Chapter 728: Chapter 724: Feeding Porridge
After talking for a while, Mo Xiaoyan stopped disturbing Ye Fan and let him rest quietly.
She walked to the living room and asked Shen Biancheng, who was still sitting there, how to take care of Ye Fan.
Shen Biancheng found it a bit strange that Mo Xiaoyan had come from domestic China to take care of Ye Fan. Shouldn’t it be Lu Xiaoman? Why was it Mo Xiaoyan instead? Did I mishear the name just now?
Although he was a little confused, Shen Biancheng, with his extensive experience, didn’t ask further.
Regarding Mo Xiaoyan’s question, he glanced at Lin Yuehua, who was sitting beside him, before saying, “Mainly you need to change his ointment. Change it every half day. Before changing it, you must first wash off the old ointment from his body. He also needs to take medicinal soup three times a day. Lastly, naturally, you’ll need to feed him since he can’t eat by himself right now due to his condition. For other things, just see what needs to be done. Check on him in his room from time to time to see if he has any other needs.”
“When is the next time to change the ointment and feed him the medicinal soup?” Mo Xiaoyan asked seriously.
“You can feed him the medicinal soup after he has dinner. As for changing the ointment, that would be around eleven tonight,” Shen Biancheng replied.
Mo Xiaoyan said, “It’s around four-thirty now, I’ll go prepare the medicine. Mr. Shen, where are the medicines?”
“Heh, no need for you to prepare the medicine, it’s already being prepared in the kitchen,” Shen Biancheng said.
Mo Xiaoyan nodded, thanking him, “Thank you, Mr. Shen.”
“Heh, you’re welcome. Rest here for a while, I need to go out and check on the conference,” Shen Biancheng felt that it was best not to stay here for now.
The Overseas Ancient Martial Arts Conference was going to be held for several days, and today was only the third day.
As Shen Biancheng was about to leave, Lin Yuehua also stood up, preparing to leave to find Gu Youlan and Gu Mingshuang.
Mo Xiaoyan immediately called out, “Miss, I haven’t asked your last name yet?”
Lin Yuehua had to stop, turn around, and gave Mo Xiaoyan a smile before saying, “Hello, my name is Lin Yuehua. How may I address you?”
Actually, she already knew Mo Xiaoyan’s identity as Shen Biancheng had told her earlier.
As for Shen Biancheng, he didn’t stop, but instead quickened his pace and left the presidential suite.
“My name is Mo Xiaoyan, I am Ye Fan’s little aunt,” Mo Xiaoyan declared her identity boldly.
Lin Yuehua’s heart wasn’t too pleased upon hearing this, but she deliberately asked on the surface, “Ye Fan is married?”
“No, he isn’t,” Mo Xiaoyan replied.
“Oh,” Lin Yuehua couldn’t resist sneering, “You’re calling yourself that quite early.”
Mo Xiaoyan seemed not to catch the sarcastic tone; she laughed and said, “Yes. My sister and my brother-in-law are very much in love, and marrying is just a matter of time. By the way, are you Mr. Shen’s friend or my brother-in-law’s friend?”
“I am Ye Fan’s friend,” Lin Yuehua replied.
Mo Xiaoyan drew out her “Oh,” then asked with a laugh, “Why haven’t I heard my brother-in-law mention you?”
“Do you have a good relationship with your brother-in-law?” Lin Yuehua didn’t reply but instead deliberately asked, “Do you know all of his friends?”
Mo Xiaoyan laughed, “Hehe, our relationship is really not bad. I often join my sister and brother-in-law for meals, so naturally, I’m very familiar with them.”
Seeing Mo Xiaoyan put it this way, Lin Yuehua had no choice but to say, “When Ye Fan was assassinated by Dong Ziqi, it was my junior sister who happened to save him, so he’s quite familiar with the people from our Gu Lan Martial Arts School.”
