"Ice, let's go to the Royal Freezer! Don't worry, little meaning. Let's have a bite to eat. Nan Zhiyun put the food box on the table and took out a soup cup and two delicate dim sum.

"Thank you, Sister Nan!" Feng Qianyan opened the soup cup, and it turned out to be porridge made of spiritual rice and chicken soup, which was fragrant and fragrant, and suddenly felt hungry.

"I made it myself, I tried it. Nan Zhiyun handed over the spoon.

"Well, it smells good. Feng poured his face and tasted it, his lips and teeth were fragrant, this spiritual rice was really different from ordinary rice.

"Eat more. Thank you for your hard work. Nan Zhiyun looked at the young man and her eyes were red.

"Sister Nan, don't worry, his life is big!" Feng Tianyan's heart relaxed a lot, looking at Nan Zhiyun's appearance, he couldn't help but adjust the atmosphere, "As the saying goes, good people don't live long, so why live for a thousand years!"

"Poof-" Nan Zhiyun was also amused, glanced at the wind with disgust, and said, "You, if he hears this, the end will be miserable!"

"Hehe, he owes me a life, I'm not afraid of him!" Feng Qian raised his chin proudly, lowered his head and continued to eat porridge.

Nan Zhiyun smiled helplessly, what a changeable little girl.

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After eating, Feng Qianyan checked the young man's pulse again.

"Miss, you go there to rest for a while, I'll keep an eye here. Ji Rufeng pointed to a small couch under the window and persuaded distressedly.

"It's okay, call me immediately if there is any situation, and pay attention to your temperature. Feng Tianyan was indeed a little tired, so he lay down on the couch to rest.

After sleeping in a daze for less than an hour, he was shouted by Ji Rufeng. Sure enough, as expected, the boy developed a high fever.

Feng Qianyan moistened the handkerchief with cold water and put it on his forehead, and chose a few silver needles. There was no thermometer, and from time to time Feng Qian Yan used the back of his hand to measure the temperature. The skin of the young man below the thin quilt was hot, and the high fever made the originally fair skin slightly red.

"Doctor Ji, his high fever can't go away for a while, why don't you go and rest. Feng Qian pointed to the empty room next door, and the small couch Ji Rufeng couldn't sleep.

"I didn't—"

"Go ahead, you need to take care of him later. Before Ji Rufeng could refuse, he was interrupted by the wind.

"Alright then, come and call me if you need anything. Ji Rufeng thought that this was indeed the case, so he no longer refused.

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"Good. Feng Qian Yan nodded.

"Don't! Don't—" Not long after Ji Rufeng left, the boy began to babble.

High fever, it's normal to talk nonsense, Feng Qiyan didn't take it seriously, and still changed it with cold water over the handkerchief from time to time.

"Ning'er-Ning'er-" Feng Qianyan was twisting the handkerchief, and then there was a low call from the young man, and he immediately stiffened.

Is Ning Er? Is it calling herself? Feng shook his head, no, no one in this world knew that his name was Feng Ning, which was the name of his previous life. Then who is this "Ning'er"? Heh, who is it is none of my business! What kind of heart is this!

Putting the veil on the young man's forehead, looking at his beautiful chin, thinking about Ping's shining starry eyes and slightly curved lips, Feng Qianyan suddenly had an urge to take off the mask, to see what kind of face it was, to have such beautiful eyes and chin.

"Finally wearing a mask, and changing your voice again, isn't it so ugly that you can't see people?" Feng Yanyan's little hand slowly stretched out to the edge of the mask, and at the moment when his fingers were about to touch the mask, a hot hand suddenly grabbed Feng Qiyan's wrist.

( Amazing Phoenix Ming: Supreme Miss )