"Wait for a while." Mu Fan's voice came over.

Baoer nodded and sat down in the chair again, her eyes locked on the other side of the bed, not talking, and was anxious to wait for the next order.

About a quarter of an hour later, Mu Fan walked in in person.

"Brother Mu Fan, how are my Seventh Uncle?"

"The situation is not determined. The emperor has not been able to eat these days and is a little weak. I will give him some nutrition for the time being."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Fan packed up the things on the table and turned around and left.

Baoer stood up and followed him, Meng Yiming was no exception, stood up and walked over.

People who were familiar with Qiqi in the past would not be too surprised to see these things brought from modern times.

Soon, Mu Fan put in infusion on Chu Dingbei, took out an injection bag, and gave him an injection.

Mu Fan's acupuncture helped Chu Dingbei absorb the nutrient solution input. In just one quarter of an hour, Chu Dingbei's face improved a lot.

Seeing his man's transformation, Meng Yinian took a deep breath and fell softly on the chair beside him.

"Aunt Qihuang." Baoer quickly helped Meng Yiming, "Aunt Qihuang, what's wrong with you? Is it important?"

"I'm fine." Meng Yinian shook her head.

"Baoer, take my mother back to recuperate. She is tired." Chu Wushang looked at Meng Yinian, his tone a little heavy.

"Yeah." Baoer understood and nodded, "Aunt Qihuang, you go back and rest first. If you fall ill, Uncle Qihuang really doesn't know what to do?"

"Go back." The person on the bed suddenly rang out a hoarse and low voice.

"Okay, I'll go back." Meng Yinian stood up and looked at Baoer, "Baoer, stay, I'll go back by myself."

Baoer didn't know what to do, so she could only look back at Chu Wushang.

Seeing Chu Wushang nodding, she nodded.

"Aunt Seventh Emperor, then you have a good rest. I'll just watch Seventh Emperor here."

"Yes." Meng Yinian nodded and glanced at the person on the bed, "Get a good rest."

Leaving a word, she turned around and walked out.

Bao'er sent Meng Yimian away. When he came back, he saw Chu Wushang sitting at the table.

"Brother Wushang." Baoer's voice was very soft, for fear of affecting Mu Fan who was applying the needle.

After calling out softly, Baoer came to Chu Wushang to sit down.

Chu Wushang curled his lips slightly, stretched out his long arms, and hugged the girl.

Feeling Chu Wushang's breath, Baoer suddenly felt pity. Brother Wushang, are you very tired?

I heard that my father and his mother went to the Dream Clan to conquer the world with their mother as soon as they founded Xuanguo. Later, if the Seventh Emperor Uncle had not come back, Xuanguo would have probably disappeared.

It is not easy to establish a country, but it is even more difficult to maintain a country. In recent years, the Seventh Emperor Uncle and Wushang's brother must have lived no easier than their own father and mother.

Taking a deep breath, Baoer stretched out his hands and hugged Chu Wushang back.

The two people hugged each other without saying a word, quietly feeling each other's heartbeat.

After a while, when Baoer wanted to say something, Chu Wushang let go of Baoer and gently rubbed her head.

Baoer raised her eyes and looked at the man in front of her, pursed her lips, and suddenly she didn't know what to say.

Brother Wushang, like her own father, is omnipotent, but in fact, this kind of person is the most tiring, isn’t it?

"Brother Wushang." Baoer called out softly.

Chu Wushang curled his lips slightly, and rubbed Baoer's little head.

"Don't worry too much! I'll take you back to rest."
Chapter completed!