"Quick time travel" long way to chase his wife

Chapter 160 Mobile Blood Bank and the Sick Young Master

On the way back, Mo Chi sat in the back seat of the car, leaned back slightly into the soft backrest, closed his eyes and said nothing, the street scene outside the window flashed by, and mottled light and shadow hit his face one by one Then it quickly dissipated, illuminating his pale face.

Yun Chu looked at him from the sidelines with extremely worried eyes, but the man couldn't see him now.

After returning, Mo Chi fell ill.

In the spacious and bright bedroom on the second floor, the medical team in charge of Mo Chi was crowded. Everyone looked at the high fever and unconscious person on the big bed, helpless.Old Man Mo by the bed looked at the group of doctors in front of him, his face so gloomy that he was about to drip.

Yun Chu was squeezed out of the crowd and couldn't see clearly what was going on inside. His hands and feet were icy cold. Even though the distance between the two was only a few steps, he felt that there were countless mountains and seas between them.

"Is blood transfusion useless?" Old Man Mo asked in a low voice, looking at the attending doctor in a white coat in front of him.

The attending doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead, and shook his head with a grim expression: "The young master's high fever is fierce this time, and there is no reason for it. I'm afraid the blood transfusion will have the opposite effect."

When Old Man Mo heard this, veins suddenly appeared on the back of his hand that was leaning on crutches.

"Is there any way to reduce his fever?" Old Man Mo turned his head and glanced at the person on the bed. His old and powerful voice rang out in the room so quiet that even a needle dropped on the ground could be clearly heard, carrying a hint of imperceptible traces. mood.

"Now we can only use the most traditional method for physical cooling, and the rest..." The attending doctor didn't finish what he said, but everyone present understood that the rest can only be left to the young master himself.

The conversation between old man Mo and the doctor fell into Yunchu's ears verbatim. He swayed slightly, looked in the direction of the man, and lost all words.

The young man was still wearing the suit he wore for the banquet, which originally made him look like an exquisite prince, but at this moment it could only make him look uglier than the patient on the bed.

The attending doctor was sent out by the housekeeper, and only Yunchu, Mr. Mo and Mo Chi were left unconscious on the bed in the huge bedroom.

Old Man Mo sat down beside Mo Chi's bed and looked down at the unconscious person on the bed, with no emotion on his face.

"Did anything happen when you were at the banquet?" Old Man Mo asked, without looking up at Yun Chu who was standing far away and did not dare to go forward.

Yun Chu looked at Mo Chi, and told everything that happened at the banquet. When he said that he hit the young master of the Qi family, the temperature in the room suddenly dropped several degrees. Yun Chu raised his head, He saw old man Mo looking at him coldly with cold eyes.

The atmosphere in the room was suppressed to the extreme. After a long time, the old man's cold voice resounded in the room: "Yunchu, have you forgotten your identity?"

His voice was not loud, and there wasn't even much blame or warning in his words, just like asking an ordinary question, but Yunchu couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"I... I haven't forgotten..." Yun Chu swallowed, his voice low and inaudible.

Unexpectedly, after hearing his words, old man Mo sneered at the doctor. The laughter was full of sarcasm and embarrassment, which made Yunchu unable to lift his head up in front of him again.

The young man in front of him was still the same as before, timid and cowardly, with a self-righteous calmness, but apart from that good-looking face, he was useless.

His grandson paid more and more attention to him, which was something that Mr. Mo never expected.

He has many ways to make the two of them never see each other again, but he has to worry about the person on the bed.Thinking of the conversation between the two of them in the study that day, Mr. Mo's gaze completely sank.

He stood up from the bed with a cane on his back, and walked in front of Yunchu at a leisurely pace. The two were about the same height, but Yunchu felt the coercion from each other.

"Mo Chi is protecting you, and I won't touch you," Mr. Mo stared at Yunchu with eagle-like eyes, and said in an unhurried voice, "But you should know that I can let you go whenever I want." Disappeared from him without a sound."

The threat in Mr. Mo's words was too strong, before Yunchu could recover from what he said about Mo Chi protecting him, he heard his extremely inhuman words.

The hand hanging by his side was tightly clenched, and the neatly manicured nails sank deeply into the palm of his hand. Yun Chu almost exhausted all his strength to raise his head and look calmly at Mr. Mo.

"I know." Yun Chu said.

Seeing that the beating was in place, Mr. Mo didn't say anything more. He only said "Take good care of him tonight" and left without looking back.

After the heavy closing sound resounded clearly in the room, Yun Chu's strong disguise finally fell apart.

Dragging his weak body to the bedside step by step, Yunchu squatted down by the bedside, grabbed Mochi's hot hand and pressed it to his face, rubbing it lightly like a puppy, only then reluctantly let him go.

Mo Chi's body temperature was approaching 39, Yun Chu went to the bathroom to get cold water, then moistened his forehead with a towel, found alcohol, took off the other's clothes, and wiped his body over and over again .

The temperature on Mo Chi's body went back and forth, falling and then rising and rising again. Yun Chu had been busy all night. It wasn't until the sky was slightly bright that the temperature on Mo Chi's body gradually stabilized, and Yun Chu finally couldn't hold it anymore. , still holding a wet towel in his hand, he fell asleep lying on the edge of the bed like this.

And not long after he fell asleep, Mo Chi on the bed, after trembling his slender and thick eyelashes twice, slowly opened those red eyes.

There was a gorgeous crystal chandelier above his head, and the wall lamp on the side wall was turned on. The dim and soft light illuminated the blurry room. Mo Chi blinked his eyes, his burnt-out brain began to function, and he gradually came to his senses.

He seems to be dreaming again, but this is no longer surprising, he always sees himself and Yun Chu in his previous life in this way.

In his dream, his body was a little worse than now, his face was pale all day long, and he could only move around in a wheelchair. There was always a young boy following him, and Mo Chi recognized that it was Yun Chu.

The 12-year-old Yun Chu was as skinny as a stick, with slender limbs and a malnourished appearance. He was brought to him by the housekeeper. He saw himself smiling kindly at Yun Chu, but there was a bright alienation in his eyes.

He could hear the thoughts in his heart, what kind of playmate would a cripple with most of his body in the coffin want.

Mo Chi is good at disguising. Ever since he was diagnosed with physical problems when he was a child, he put away all his emotions and lived like a monk who has no desires or desires. He treats everyone and everything the same. With such a gentle and polite attitude, everyone outside is lamenting him. He is obviously a rare genius, but he has to suffer from illness, which is simply pitiful.In the end, he summed up his current situation with a four-character idiom: Heaven is jealous of talents.