uncle Zheng, how is my grandfather?"

The butler was a little guilty and stuttered, "Very...very good..."

Jian Ci went straight to the other side of the bed, "That's good, then you help me take off my grandfather's clothes, I'm going to give the old man an injection."

Then he took out the acupuncture box in his hand.

The butler didn't respond for a while, "Huh?"

After seeing the rows of silver needles glowing with cold light, he felt a shudder down his spine, and hurriedly said: "This is impossible, the old man is old, but he can't bear this."

But Jian Ci lowered his head, picked out one of the thickest and longest silver needles, and smiled a little, "It's okay, I have a sense of proportion."

housekeeper:"……"

Is there a sense of proportion?

After this injection, the old man can jump up from the bed on the spot!

At the moment, he couldn't care less about being guilty, and hurriedly threw away the snacks, stepped forward to stand in front of the old man, and faintly hinted: "Miss, why don't you think about it."

However, Jian Ci casually raised his eyebrows, "Are you willing to just watch him lie there?"

housekeeper:"……"

Of course he didn't want to.

But the problem is, the old man doesn't want to wake up.

Jian Ci forced the old man to "sober up" in this way, what if it was self-defeating.

Just when he was struggling, he heard Jian Ci whispering: "If you don't wake up again, you will really not be able to sleep at all in the future, and you will have bedsores at that time."

The housekeeper was afraid that he would really mess it up, so he quickly promised, "No, I will wipe and turn the old man frequently so that he won't get bedsores."

Jian Ci said again: "But if you lie down all the time, your limbs will degenerate, and your muscles will also atrophy."

The butler immediately said, "I can massage."

However, Jian Ci was too lazy to listen, "Uncle Zheng, don't delay, if my injection wakes up Grandpa, you won't need to rub his body and massage him afterwards."

After speaking, he gently moved the housekeeper aside, and then began to stand on the edge of the bed, and began to sterilize the silver needles.

Her slow look seemed very serious, but it became very tormenting and tormenting the old man on the bed.

As time passed bit by bit, his heartstrings were always tense.

No idea when the needle will fall off.

So much so that his body tensed up unconsciously.

He looked very nervous.

And scared.