If Fu Yanzhou knew that this was what Su Nanxing was thinking, he would probably be halfway to death with anger.
But he didn't know; he only heard Su Nanxing say this and felt elated inside, "If I live to a ripe old age, it will definitely be thanks to you."
"Treating the sick and injured is my duty," she replied.
Su Nanxing straightened up, walked to the end of the bed, and began to apply needles to the acupoints on his feet.
No matter how much she called him meddlesome, Fu Yanzhou still wanted to continue applying medicine to Lu Beiyuan's eyes, "Anyway, Lu Beiyuan is no good thing. Could you at least keep your guard up?"
Su Nanxing didn't expect him to circle back to that topic.
With a noncommittal hum, her tone obviously indicated she didn't want to talk about it further.
Fu Yanzhou felt anxious inside, but seeing her like this, he knew he shouldn't rush her.
He asked, "With the cooperation I'm giving, can I stand up sooner than predicted?"
