Dongfang Ling caught a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth and remained silent. He wanted to see her shocked reaction, and also wanted to know how important Xuanyuan Wuheng was in her heart.

However, he was disappointed, she was very calm, and seemed to have expected that Xuanyuan Wuheng would not agree.

At this time, a voice came from the door, "General Dongfang, Mr. Wuheng, are you all here?" The person who came was Nangong Ye, the son of the regent of the Nanchen Kingdom.

Dongfang Ling turned his head and saw the visitor. Seeing his gaze falling straight on Yuan Xiaofan, his eyes could not help but narrow, and his eyes suddenly became slight. He asked in a deep voice: "Little Prince Nangong, why are you here?"

His identity is the son of the Regent of Nanchen Kingdom, and he is General Jianwei of Longyi Kingdom. The two are good friends. After all, they have different positions, but they should not have too much contact.

Nangong Ye's eyes flashed and he smiled faintly, "Why, aren't you welcome?"

Yuan Xiaofan turned his head and noticed that Dongfang Ling was looking at her, his eyes were very sharp, with a hint of anger, and he felt a little confused.

She hurriedly covered her eyelids and stood on the side with her head down. This person was a little unstable.

When Xuanyuan Wuheng saw the faces of several people, his gentle eyes flashed, he looked at Nangong Ye and showed a faint smile, "Little Prince Nangong, are you visiting the Old General of the East?"

Hearing Xuanyuan Wuheng's voice, Nangong Ye pulled his gaze away from Yuan Xiaofan, curled his lips slightly, and nodded, "Well, there is Mr. Wuheng here, I believe that the old general of the East will be fine."

Xuanyuan Wuheng covered his mouth and let out a muffled cough. Seeing this, Yuan Xiaofan's face changed and he asked in a deep voice: "Go and rest quickly."

Xuanyuan Wuheng's face returned to some bloody complexion, and he waved his hand and said, "It's nothing serious!"

Yuan Xiaofan frowned and looked at his face, worried about his body.

Xuanyuan Wuheng looked slightly and whispered: "Qingfeng, go and prepare paper and pen for me."

Yuan Xiaofan frowned and said quickly: "Let me write it!"

Xuanyuan Wuheng nodded slightly. She had been in the Tianxia Medical Center for nearly five years and had achieved success in medical skills. Preparing the prescription was no problem.

Yuan Xiaofan walked straight to the desk, pulled out the brush on the bookshelf, stained with ink, and wrote it carefully. Soon, lines of fresh and beautiful words flew out like flowing water under the pen.

She put down her brush, blew the undried ink marks on the paper, quickly walked to Xuanyuan Wuheng, handed it to him, and asked softly: "Young Master, is that OK?"

Xuanyuan Wuheng smiled and nodded, handed the prescription to Dongfang Ling, "General, please check it out."

Dongfang Ling looked at the notes on the prescription and was ecstatic. The handwriting was Yuan Xiaofan's handwriting. Then he handed the prescription to the guard behind him, "Send someone to catch the medicine immediately." His eyes fell on Yuan Xiaofan with concentration again.

At this time, a guard suddenly reported outside the door: "General, the people from Bixiu Villa, ask for a visit if you have something to do."

Dongfang Ling frowned slightly and said coldly: "Let him come in."

Outside the corridor, a petite figure rushed in.

The person who came was Zhen'er, the maid who served Weiran. When she saw Yuan Xiaofan, she couldn't stop crying. Yuan Xiaofan looked stern and asked anxiously: "Zhen'er, what happened?"

Zhen'er wiped her tears, and in desperation, she blurted out: "Girl, the little boy is almost out of reach."
Chapter completed!