"Quick time travel" long way to chase his wife

Chapter 138 Mobile Blood Bank and the Sick Young Master

The material stopped abruptly after the nurse took away the white pillow. Mo Chi read it back and forth several times with red eyes, but he couldn't find anything about the two except that each time the pain that he couldn't do anything increased. ending.

The system is not there, and no one tells him what the situation is now.

It was already night, and the ward was very quiet. The heart rate detector on the side was still working dutifully, drawing the patient's electrocardiogram continuously in the dark.Mo Chi could hear the very regular "didi" sound.

A drip was hung on the shelf beside it, and the cold liquid was transported all the way down the thin transparent tube, and then flowed into the blue blood vessel.

Lying on the bed, Mo Chi thought about it for a while, and realized that this was the first time he had had an illness since Yun Chu was by his side.

He was originally tutoring Yunchu's homework in the study room. The boy is 16 years old this year. He just entered the first year of high school. He transferred someone to a better private high school. The teaching progress is very fast. So I decided to take time every day to tutor the teenager.

At the beginning, everything was fine, the boy would turn his head when he encountered a problem that he didn't understand, and looked at him with a pair of beautiful eyes, with an expression on his face asking for an answer.Mo Chi looked at such a young man, raised the corners of his lips, and was about to speak, when his face suddenly changed in the next second.

The blood all over his body boiled and rolled as if suddenly caught fire, and then rushed around clamorously, as if trying to find a place to escape.

The air in his lungs was suddenly drained, and Mo Chi's hands holding the wheelchair were clenched tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands swelled.Yun Chu noticed something was wrong with him, and called out to him in horror. Mo Chi endured the pain and looked up at him. Before he could control the wheelchair to push away from him, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, scarlet and hot liquid Not a single drop was left, all sprayed on Yunchu's body, staining his uniform red.

It was the first time after four years that he fell ill, and it was fierce. Although he had Yunchu's blood, Mo Chi still lay in the intensive care unit for almost half a month.

half a month...

Mo Chi blinked and looked at the void above his head, his eyes were dim.

Now his mind is full of Yun Chu, that silly boy who likes him but doesn't say anything, wishing he could live a good life if he wants to give himself up, he doesn't know what's going on now.

Mo Chi was already very sure that in every life, he really loved Yunchu, but due to some reasons, the two of them in every life ended in tragedy.

Then in this life, what will be the reason?

Everything he saw in his previous life was from Yunchu's perspective, so why did he bring that girl home, marry her, and drive Yunchu away?

Mo Chi desperately wanted to find out the truth about his previous life, but he also knew that it wasn't the time yet. After all, based on previous experiences, it seemed that an opportunity was needed to start the dream of his previous life.

It's okay, take your time... Mo Chi told himself in his heart, after all, he is here now, no matter what life it is, he will never let the previous tragedy happen again.

What he cares most now is that idiot who wants to drain his own blood in order to save him.

Now he has tubes all over his body and an oxygen mask on his nose, and he can't even move his head. This directly broke Mo Chi's desire to find Yun Chu, but it seemed as if the heaven heard his voice generally.

In the silence of the darkness, Mo Chi heard footsteps approaching from far to near in the corridor. Although the other party could lower the voice, Mo Chi could still hear it clearly in such a quiet night. It stopped in front of the door, and then there was no more movement.

Already had vague guesses about the identity of the visitor in his heart, Mo Chi's heartbeat began to accelerate uncontrollably, he tried his best to tilt his head, and looked in the direction of the door, he couldn't see anything clearly in the darkness, he just Can see the light coming in from the corridor through the crack of the door.

A long time passed, and when Mo Chi was wondering if the other party was going to stand outside the door all night, the person outside finally made a move.

Mo Chi heard the sound of the door lock turning, and the next second, the door was gently pushed open.

As if the other party was afraid that he would wake him up, he moved as lightly as a cat.

Seeing that thin figure gradually appearing outside the door, Mo Chi closed his eyes in a strange way.

People who have lost their vision are especially sensitive to hearing. Mo Chi heard the sound of the other person's footsteps gradually approaching the bed, and then disappeared on his right.

He could feel a gaze falling on him, soft and affectionate, which made him very nostalgic for every lifetime.

The hand that had become cold from the infusion suddenly fell into a warm palm. Mo Chi almost couldn't help but want to open his eyes to see the life of the person he put on top of his heart, but in the end he held back.

The hand holding his hand was dry and warm, and Mo Chi was a little greedy for the warmth.

"Master..." A clear and hoarse voice rang out in a low voice in the dark room, like a feather lightly fell on Mo Chi's heart, making his eyes slightly warm.

Yun Chu squatted beside Mo Chi's bed, raised his head, and looked at the blurred profile of the man on the bed, with sadness and fragility in his eyes.

The man has been in a coma for half a month. Obviously the doctor said that there is no problem anymore, but Yunchu doesn't understand, since there is no problem, why his young master hasn't woken up yet? Is it because he didn't draw enough blood? ?

"Hurry up and wake up..." The boy's voice was obviously crying, and he was full of helplessness.

Mo Chi could no longer pretend to sleep. The tears of a young man, no matter what life he was in, were fatal to him.

"Yunchu..." A deep and hoarse voice suddenly sounded, causing the boy beside the bed to stop crying. Yunchu looked up at the man on the bed blankly, with tears still on his eyelashes, Mo Chi invisible.

"Young...young master?" Yun Chu called out softly, his voice trembling, and his voice was full of surprise and disbelief. He subconsciously breathed lightly, looking at the blurred outline on the bed, not daring to blink, for fear of the sight in front of him. Everything is my own illusion.

"Turn on the light." The man's voice rang clearly in Yunchu's ears again. He finally believed that he was not dreaming. After answering with great joy, he got up and pressed the switch on the wall.

The sudden bright light made Mo Chi squint his eyes subconsciously, and he opened them only after he got used to the light. The boy beside the bed was looking at him with a helpless face, and the tears from before were still on his fair face. .