Xue Luo understood her man.
How could Feng Xinglang not understand his woman?
He knew that the woman wanted him to recuperate in peace and return to the three of them as soon as possible.
Overall, the treatment over the past few days was not ideal.
Feng Xinglang took a deep breath and felt that he could not continue to be so "decadent". His wife and children were still waiting for him!
Whether it was Xing Ba or Cong Gang, if they really died, he could not let their lives be in vain.
"Bang … Ask the doctor to add more medicine! I want to go back and spend the weekend with my wife and children! "
Feng Xinglang looked at Yan Bang, his pale, handsome face solemnly.
"Add more? Can your heart take it? "
Yan Bang frowned. "I know you want to go back and reunite with your wife and children as soon as possible … but you can't ignore your own body! Your body is the capital of revolution! "
Yan Bang coaxed him. "Besides, Lin Xue Luo has already been discharged from the hospital. Your great days are right in front of you. Don't be so impatient!"
This time, Feng Xinglang did not refute Yan Bang. He only stared at him deeply.
"Bang, you've worked hard these days!"
Yan Bang was slightly stunned. Then, he grinned and snorted. "Lang, aren't you treating me like an outsider? Do you have to be so polite with me? I'm not used to hearing it! I still like it when you yell at me and shout at me from time to time! "
Yan Bang was really working hard. He served Feng Xinglang almost 24 hours a day and stayed by his side.
That pair of blood-red eyes and that coarse beard were proof of his hard work.
However, he enjoyed it!
Thinking that from now on, Feng Xinglang would only have Yan Bang as his backer, Yan Bang became even more excited.
"Despicable," Feng Xinglang muttered in a low voice.
"Oh right, there's an MRI examination in the morning. You should rest for a while first."
Yan Bang had just lowered the bed a little when he heard the report of his subordinate knocking on the door.
"Director Yan, He Tun is here. He said he wants to see his son. What do you think … "
"What? He Tun wants to see his son? "
Yan Bang snorted and asked while looking at Feng Xinglang on the bed to ask for his opinion.
"I don't want to see him! Bang, go out and chase him away! If he dares to act recklessly, call the police! "
Feng Xinglang closed his eyes, as if he did not want to say another word.
"Okay!" Yan Bang replied and walked out of the door.
This time, Hetun was quite polite. He actually calmly waited at the entrance of the corridor.
"He Tun, it's not that I want to stop you, but your son really doesn't want to see you! Please go back! "
On account that He Tun was Feng Xinglang's father, Yan Bang spoke quite politely. Most importantly, he did not want to disturb Feng Xinglang, who was recuperating.
"My godfather wants to go in. Do you think you can stop him?!" Xing Shier said.
He Tun only brought Xing Shier as his bodyguard. Not counting Xing Shiwu, who was slightly bigger in size, following behind them.
"Xing Shier, I know that you are skilled, but you don't have to show it to me today! Feng Xinglang suffered internal injuries, and his internal bleeding only stopped two days ago. If you forcefully barge in like this, you will only make Feng Xinglang spit out a few more mouthfuls of blood! "
Yan Bang tried to persuade him. "It's not easy for him to drink liquid food. Don't provoke him anymore. Let him recuperate!"
"I'm Ah Lang's father. I'm here to see my son. As an outsider, you don't have to stop me!"
It was obvious that He Tun still disliked Yan Bang.
"He Tun, why doesn't your son want to see you? Don't you have any self-awareness?"
Yan Bang sighed. "To tell you the truth, it was your son who told me to come out and chase you away! He also said that if you dare to do anything, I'll call the police! "
It was probably useless to call the police. No matter how powerful Xing Shier was, it would be difficult for his hands to fight against so many fists! Moreover, he still had to protect the weak He Tun.
"He Tun, you don't want to cause a ruckus and make it impossible for your son to recuperate, do you? Do you want to see your son spit out a few mouthfuls of blood before you're satisfied?! "Yan Bang tried to persuade and threaten He Tun.
"Godfather, can you let Number One in to see Father Feng … Uncle Feng?"
Xing Shiwu, who was behind him, volunteered. He knew that He Tun did not like people calling themselves' Xing Shiwu 'because that was how he called his grandson.
The clever little fellow then added, "I think Uncle Feng would like to see Number One."
The little fellow's suggestion was not bad. Not only would it resolve the confrontation, but it would also allow him to see his father as he wished.
In the little fellow's mind, he had spent more than half a month with Feng Xinglang and had already engraved it in his heart.
Moreover, Yan Bang could not refuse.
After pondering for a moment, He Tun nodded slightly. "Then you can go in and see Ah Lang on my behalf! He didn't treat you like his son for a few days in vain. "
"Yes, Godfather! Number One will go in now! "
Without waiting for Yan Bang's response, the little fellow bowed and nimbly bypassed Yan Bang, heading straight for the ward.
He lightly knocked on the door of the inner room twice. When he saw that there was no one else in the room, the little fellow mumbled weakly, "Daddy, Shiwu is here to see you? May I come in? "
"Shiwu?"
Feng Xinglang originally thought that He Tun would force his way into the ward, but after hearing Xing Shiwu's childish voice, he was pleasantly surprised.
"Come in quickly …"
The little fellow rushed over and immediately supported Feng Xinglang, who was about to get up. "Don't get up, your injured ribs need to lie down and rest."
"Shiwu, I'm very happy that you can come to see me."
Feng Xinglang stretched out an arm and held the little fellow in his arms. He asked gently, "How have you been recently?"
"Quite well. But in a few days, I'll be going back to the manor with Old Five. "
This was also an important reason why the little fellow volunteered to come in and see Feng Xinglang.
"Back to the manor?"
Thinking of the dark and hazy training ground, Feng Xinglang frowned slightly. "Don't go back, that kind of place is not suitable for you! Stay here and be my godson, okay? "
The little fellow's eyes suddenly revealed a look of surprise, but then he lowered his little head.
"Uncle Feng, I'm already very content to be your son for a few days …"
The little fellow's voice became hoarse. "Brother Nuonuo is a very good son, he loves you very much."
Xing Shiwu still remembered Feng Linnuo's warning to him: he was just an imposter! He would always be!
To be honest, at this moment, although Feng Xinglang wanted to keep Xing Shiwu as his godson, he was still somewhat helpless.
Not to mention that his own body was seriously injured and would not be able to recuperate in a short period of time; there was also his hurt and depressed son, Lin Nuo, and his wife's pregnant daughter … there were too many things waiting for him, Feng Xinglang!
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