Chapter 168 Little Friend Mu

Mu Beiting's face was livid, his thin lips were lightly pursed and he remained silent.

Seeing that he didn't cooperate at all, Su Xiangwan frowned: "Mu Beiting?"

Mu Beiting looked at her and remained silent.

Su Xiangwan refused to back down, and just looked at him like that, feeling that his face was getting uglier and uglier.

He held her little hand tighter and tighter.

Su Xiangwan was stunned, and couldn't help but conjecture: "Mu Beiting...Are you afraid of injections?"

Mu Beiting's face darkened: "Shut up!"

Su Xiangwan couldn't help but chuckle, hahahaha.

She really never thought that the rumored cold and domineering young master of the Mu family would be afraid of injections?

Rong Chen stood aside and said slowly: "Oh, I was afraid of injections, so let's change to physical therapy."

Mu Beiting glanced at him sullenly.

Very good, Rong Chen.

Let's settle this account slowly.

Rong Chen turned around and wrote some Chinese medicine on a piece of paper, folded it in half and handed it to Su Xiangwan: "Let someone catch it according to the prescription, and cook it three times a day after coming back."

Su Xiangwan nodded seriously, turned around and ran downstairs with the prescription in hand.

As soon as she left, Mu Beiting straightened up, his eyes were gloomy and cold, not as weak as before.

"Tsk tsk tsk, third brother, you are really ruthless. You play with a golden house!" Li Mubai raised his eyebrows, and his peach blossom eyes flashed.

Rong Chen pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Fifth, let's go."

Before walking to the door, Rong Chen paused slightly: "You don't need to thank me."

Mu Beiting's eyes sank, his face turned livid.

When Su Xiangwan returned upstairs, the two of them were leaving.

"That... Doctor Rong..."

"Just call me Rong Chen."

Su Xiangwan nodded: "How long will it take for him to recover?"

Rong Chen thought for a while: "It depends on the situation."

Then he added: "Fever is easy to recur, use white wine to wipe his palms and back, and use a little force."

Su Xiangwan nodded and took it down.

Li Mubai remained silent the whole time, with his hands in his trouser pockets, a half-smile.

Su Xiangwan turned his head slightly, meeting his gaze.

A pair of peach blossom eyes flickered, with a touch of frivolity, and more of an impenetrable indifference and confusion.

His eyes fell on Su Xiangwan, looking him up and down.

Su Xiangwan nodded slightly at him, feeling that this man was too dangerous.

Compared with Mu Beiting, he was less calm, but more sharp and domineering.

After the two of them looked at each other for a few seconds, Li Mubai suddenly smiled with his lips curled up, which was particularly provocative: "Little sister-in-law? Take good care of third brother."

Startled by this sudden address, Su Xiangwan's cheeks flushed slightly, not knowing how to answer.

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After Su Xiangwan returned to the room, Mu Beiting closed his eyes and leaned against the head of the bed, looking very weak.

Hearing footsteps, he raised his eyes slightly.

Seeing that she was holding a bottle of white wine and gauze in her hand, she frowned.

"You refused to get an injection, and Rong Chen said he would wipe your body to cool down."

Mu Beiting frowned, but after thinking about it, his brows relaxed again.

Su Xiangwan closed the door, sat by the bed and poured some wine.

Rolling up the sleeves of his pajamas, she vigorously wiped his palms.

That little plain white hand tightly grasped his big hand, and the nails were dyed a nice color, which made him inexplicably fond of it.

Mu Beiting's eyes were pale, and he just looked at her like that.

After wiping one hand, Su Xiangwan suddenly looked up at him, and couldn't help but smile: "Mu, I found that not only do you not like to sleep, but you are even afraid of injections?"

Mu Beiting's face froze.

With a soft snort, he turned his head and stopped talking awkwardly.