“Oh, I see,” Mo Xiaoyan said, suddenly understanding. “Thank you for saving my brother-in-law.”
The two women exchanged a few more words, and finally, Lin Yuehua left the presidential suite.
Once Lin Yuehua left, Mo Xiaoyan sat on the sofa, idly moving her jade feet, lifting her stunningly beautiful face, and humming proudly, “Thinking of snatching my brother-in-law? No chance! Luckily I came here, otherwise, my stinky brother-in-law would really have been seduced by her.”
After pondering for a moment, she remembered to call Lu Xiaoman.
So, she took out her phone and called Lu Xiaoman.
“Sis, have you found Ye Fan? How is he?” Lu Xiaoman asked with concern.
Mo Xiaoyan chuckled, “I found him. He’s not in bad shape and will be back in a few days, don’t worry.”
“Does this mean his injuries are severe?” Lu Xiaoman asked worriedly.
Lu Xiaoman said, “It’s inevitable to get some minor injuries when fighting a life-and-death battle. Sister, don’t worry, I’ll take good care of him for you.”
“Where was he injured?” Lu Xiaoman asked.
Mo Xiaoyan replied, “His left foot. He’s temporarily unable to walk, but other than that, everything’s fine. Sister, please promise not to tell your husband about his injury. I assured him I wouldn’t mention it.”
“Understood,” Lu Xiaoman replied.
Afterward, she carefully instructed Mo Xiaoyan to take good care of Ye Fan for a few minutes before ending the call.
Around six in the evening, Mo Xiaoyan brought a bowl of bird’s nest porridge into Ye Fan’s room.
“Hehe, stinky brother-in-law, dinner time,” she jovially said to Ye Fan, finding it rather amusing.
After placing the bird’s nest porridge on the table, Mo Xiaoyan walked over to the bedside, glanced at Ye Fan’s body covered in white gauze, and asked, “How do you want to eat? Lying down?”
“Help me sit up halfway, and put a pillow behind me,” Ye Fan instructed, clearly aware that Mo Xiaoyan had no experience in caretaking.
“Oh,” Mo Xiaoyan responded and immediately reached out to help Ye Fan.
Mo Xiaoyan lifted him up too quickly, causing the majority of his injuries to be tugged at, which made him gasp in pain.
“Does it hurt a lot?” Mo Xiaoyan, frightened, immediately laid Ye Fan back on the bed.
She did it too quickly, causing Ye Fan to experience another bout of intense pain all over his body, but he silently endured without uttering a sound.
“Hehe, no worries, just help me up a bit more slowly,” Ye Fan said with a squeezed smile.
Mo Xiaoyan gave a sheepish smile then awkwardly and clumsily helped Ye Fan sit up again.
This time, she was slower, perhaps too slow.
Ye Fan endured the pain while Mo Xiaoyan fumbled around.
Finally managing to sit him up properly, Mo Xiaoyan began to spoon half a bowl of bird’s nest porridge from the bowl to feed Ye Fan.
She managed not to scald Ye Fan while feeding him; having not eaten pork doesn’t mean she hasn’t seen a pig walk, and she’d seen from TV and movies how heroines feed injured heroes porridge.
Watching Mo Xiaoyan’s sexy little mouth pouting as she gently blew on the hot porridge in the bowl, Ye Fan couldn’t help but say, “Stop blowing, your saliva is going into the bowl.”
“What are you talking about?!” Mo Xiaoyan stopped blowing on the porridge, her pretty face blushing as she spoke coquettishly, “Believe it or not, I really will spit into it?”
“Fine, continue blowing,” Ye Fan said resignedly.
Mo Xiaoyan humphed proudly and continued puffing her pink lips to cool the porridge.
After a while, when the porridge had finally cooled, she used a spoon to scoop up some porridge and fed Ye Fan a spoonful, then whispered in his ear, “It’s not like we haven’t kissed before.”
Upon hearing this, Ye Fan nearly spat out the porridge in his mouth.