Xu was too flustered, and no one noticed that Awan was jumping and jumping happily all the way to the wing. Maybe someone noticed it, but they just thought that Fang Zilan's condition was critical and could not be delayed.
In short, no one paid close attention to A Wan's expression, while Wen Ya's expression was so gloomy that people couldn't help but feel anxious.
When they arrived at the wing and no one was around, Awan shook Fang Zilan's arm and said, "Okay, I know it's you, stop pretending."
Fang Zilan opened her eyes, sat up and looked at Wen Ya, "Mr. Wen, I didn't expect you to be so out of control and tell Awan so quickly."
"I also want to keep hiding it from her." Wen Ya stood with his hands behind his hands and said quietly: "But I'm afraid that if it goes on for a few more days, my stupid apprentice will lose his life for you."
"Master!" Awan couldn't help but look away.
Will you risk your life? Fang Zilan stared at Awan thoughtfully, "Our little Awan won't hide in the pharmacy and cry for many days, right? His eyes still look a little swollen now."
"No!" Awan retorted anxiously, but her hands subconsciously touched her eyes. However, the next moment she caught the smile on the corner of Fang Zilan's lips, and she was so angry that she scratched her, "Okay, you lied to me again!"
Seeing this, Wen Ya coughed slightly and warned: "Be careful, the walls have ears."
Awan immediately fell silent, looked around carefully, leaned into Fang Zilan's ear and asked: "There shouldn't be anyone outside, right?"
"No." Fang Zilan shook her head, "If there was someone, I wouldn't wake up at all."
Awan curled her lips and was about to ask something else, but she covered her mouth with her hand. Finally, she took a deep breath and stood up, "I'll boil the medicine for you."
"A Wan, don't you ask?" Fang Zilan's expression was dark and unclear. A Wan wrung his fingers and said unnaturally: "I want to ask, but I don't want to force you, and I don't think you should say it. Now I can see It's enough for you to appear before me alive."
After she said that, she turned and left. Fang Zilan looked at her back and sighed softly, "Our little Awan has indeed grown up."
"Miss Fang San, are you planning to attach yourself to the Fang family?" A look of inquiry appeared on Wen Ya's face, and Fang Zilan took the time to say, "Who knows, just take a step and see."
She said seriously as if she was remembering something: "However, I will do what I promised you. As long as I live for one day, Awan will be fine."
Wen Ya seemed to be relieved, moved a round stool and sat beside the couch, and said in a deep voice: "Young master doubts me."
"Normal." Fang Zilan shrugged indifferently, "Who has he really trusted in all these years?"
Wen Ya pursed his lips and said, "On the day the Di Rong delegation came to the capital, the young master sent me out of the capital. When I came back, you were already in the sky prison."
"This is not a suspicion." Fang Zilan pondered for a moment: "He just doesn't want to have a capable doctor around me who can control the poison in my body. As for other doctors, he knows that I can't trust him, and he doesn't dare to expose himself. If there is poison, you can only stay close to it, so that the trap he sets can be effective."
"You don't have to comfort me." Wen Ya said helplessly: "I know what kind of person he is."
"Really?" Fang Zilan was noncommittal, "Speaking of which, I have always been curious about whether his illness is real or fake."
Wen Ya looked a little colder, "You don't have to test me. There are some things I can say. There are some things I would rather bring into the coffin than say a word."
Fang Zilan laughed dumbly, "Then what do you want to tell me today?"
"Two things." Wen Ya said directly: "The first thing is that Cong Rong is the son of the young master and one of the few remaining daughters of the Huan family in the world."
"I already knew this." Fang Zilan's voice was muffled, and Wen Ya looked at her in disbelief, "You already knew this, and you didn't kill her?"
"Xu Shihuanyan is kind to me, but I can't bear to kill the little sister she misses so much." There was no expression on Fang Zilan's face, but there was a little nostalgia in her eyes.
"You are so kind to a woman." Wen Ya shook his head in disapproval and said, "If I had known this, I shouldn't have asked Awan to help you restore your memory."
"Mr. Wen, weren't you just willing to tell me this today?" Fang Zilan teased, "If I really killed Cong Rong early in the morning, would you be willing to do it?"
Wen Ya's expression became even colder. When Fang Zilan saw this, he stopped, sat upright, and asked seriously: "What's the second thing?"
"The second thing is about Wheel King... Chu Bin." Before Wen Ya could finish his words, Fang Zilan said anxiously: "Have you found him?"
"Never." Two simple words shattered Fang Zilan's hope, and she murmured: "Then..."
Wen Ya didn't answer but asked, "Have you ever thought about it, the poisonous poison in your body is the most domineering and powerful in the world, why Princess Erya can temporarily control your mind with other poisonous poisons?"
"What do you want to say?" There was an imperceptible tremor in Fang Zilan's voice. Wen Ya couldn't bear it, but he still said bluntly: "I want to say that the poison in your body is showing signs of weakening, which means that the vice poison is not Death means serious injury, so you have to be mentally prepared."
Fang Zilan's hands hidden in her sleeves were clenched tightly, "I believe Chu Bin, he will be fine..."
"Miss Fang San." Wen Ya emphasized his tone and said word by word: "You have worked hard for the young master for many years. You should know his methods better than anyone else. Is it really possible for Chu Bin to survive?"
"You want to see a person alive, you want to see a corpse when you die." Fang Zilan said coldly: "Before I see him, I don't believe anyone's words."
Wen Ya opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Fang Zilan added: "I don't believe a word of it."
"No matter. You have always..." Before Wen Ya could finish his words, there was a hurried knock on the door, followed by Qiu Chan's call, "Mr. Wen, how is my lady?"
Wen Ya walked over and opened the door, and saw Qiu Chan holding the door frame out of breath, looking into the room, "Miss?"
"What happened?" Wen Ya blocked Qiu Chan's sight, and then realized that Mo Han was following her, "Mr. Mo, you..."
"Mr. Wen, Prince Rongan is here." Mo Han frowned, "The prince has named Miss Fang San."
Wen Ya's expression froze and he turned around to see the people in the wing. Mo Han and Qiu Chan looked over together and saw Fang Zilan lying on the couch, still unconscious.
Qiu Chan burst into tears immediately, "What should we do..."
"Don't worry, girl, Awan has already prepared the medicine." Wen Ya said in a comforting voice, "I gave Miss Fang San an injection, and if she takes the medicine, she should be able to wake up."
"That's good." Qiu Chan said gratefully, "Thank you sir..."
"Mr. Wen, Prince Rongan is still outside..." Mo Han did not continue, but Wen Ya understood clearly in his heart, "Master Mo, if the prince insists on seeing Miss Fang San, you might as well ask him to wait for a moment."
