Marrying Salted Fish

09

Lu Wancheng thought of how Lin Qingyu had studied with his mentor for many years, and said, "You are right." Then he smiled again, "But even if he is boring, I still think..."

Before he could finish his words, a violent collision sound suddenly came from the study. Everyone pushed the door open and saw Lin Qingyu leaning against the bookshelf, with several medical books scattered around him and a fallen wooden stool.

Huan Tong asked anxiously, "Master, are you okay?"

Lin Qingyu said calmly: "Nothing happened. I just accidentally stepped on empty space when putting the book down." He saw so many people gathered at the door, and his expression was quite uncomfortable. "You have nothing to do?"

Lu Wancheng held his arm and said with a smile: "Don't be shy, a beautiful woman is still beautiful even when she falls."

"I didn't fall, I just sprained it." Lin Qingyu groaned as the sharp pain came, "Help me to the bedroom, there are medicines there."

"How can you walk like this?" Lu Wancheng said, "I'll carry you."

Lin Qingyu was surprised: "You..."

What happened to Lu Wancheng? Did he suddenly lose control of his weak body?

Lu Wancheng's hand slid to his waist and picked him up by the waist.

With this hug, Lu Wancheng's face changed slightly, his body swayed violently, and he almost fell down with the person in his arms. Fortunately, Huantong was there to steady him.

Lin Qingyu's face turned pale with pain: "I beg you, please don't torment me."

Lu Wancheng has never been so uneasy as he is now: "I'm not..."

"Let me do it, young marquis! I'm very strong!"

Lu Wancheng watched Huantong easily carry Lin Qingyu on his back and quickly run to the bedroom. He suddenly laughed and said, "Damn it."

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Chapter 8

Huan Tong carried Lin Qingyu into the house and laid him on the couch. Lin Qingyu asked him to take out the medical kit from the cabinet and find medicine for sprains and bruises. Hua Lu saw Lin Qingyu sweating from the pain and asked worriedly, "Should we find a doctor to see Shaojun?"

Huan Tong took off Lin Qingyu's shoes and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? My young master is the best doctor."

Lin Qingyu poured the medicine into his palm and rubbed the sprained part. The light fragrance of medicine spread in the bedroom.

Hualu said, "Shaojun, can I help you massage? I can give people massages."

"No need." Lin Qingyu endured the pain, "Go get a basin of well water and soak the towel in it. I'll need to apply cold compress for half an hour after using the medicine."

Lin Qingyu rubbed the wound and suddenly felt that the room was too quiet - where was the person who talked the most?

Lin Qingyu raised his head and saw Lu Wancheng sitting at the table with a gloomy face and an unhappy look.

Thinking of how Lu Wancheng almost fell just now, Lin Qingyu asked him, "Are you hurt?"

Lu Wancheng shook his head and asked, "Are you okay with your injury?"

"It's not a big problem. You will be fully recovered after three days of rest."

Lu Wancheng smiled and said, "That's good."