Paranoid Master Mo pampered

"Doctor, how is his condition?" Yun Chuyao asked the doctor about the situation with a visibly trembling voice.

The doctor gave her a reassuring look: "Please rest assured, the patient is out of danger, and as long as he takes good care of him, he will recover soon."

that is really good!
In an instant, all of Yun Chuyao's tense nerves relaxed, and her body became limp as a result, she staggered a bit, and almost fell to the ground.

Both Mo Qing and Mo Ling hurried forward to help her.

Following the strength from their hands, Yun Chuyao stabilized her body and calmed down her mind.

At that time, Mo Yelan had been pushed into his exclusive VIP ward by the nurse. Yun Chuyao thanked all the medical staff who helped rescue him, and hurried to the VIP ward to check on Mo Yelan's situation.

If she doesn't see him safe and sound with her own eyes, her heart that hangs high will not be able to let go after all...

As soon as Yun Chuyao stepped into the ward, she saw Mo Yelan lying on the hospital bed.

The strength of the anesthetic has not passed, and he is still in a coma.

Unconsciously, Yun Chuyao slowed down her steps and came to stand beside his hospital bed. She lowered her head slightly and looked down at the man lying on the hospital bed.

His eyes were tightly closed, his long eyelashes spread out like a fan, and his brows were slightly frowned, as if he could feel the pain and discomfort in his body.

Yun Chuyao also frowned, especially when she saw that Mo Yelan's upper body was covered with thick bandages, her forehead twitched uncontrollably, and her heart throbbed violently.

Why did he suddenly encounter an accident?
Who actually attacked and assassinated Mo Yelan?
Why do you want to sneak attack and assassinate him?
Many doubts flashed through the girl's mind, but at this moment, she couldn't calm herself down to investigate. She only cared about Mo Yelan's well-being, and hoped that he would wake up from the coma and recover quickly...

Mo Yelan's usual face has almost no blood on his face, like a plaster statue, with a strange paleness, because of the injury, his face looks even more sickly, even the blood on his lips has faded, so white that it is cloudless Chu Yao's heart trembled.

She stretched out her hand unconsciously, touched the man's cheek lightly, and touched it gently.

"Alan, can you hear me?"

She leaned slightly, and leaned close to the man's ear, her voice was extremely soft: "You must get better, and I will always be by your side."

While speaking, the circles of her eyes turned red again uncontrollably, the lights in the ward were soft and warm, and the lights fell down, her crystal clear eyes were watery.

Outside the door, Mo Qing and Mo Ling observed the situation secretly, and the worries in their hearts had been successfully dispelled by Yun Chuyao's actual actions.

"There shouldn't be any problems. Miss Yun really seems to care about Lord Mo." Mo Qing lowered her voice and said to Mo Ling.

Mo Ling nodded approvingly, "Let Master Mo take care of Miss Yun!"

"En." Mo Qing nodded, remembered something, and couldn't help but become serious: "It's time for the two of us to get down to business."

After the sound fell, he gave Mo Ling a meaningful look.

Mo Ling understood what he said, and her expression became serious.

How dare you attack and assassinate Master Mo so blatantly!

Those bastards are really getting more and more courageous, if you don't show them some color, they probably don't know that the city's surname is Mo now!

Mo Yelan was taken care of by Yun Chuyao, and Mo Qing and Mo Ling quietly left the hospital to do what they had to do...

Accompanied by Mo Yelan's side, Yun Chuyao moved a chair and sat on the side of his hospital bed, talking a lot to herself, until the morning, the man did not wake up from the coma.

Throughout the whole night, the girl was obviously tired, she propped her chin with her hand, she was so sleepy, she finally fell asleep beside the man.

Then, she had a nightmare——

In the dream, the scene where Mo Yelan was attacked and assassinated was restored according to Yun Chuyao's own imagination.

Mo Yelan, who was wearing a neat suit, was attending an important event. He was cold and dignified, with a halo, and he was the absolute darling of the eyes. Everyone's eyes fell on him uncontrollably.

There is a perfect smile on the corner of his lips. He is handsome, outstanding, and can't hide his high spirits. He easily deals with the people who come to talk to him. It burst into the air, and shot into his heart with a sharp and ear-piercing sound...

The man's pupils shrank suddenly, his body staggered and fell to the ground, and then screams sounded. The originally harmonious and lively event scene became chaotic. Looking at Mo Yelan who fell on the ground, looking at his Blood was dripping from his chest, watching his white shirt be stained red... everyone's face was full of horror.

Mo Qing and Mo Ling panicked at the sudden major accident, hurriedly pushed through the crowd, and came to Mo Yelan's side as quickly as possible.

Mo Qing dialed the emergency number relatively calmly, while Mo Ling couldn't help shouting angrily: "Who the hell did this!"

The scene quickly changed drastically. The siren of the ambulance was loud and terrifying, the crowd was chaotic, and there were chaotic sounds. Mo Yelan was carried on a stretcher with a shockingly white bed sheet under him. The blood was still bleeding out, spreading and spreading, gradually staining the white bed sheet red.

The dazzling red is like the manjusawa blooming on the way of Sanchuan.

In the dream, Yun Chuyao was also there. She desperately squeezed through the crowd, came to Mo Yelan's side, and called his name heartbreakingly.

After examining him, the doctor sighed helplessly and told her, "Please be sorry!"

She doesn't want to be sad, she doesn't want to!

Waking up suddenly, Yun Chuyao's body trembled, and the emotion in the dream prompted her to shout: "Mo Yelan, I don't want you to die!"

Accompanied by this sound, she grasped Mo Yelan's hand with great precision and clenched it tightly.

It wasn't until she felt the warmth from the man's hand that she gradually came back to her senses, realizing that what happened just now was just a nightmare of hers, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately it was just a dream!
In reality, Mo Yelan was out of danger.

Yun Chuyao's forehead was covered with cold sweat, her body was trembling slightly, she was still a little uneasy, she clenched Mo Yelan's hand even more tightly, her knuckles turned blue and white.

At this moment, a slightly weak male voice came from my ear, but it was still low-mellow and magnetic, with helplessness and gentleness: "Yaoyao, you scratched my fingers very painful."

Startled by the sound, Yun Chuyao suddenly raised her head, and met Mo Yelan's gaze, and she froze for a moment.

It seemed that the surprise came too suddenly, and her brain had a temporary short circuit.

Mo Yelan stared at her for a while, and confirmed that it was not his hallucination, his Yaoyao was really guarding beside his hospital bed, and he unconsciously curled his lips.

"Yaoyao, you..."

Before he could finish his words, Master Mo felt a weight in his waist and abdomen, and was stunned for a moment.

Yun Chuyao, who suddenly came back to her senses, avoided the area where he was injured, and threw herself into his arms, tears streaming down uncontrollably:

"Mo Yelan, I just dreamed that you died, it was so scary! Thank God, you finally woke up!"