Uncle Feng is a good friend of the master, formerly known as Feng Rang, and he is also a doctor, but unlike Qu Qingyan's all-round surgeon, Uncle Feng is all about cell and chromosome research.

Uncle Feng is here today.

The master was also in a wheelchair.

Lin Shuo instantly realized that something was wrong.

He hurriedly walked in, "Master, what's the matter with your feet, wasn't it okay yesterday?"

Chen Xiu saw the worry in her eyes, and his expression skipped a few gentleness, "It's nothing, just rest for a few days." ”

"It's nothing, they're all in wheelchairs!" Lin Shuo furrowed his brows.

He simply asked Feng Rang: "Uncle Feng, what happened to my master? Yesterday he went to the field to plant rice! Why is he in a wheelchair today?"

Feng Rangsheng is young, and he looks like a rare beautiful man.

When Lin Shuo was a child, he often saw Uncle Feng coming to the master for tea.

It should be regarded as one of the few friends of the master.

Feng Rang smiled faintly, similar to the master's temperament, the difference was that he might be a little more kind and kind.

The master is actually a little cold in nature, indifferent to the world, and he doesn't have any deep feelings for people.

"It's nothing, it's just that the old disease has recurred, don't worry too much, Xiao Shuo. However, Xiao Shuo said that I haven't seen you for many years, and now it's more and more moving. ”

Lin Shuo is no longer in the mood to say hello first.

My mind is full of the master's legs.

"Old disease?" Lin Shuo's brows tightened, "What old disease?"

Feng Rang looked at Chen Xiu, and then at Lin Shuo, as if asking if he could say it.

"Uncle Feng, don't look at my master, you don't know my master, he won't let you talk about it, you tell me directly. ”

Feng Rang sighed helplessly, "Ah Chen, can I speak?"

Chen Xiu's expression was still indifferent, even if he was in a wheelchair, it couldn't affect his dusty temperament at all.

There is even a little more faint coldness.

"It's nothing, it's just some rheumatism-like disease, a small problem, and you'll be fine after a few days of rest. Chen Xiu said, and then asked her, "You just came in a hurry, is there something wrong with looking for me?"

Lin Shuo: "......"

She's embarrassed to say it now.

She was meant to say goodbye.

It's good now.

The master is in a wheelchair.

She's going now?

That's really unconscionable to the extreme.

What's more, she disappeared for so long, and the master didn't scold her for a word.

And let her clean up the room.

also helped her raise the big white cat and Xiaomei and Xiaoli so well.

Lin Shuo felt that he would leave ruthlessly now.

The moral condemnation of the heart, about eighteen sharp knives and forks in the heart, is so uncomfortable.

She could only bite the bullet and make an excuse casually.

"No, master, I'm just here to ask you, what do you want to eat at noon, since Uncle Feng is also here, then I'll go to the backyard to see what vegetables can be picked, I'll go now." ”

"Okay, be careful not to fall. A tenderness flashed in Chen Xiu's eyes.

Lin Shuo bowed to Feng Rang, "Please trouble Uncle Feng to help me take care of the master first, I'll go first." ”

"It's fine. Feng Rang said with a smile.

Lin Shuo went out with the big white cat again.

Until the young man's figure faded away.

Feng Rangcai said helplessly, "If you keep her like this, it's not a long-term solution, Xiao Shuo is so smart, she will find out sooner or later." ”