The Boss Wears a Book To a Woman Chapter 86

Nan Jun raised his hand to support his swollen head, and shook his head slightly.

Xu Shi hurt her head when she fell, and she couldn't remember anything except the kung fu all over her body and her name.

Qiao Yun hurriedly put down the medical book in his hand, came to Nan Jun's side, put his hand towards her wrist, and frowned involuntarily.

"Don't worry, take a few more days of medicine to detoxify, and you will be able to see."

I don't know whether it's regret or happiness, Qiao Yun only knows that he is very conflicted in his heart now.

He wanted her to quickly recover her memory and recognize him, knowing that he saved her, then she should like him a little bit too!

Qiao Yun was also afraid that she would remember him, because of her uncle, she seemed to dislike the Qiao family very much.

Just staring at the man's face like this, Qiao Yun suddenly had an idea.

If she can never remember, he will accompany her to die here, isn't it good?

"Young Master, please take care."

Nan Jun's body is already able to move. Presumably this man has taken care of him for a long time, and when she recovers, she must thank him well.

Before Qiao Yun could speak again, there was a hasty knock on the door.

"Young Master Lianqing, my husband is about to give birth, please go over and have a look!"

A woman panted hurriedly. At this moment, she no longer cared about many etiquettes, and only thought about her husband blindly.

"Sister Liu, don't worry, I'll follow you after I get the medicine box."

Qiao Yun came in and picked up the medicine box, and didn't care about saying a word to Nan Jun, so she followed Sister Liu to her house.

Because Qiao Yun's master lived in the mountains not far away, Qiao Yun often visited him, so he bought a small yard in Liujia Village for himself to rest.

And because the people in Liujia Village had been favored by Qiao Yun, they always sent some of their own food and vegetables and eggs over. Qiao Yun became a little doctor respected by everyone in this village.

He didn't want to pick up the injured and unconscious Nan Jie at the foot of the nearby mountain that day, so he brought her here.

As the son of everyone, Qiao Yun couldn't hide his aura, but no one had ever asked Qiao Yun's identity, all he knew was that Dr. Lianqing would come to Liujia Village every summer and autumn to live there.

"Lianqing? Lianqing..." Nan Jun savored the man's name carefully, but the name was too sad and did not resemble the firmness shown in the man's words at all.

But often people who are strong on the outside will suffer more on the inside, right?

Nan Jun shook his head lightly, feeling that he shouldn't judge the life of his son just because of his name.

Nan Jun felt his own pulse, paused for a moment, and frowned slightly.

His right hand suddenly stretched out, and he saw black blood start to protrude from the middle finger, although Nan Jun couldn't see it, he could hear the sound of ticking.

If the toxins in the body can be excreted faster, the injury can heal faster.

Nan Jun is also really embarrassed to bother the young master, after all, I am afraid that he will take care of him during the time he is lying here.

It wasn't until the dripping blood turned red that Nan Jun withdrew his hand.

Gently pressing the wound with his thumb, Nan Jun didn't respond to it, but his pale face showed the master's weakness at this time.

Leaning against the head of the bed, Nan Jun suddenly closed his eyes.

A group of people in palace costumes appeared in the dream, they saluted her and called her the Eighth Highness.

Some memories that I don't know if it's my own flooded into Nan Jun's mind, Nan Jun frowned, and let the scenes flash before his eyes.

Whether it was a dream or the memory of the body itself, Nan Jun couldn't tell.

But when she woke up again, Qiao Yun had already sat beside her, and a bowl of steaming medicine was being held in that person's hand.

Although Nan Jun couldn't see clearly, he could still smell the bitterness of the medicine.

"Are you vomiting blood again?"

Qiao Yun's voice was a little anxious, if she knew that she would vomit blood, she wouldn't leave her even if she said anything just now.

"It's just poisonous blood."

Nan Jun smiled nonchalantly.

Qiao Yun cast a disapproving glance at Nan Jun, "You've lost a lot of blood these days, and you can't shed any blood."

It's not like he can't see the black puddle, so why should she say it?

Hearing the displeasure in his tone, Nan Jun kept silent.

He fumbled to pick up the medicine bowl in Qiao Yun's hand, but was dodged by that person.

"Your eyes are inconvenient, let me feed you."

Although the medicine was bitter, Nan Jun never wasted a drop.

She knows all the medicinal materials inside, many of which are rare treasures.

In order to save him, the child also spent all his money.

Although the dream was not very clear, if she was really a member of the royal family, then she would definitely return these medicinal materials several times in the future.

"Lianqing..."

Qiao Yun's heart skipped a beat, and the bowl she was holding almost fell to the ground when she said "Lian Qing".

Since her father passed away, she didn't even want to say a word when she saw him. Even if she had to say it, she would call him by his full name directly. She hadn't called him like this for many years.

Unwilling to reveal his identity, Qiao Yun only calls himself Lianqing in Liujia Village, but few people outside know that this is his boudoir name.

Qiao Yun's face turned red, and her eye sockets became hot as well. She tightened the bowl in her hand, and replied uncomfortably, "Huh?"

"Thank you…"

"No...no need."

As if afraid that others would see what was on his mind, Qiao Yun escaped out of the wooden house.

Nan Jun suddenly laughed out loud, and felt that his mood also improved a lot.

Everything is fate, if you really can't remember it, then don't think about it!

Everything will be fine...

From then on, Qiao Yun cooked medicine for her every day, and even found time to help Nan Jun out for a walk.

Nan Jun is not a talkative person, especially when facing a young master.

And Qiao Yun didn't dare to speak too much, for fear of offending Nan Min by talking too much, the two of them seldom communicated when they were together.

But for some reason, even though they didn't speak, the two stood together with a rare tacit understanding.

Maybe it's because of his meticulous care, maybe it's because of her rare gentleness, maybe it's because of the scent of medicine that permeates between the two of them every day...

Qiao Yun thought, in the past eighteen years, he has never been so happy as this time.

Sometimes Qiao Yun would sit by the side and pick up herbs when he helped Nan Jun to the recliner in the yard, but when he was picking up, he couldn't help but stare at her face in a daze.

It wasn't until noon that day when someone from Beijing came and handed a letter to Qiao Yun that Qiao Yun was reluctant to take a look at Nan Jun who was taking a nap, and left in a hurry.

In another three days, the gauze on her eyes will be removed.

He thought about how to face her countless times, but he didn't think that God would never give him this chance.

Grandfather was seriously ill, and as the grandson of the Qiao family, he had to hurry back.

Just worried about Nanjun, Qiao Yun gave his waist badge to the person in Qiao's mansion before he got on the horse, and after a few hasty confessions, he asked her to go to the mountains to find a master for help.

Chapter end

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