She's a real daughter and she's telling people's fortunes again

"Miss Song, what's going on?"

Chen Pingan frowned slightly and asked worriedly.

"It's okay, Mr. Chen, don't worry."

"This is a side effect of the Qingluan Sect's secret method."

In order not to worry Chen Ping'an, Song Chufeng forced out a smile and said with a very weak breath.

After hearing this, although Chen Pingan did not reply, he grabbed Song Chufeng's wrist very forcefully and helped her diagnose her pulse.

When he felt Song Chufeng's pulse, he frowned.

Because Song Chufeng's body was very strange at this time. Not only was her body temperature extremely low, but her heartbeat was also very slow. Chen Pingan could even see the cold air exhaled when Song Chufeng breathed.

"Miss Song, let's go back right away."

"Your current situation is not good."

Although Chen Ping'an didn't know what kind of secret technique Song Chufeng used, he could tell that this secret technique had great side effects.

Therefore, under this situation, the best choice is to take Song Chufeng back to recuperate as soon as possible.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Chen, can you give me another 5 minutes?"

"I'm afraid I won't be able to walk now."

Song Chufeng looked up, and a guilty smile appeared on her slightly pale and weak face.

Chen Pingan frowned slightly when he heard this, thinking that this girl is actually afraid of trouble others now. She is really a sensible and stubborn girl.

"Miss Song, I'm offended."

As a top doctor in the world, Chen Pingan knows better than anyone that if Song Chufeng is given another 5 minutes, let alone 50 minutes, she will not be able to regain her strength.

Moreover, the longer Song Chufeng was delayed here, the more painful Song Chufeng would be. This could be seen from Song Chufeng's frowning brows.

In order to prevent Song Chufeng from enduring the pain, Chen Ping'an, after apologizing first, took the initiative to pick up the veil that fell from Song Chufeng's feet, and then pulled off Song Chufeng's cuffs.

Chen Pingan's move was so sudden that it really startled Song Chufeng, but before she could say anything, she saw Chen Pingan using her cuffs and veil to tie up the old man behind her.

Then he picked up Song Chufeng without any explanation.

"Miss Song's injury is not suitable for recuperation here. Let's talk about it when we go back."

Chen Ping'an hugged Song Chufeng tightly and walked out of the dense forest as he spoke.

This was the first time that Song Chufeng was held by a man, or by a princess. She was very nervous and said nothing. Instead, she buried her head in her chest to cover up her red cheeks.

If Song Chufeng's body temperature hadn't plummeted due to the side effects of using the secret technique and she was constantly exuding cold air, her face would have been extremely hot right now.

Chen Ping'an didn't notice Song Chufeng, but silently endured the biting cold on Song Chufeng's body, and left with Song Chufeng in his arms.

Unknowingly, Song Chufeng felt very tired, and at the same time, her originally cold body was also wrapped in a warm current.

This feeling made her very comfortable, and even helped her relieve a lot of pain, so a sudden feeling of sleepiness came over her. Unknowingly, Song Chufeng felt her eyelids become heavy, and then she slowly fell asleep.

Chen Ping'an's steps were steady, his breath was even, and his body was warm.

Therefore, this was the most comfortable sleep Song Chufeng had ever had.

Even when Chen Ping'an had brought him and the old man back to Nangong Qingyu's village, she was still sleeping soundly.

Outside the dilapidated and barren yard.

The little girl Nangong Qingyu always stayed here, staring into the distance with a worried and uneasy look.

The little monk who had been by her side seemed much calmer.

"Brother, come back..."

Suddenly, a determined figure appeared in the little girl's sight.

But before the little girl could finish her words, Chen Pingan quickly stopped her. While making a silencing gesture, he pointed at the old man behind him and Song Chufeng in his arms.

"Donor Chen, please send the two of you in."

Seeing this, the young monk took the initiative to speak.

Chen Pingan nodded, and under the leadership of the young monk, he put the old man back into the room, and then sent Song Chufeng to another room.

After confirming that Song Chufeng's physical strength was gradually recovering, her body temperature was gradually increasing, and there was no danger, Chen Pingan returned to the old man's room.

By diagnosing the pulse, Chen Pingan found that although the old man was injured and fell into a coma, his life was not in danger, so he once again took out a pill that helped the old man nourish his body and gave it to him.

"Little girl, take good care of your grandma and don't overwork her during this time."

"After resting for about half a month, your grandma will be back to her original state."

Chen Pingan turned his head and looked at the little girl who was always guarding her grandma's bedside with a worried face and tearful eyes. He put his hand on the little girl's head and whispered comfort.