Xing Shier's voice was very low. His words were slightly inarticulate.
"How is it, looks like your face is not as big as your father's face!"
It was better to make the little thing angry than to wipe his tears. If he knew the little fellow would cry like this, Feng Xinglang might really cancel this trip to Pater Castle.
"Feng Xinglang, you are too evil!" The little fellow cried out again.
"It was Xing Shier who said he only wanted to see me … What does it have to do with my father? Feng Linnuo, can you be any more unreasonable? My father is so innocent! "
Feng Xinglang glanced at his wife who was at the corridor and Xue Luo immediately caught up.
"Nuo Nuo, be good, follow mommy to see if your foster father is done with the transfusion."
Xue Luo hugged the noisy little thing.
Xing Shier finally opened the door with much difficulty and Xue Luo did not want her husband's hard work to go to waste.
"Feng Xinglang, don't be fierce to Old Shier! Otherwise mommy and I will ignore you! "
Lin Nuo, who was carried away by his mommy, was still worried and threatened.
When Feng Xinglang came in, Xing Shier was standing by the window. He should not be looking at the scenery outside the window because the thick curtains were tightly closed and almost no light could pass through.
"Close the door!"
Xing Shier said in a low voice. His thin figure in the loose pajamas looked a little empty.
Feng Xinglang then realized: Xing Shier was only a 20 + year old boy! But he had experienced so much suffering and torture!
Perhaps he really treated He Tun as his own father and was serving him! More like a son than a son!
Feng Xinglang did not ask anything and did not say anything. He walked over and gently hugged Xing Shier who was avoiding him.
This kind of silent action could really move people to death!
It was not like touching but more touching! It was so warm that it was unbearable!
Actually, Feng Xinglang did not like to be emotional. This kind of action was just an action of his experience.
When he was accompanying Feng Lixin who was burnt, most of the time he hugged Feng Lixin silently like this, letting him feel his love!
It was not just words of concern!
Xing Shier's body was trembling to the point that he couldn't control himself. He kept tilting his head, not letting Feng Xinglang see the left side of his face.
However, Feng Xinglang could sense that Xing Shier was probably crying. Like an insecure child.
In fact, the left side of Xing Shier's face was wrapped in gauze, so Feng Xinglang couldn't see his injury at all. But looking at the back of his head, the left side of his scalp should have been torn off.
"What a handsome young man … I'm afraid he's going to be disfigured this time!"
Feng Xinglang teased Xing Shier, but he didn't expect Xing Shier, who was in his arms, to cry even harder.
"I'm just kidding!"
Feng Xinglang patted Xing Shier's shoulder lightly. "My brother had such a large burn area, but he's recovering well now, isn't he?"
As he comforted Xing Shier, Feng Xinglang gently pulled over the left side of Xing Shier's face that he had been avoiding.
"Don't move, let me see your wound."
Other than the doctor, Feng Xinglang was the first person Xing Twelve had been honest with. He didn't know what kind of magic Feng Xinglang used to make Xing Shier trust him so much.
"Yes, although the area of your burn area isn't large, the wound is quite deep. If you want to treat it completely, it'll take three months at best, and half a year to a year at worst. I'll get Old Mo to contact the burn specialist at Massachusetts General Hospital tomorrow. The sooner you can treat it, the better! "
Feng Xinglang paused for a moment, then teased him with dry humor, "These days, there are too many superficial people, and there are too many people in the Appearance Association!"
Feng Xinglang's deep eyes didn't contain any sympathy, pity, mockery, or sarcasm, but it gave Xing Shier an inexplicable sense of power.
"Feng Xinglang, thank you …" Xing Shier murmured.
"I'll feel bad if you're so polite! My Nuo Nuo has been bothering you in Pate Castle for five whole years! He even said that if you hadn't stopped my bleeding and stitched my wound back then, I'm afraid I would have died a long time ago! "
His passionate emotions and dry humor went hand in hand. "I didn't expect the tables to turn, and it's my turn to help you, Xing Shier!"
"Feng Xinglang … You, you're really a good person!"
Xing Shier didn't resist Feng Xinglang anymore. He carefully examined his wound. Feng Xinglang should be very experienced, as he knew what kind of strength and movements to use to not hurt Xing Shier.
"Don't! These days, saying that a person is a good person is tantamount to cursing! "
Feng Xinglang snorted. "The last thing I want to be is a good person!"
Xing Shier's left lip curled up a little, which affected his speech. "Feng Xinglang, only you are worthy of being my foster father's biological son!"
Feng Xinglang was really angered by his words.
"That's if I want to!" Feng Xinglang's lips twitched coldly. "In fact, I feel that it's my shame!"
"… Then why did you come to see my foster father?"
Xing Shier seemed to have completely calmed down. This was because Feng Xinglang not only brought him hope, but also showed him great concern.
Actually, although Xing Shier was already in his twenties, perhaps because his social circle and social circle were too narrow, he was more like a big boy who hadn't grown up yet. He just needed to be coaxed.
"I can't help it. Otherwise, this little thing would keep messing with me day and night! All he does is talk about is' foster father 'and' Old Twelve '. It's so annoying! "
While Feng Xinglang found a way out of this embarrassing situation, he didn't forget to warm Xing Shier's heart.
"This kid … I really didn't dote on him for nothing!" Xing Shier said happily. "He still remembers me, Brother Twelve!"
After a short pause, Xing Shier asked nervously in a hoarse voice, "Can my face really recover to its original appearance?"
"Don't worry. Even if you become Avatar, there won't be a problem!"
Xing Shier was slightly stunned. "Avatar … Who is it?"
"…" Feng Xinglang's lips twitched slightly. This kid has become stupid after being locked up in Hetun! He's even so unfamiliar with normal social and entertainment life.
"I'll tell you another day!"
Feng Xinglang patted Xing Shier's right cheek, which was only slightly scratched. "I'll look for Old Mo later and ask him to send over some scar soothing gel and sore balm. They're all personally made by Old Mo with the help of a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner. They're especially effective in relieving burns! My brother still needs them! I'll apply some occasionally! "
The latter part of what he said was completely to comfort Xing Shier. So that he wouldn't be too uneasy and depressed.
"Feng Xinglang, thank you." Xing Shier was grateful from the bottom of his heart.
"If you really want to thank me, ask my Nuo Nuo to like you less!"
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