Dr. Lin, you hurt me.

Chapter 217 is too good

Zhang Yan actually believed Lin Feng’s nonsense, and endured the pain and stuck out his tongue a little.

The previously red areas on the tongue were now covered in brown powder, which was very eye-catching.

Lin Feng supported Zhang Yan with one hand on the back of the chair behind him and with the other hand on Zhang Yan's shoulder, maintaining this position and blowing air gently.

Zhang Yan felt a breeze brushing against every pore of his body. He knew it was not the wind. His face turned even redder and he bit the tip of his tongue with his teeth, waiting for the wind.

Lin Feng could hardly hold on any longer. The distance he was standing on was too small and he was almost unable to stand steadily. His body slowly fell forward.

At this moment, someone's cell phone suddenly sounded.

Lin Feng immediately straightened up and pulled himself away from between the dining table and Zhang Yan's legs.

He quickly turned towards the dining table and looked at the several mobile phones on the table, checking them one by one.

It turned out that the migration of his mobile phone data had been completed.

Lin Feng then turned to look at Zhang Yan and leaned down slightly, "Does it still hurt?"

Zhang Yan shook his head.

Seeing that Zhang Yan was no longer in pain, Lin Feng prepared to start his "love education".

"You, be careful when you eat next time and don't be so anxious. This time it was just a slight burn on your tongue from the milk, and you cried because of the pain. If you accidentally bump into something in the future, do you think your leg can handle it?"

Lin Feng was not exaggerating. Zhang Yan never took his health seriously. If he didn't make the matter more serious, he might just ignore it. If he was injured again, Zhang Yan would probably be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

Zhang Yan listened to Lin Feng's medical advice and nodded continuously, indicating that he was listening carefully and not just perfunctorily.

Suddenly Zhang Yan stretched out his finger and pointed at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng saw Zhang Yan pointing at him, not knowing what had happened. "What's wrong?"

Zhang Yan pointed at his nose, then at Lin Feng, "Blood..."

Lin Feng touched his nose and felt blood on his hands. The weather was so dry in autumn that his capillaries were easily broken.

Zhang Yan quickly picked up the pieces of paper in front of him and handed them to Lin Feng.

If Lin Feng was not mistaken, this paper was the one he had just used to wipe Zhang Yan's tears.

Fortunately, Zhang Yan was just crying, not having a runny nose, and was not dirty.

Lin Feng picked up the pieces of paper and pressed them against his nostrils. He looked around and finally found a trash can next to the dining table.

Lin Feng held the trash can in one hand and pinched his nose with the other, constantly adjusting his breathing rhythm in the process.

Zhang Yan looked at Lin Feng at a loss. Lin Feng's nosebleed was quite heavy and the tissue could not stop it at all, just like a faucet that had not been repaired for a long time and was dripping and leaking, which could not be stopped no matter what.

Zhang Yan didn't dare to ask, for fear that Lin Feng would be distracted.

Lin Feng maintained that position, pressing his nasal cavity, for more than five minutes.

Lin Feng loosened his hands and the nosebleed stopped. He took a tissue and blew out the blood clots in his nasal cavity, then went directly to the bathroom to clean up the marks on his body.

The blood flowed from the nose to the chin and dripped onto the shirt, which looked a bit scary.

Lin Feng washed his face and removed the blood stains, but what about his clothes?

Although Lin Feng was used to seeing blood, he didn't want these marks to appear on his clothes.

Lin Feng returned to the restaurant, unbuttoning his clothes as he walked. "Zhang Yan, my clothes are dirty. I'll take one of your clothes and put it on."

"Oh, you can get it yourself."

Zhang Yan watched Lin Feng take off his shirt in front of him and go to the cloakroom to choose clothes with his bare chest.

This mermaid line is so beautiful, with smooth lines, winding down and finally disappearing into Lin Feng's waistband.

I have to say, Lin Feng's waist is really thin. I clearly felt it when I pinched his waist just now.

Lin Feng picked out a short-sleeved T-shirt of Zhang Yan's. This was the larger version of Zhang Yan's clothes. Lin Feng looked at the size and it was exactly his size. The style and pattern looked familiar. Wasn't this the large-sized T-shirt Zhang Yan wore when he was in the hospital?

Lin Feng wore Zhang Yan's clothes and did housework at Zhang Yan's house, which made Zhang Yan have the illusion that he was the guest who came to eat and drink for free.

Lin Feng skillfully tied the garbage bag into a knot and placed the garbage at the entrance. He planned to ask Xiao Tang to take it downstairs and throw it away tomorrow.

Lin Feng took out another roll of garbage bags from the locker, put the bag on, and put the trash can back in place.

"Lin Feng, how do you know where my garbage bags are placed?" Zhang Yan expressed his incomprehension, because he himself didn't know where his garbage bags were placed.

"I saw Aunt Liu get the garbage bag from here. What's wrong? Is there a problem? Can't use it?"

Raymond Lam asked three questions in a row.

Zhang Yan quickly raised his hands, indicating that he would no longer discuss this topic with Lin Feng. If they really started talking about this topic, it would probably never end.

Zhang Yan didn’t know anything about this residence before. He rarely ate at home, so he didn’t know whether the tableware and kitchen utensils had been stored in a big box.

Now it seems that he knows less about his house than his next-door neighbor Lin Feng.

It’s a shame to say this.

"Yes, you can use it as you like."

Zhang Yan looked at the clothes on Lin Feng. The T-shirt was a little big for him, but it fit him perfectly.

Zhang Yan was very sure that he and Lin Feng were not of the same size.

Now it seems that this dress is more suitable for Raymond Lam and it has found a better owner.

Zhang Yan pointed at Lin Feng's nose and asked, "Are you okay?" He was afraid that he would suddenly have a nosebleed while they were chatting, and the bleeding would not stop. He went to the hospital for a check-up and found that it was either cancer or leukemia. This was too scary.

"It's okay. It's just that the weather is too hot. The cold and hot contractions are uneven, which is why I have a nosebleed. It has stopped now, and I won't have a nosebleed again in the future."

Lin Feng secretly complained that the chicken soup made by Aunt Liu was too nutritious. When he drank the soup, he just felt that there were too many tonic ingredients.

Now it seems that it is not just a little bit too much, but too much.

My nose started bleeding right after I finished my meal. My body simply can't handle the amount of supplements.

What Lin Feng and Zhang Yan didn’t know was that Lin Feng wasn’t the only one suffering from a nosebleed.

After Xiao Tang returned, he fixed his phone first, and then took a shower while the data was being migrated.

Is there an autumn heat wave today?

Why do I feel a little hot? I still feel hot after taking a cold shower.

Xiao Tang felt like he had endless energy, so he started doing push-ups. He did a hundred push-ups, but he didn't feel tired at all.

This is more effective than chicken blood.

It is very effective, but it works at the wrong time and on the wrong person.

So, Xiao Tang went to take another bath.