"Mm." Nangong Jin nodded as well, swiftly pulling out his phone with a foul mood and giving instructions, "Xiaowu, take old Miao Tou to Nanyuan. I have something to ask him."
After giving the instructions, Nangong Jin found clothes for Di Jinxuan and carefully helped her put them on.
The two of them were about to set off. After getting out of bed, Di Jinxuan finally understood the phrase: "legs won't close together!"
Her walking posture was unbearably peculiar, and there was still a faint soreness below—not exactly pain, but an indescribable feeling. In any case, it wasn't very comfortable.
Seeing her like this, Nangong Jin picked up the ointment the doctor had prepared and stuffed it into his pocket. Then, without hesitation, he scooped Di Jinxuan up horizontally and carried her out.
Two servants needed to be brought along, in case they needed to rest over there. Nangong Jin called for two servants to accompany them.
