The licking dog is rebellious and firmly grasps the script of Bai Yueguang

Waiting for Fu Tinglan's Lincoln to drive into Fu's house.

When the doctor invited by the adjutant to treat Xie Yi's "illness" came out, Fu Tinglan raised his eyebrows. The adjutant immediately parked the car in front of the doctor and opened the rear window, revealing Fu Tinglan's handsome and smiling face.

"Doctor Wu, how is my mother?"

The man pretended to wipe the gun body casually, looked up at the person with a smile, "Look at your ugly face... Could it be that he is going to die?"

"Haha, of course not."

Doctor Wu kept wiping the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief. Seeing the man's smiling but extremely dangerous expression, he immediately told the truth about the diagnosed condition and did not dare to think too much about anything else.

"Fu... Mrs. Fu has a high fever, and her body is... limp. Her consciousness has not yet recovered. She must have been tired from the vigil last night."

Dr. Wu was choosing what to say, carefully looking at Fu Tinglan's face, and said cautiously, "Just now I gave him hot ginger water to sweat, and then applied ice cubes, and covered him with quilts to stop him from fussing. He will be fine in a day or two. ”

Hearing this, Fu Tinglan's frown relaxed slightly, and then she raised her eyebrows and looked at Dr. Wu.

"What do you mean by not making a fuss? Wouldn't it make you sweat faster by doing exercise?"

The smile on Fu Tinglan's lips was evil, like a living hell, "Dr. Wu, what do you think?"

Normally, Dr. Wu would definitely agree with him.

But at this moment, no matter how stupid he was, he still understood the meaning of Fu Tinglan's words.

He couldn't bear to recall the scene of diagnosing the young man just now. There was no good flesh on his body. When he was so burned, he could still hear a few cries for mercy from his lips. He thought he was bullied badly last night and... Not having a good time.

Even an old doctor like him can't stand it. Now this living king of hell is bullying him like this when he is sick. Even if he is afraid of death, he can't help but give some advice!

"Young Marshal Fu, this is not how this sport works."

After a long while, Dr. Wu took a deep breath, with integrity in his eyes, and said frankly: "I'm afraid it's hard for him to get out of bed now. He can only lie on the bed and cover himself with the quilt to dissipate heat. There is no other way."

"Oh, really?"

However, Fu Tinglan didn't take it seriously. He just raised his eyebrows and looked at Dr. Wu, "Why don't you give him antipyretics?"

"It's a medicine that's three parts poisonous. What's more, we don't dare to use this medicine casually now. It's more reliable to use local methods to reduce fever."

Seeing that the man seemed unwilling to give up, Dr. Wu added, "If you insist on exercising with him, it is very likely to aggravate Mrs. Fu's condition. The high fever can be high or low, and if you are not careful, you may become a fool." ”

"Fool?"

After hearing the last three words, Fu Tinglan's eyes brightened slightly, as if she had thought of something wonderful. She looked at Dr. Wu with a smile, "Thanks for letting me know. I'll see you at home someday."

After saying this, he glanced at the adjutant in the rearview mirror, who understood instantly.

After taking out a large stack of banknotes and saying a few nice words, Fu Tinglan smiled and waved to the person, sat on Lincoln and returned to Fu's house.

Suddenly, Dr. Wu was left shaking his head with pity.

Looking towards the backyard, an indescribable feeling of depression suddenly rose in my heart.

Forget it, it's all a matter of the Gaomen Courtyard, and it has little to do with him.

I just hope that poor celebrity Mr. Xie Yi can survive this high fever safely.

at the same time.

After Fu Tinglan got out of the car, before he could enter the inner courtyard, he saw a maid running out in a panic, almost hitting him.

He couldn't help but frown and stared at her.

"Which courtyard are you from? You are so reckless in the Fu Mansion?!"

The adjutant stepped forward to ask, and when he saw the little maid looking at him, he immediately became suspicious. When he wanted to ask again, Fu Tinglan raised his hand to stop her.

"I remember you were Tang Yu in the old lady's courtyard. You were so flustered... Could it be that she was in trouble?"

Hearing Fu Tinglan's careless voice, the little maid raised her eyes in horror, but shook her head repeatedly. When she saw the smile on Fu Tinglan's lips gradually becoming dangerous, she gritted her teeth.

"The old lady asked me to deliver medicine to her."

"It's just delivering medicine, is there any need to panic?"

Fu Tinglan smiled. When he heard Xie Yi's name, the look in his eyes gradually became sharp. He even loaded the well-maintained gun and said with a smile: "You know that this young marshal doesn't have a very good temper. If you don't To put it bluntly, there is one more ghost in this world who will never die in peace."

Upon hearing this, the little girl turned pale with fright and fell to her knees.

He kowtowed to him repeatedly and begged for mercy, his voice was panicked but full of tears.

"Tang Yu didn't want to do it either. It was just what the old lady asked the servant to do. She...she..."

"Tsk, just say what you want and fart if you want. Do you want to die early if you are hesitating?"

Fu Tinglan became impatient, frowned, and was about to put the gun against Xiaoya's head.

"The old lady asked me to poison her! It's none of my business!"

"Fu He, arrest her and lock her in the woodshed for now."

Fu Tinglan chuckled, raised an eyebrow and looked at the adjutant behind him, and then walked quickly towards Xie Yi's yard. The pace was so fast that it was not like the man said he didn't care.

The adjutant saw clearly and immediately ordered the people guarding the door to lock the girl up.

Then, he quickly followed Fu Tinglan and hurried there.

Fu Tinglan kicked open the courtyard door, strode into the house, and broke into Xie Yi's room regardless of the obstruction of the maids guarding Xie Yi.

"Uncle, uncle can't do it!"

The maid Yanliu ran forward crying, but was stopped by the adjutant, and Fu Tinglan closed the door again. Only Xie Yi, who was lying on the bed with a high fever and talking nonsense, and the man sitting beside the bed with an unclear expression were left in the room.

At this time, the adjutant asked Tang Yu directly.

When Yanliu heard this, his pupils immediately shrank, and he patted his chest as if by luck.

"Fortunately, Mr. Xie... Madam, he hasn't woken up yet. The soup the old lady sent was very hot, so I put the medicine bowl on the table and wanted to wait for Madam to wake up before feeding him."

The adjutant also breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that he didn't drink any medicine.

Fu Tinglan, who was in the room, saw the medicine bowl on the table at a glance, and a sarcastic smile escaped from his throat. He raised his hand and threw the medicine bowl to the ground, but the sound of the young man sobbing could be heard in his ears.

He frowned and turned back, looking at the beautiful young man whose face was red with fever.

"Don't...don't...I don't want..."

Xie Yi blushed and kept shaking his head, but tears were hanging from the corners of his eyes. He was obviously trapped in a nightmare, which suddenly made the man feel an indescribable pity.

He stroked the young man's flushed cheek with one hand, and his voice became softer unconsciously.

"Mother, if you would have been obedient, you wouldn't have had to suffer so much last night."

"...You, get out of here!"

Unexpectedly, Xie Yi slowly opened his eyes, raised his hand angrily and slapped him hard. The force was so strong that a red slap mark suddenly appeared on the man's face.

"Tsk, I really can't cry until I see the coffin."