Chapter 593

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The doctor said, "Fortunately, his heart is on the right side, so the bullet didn’t hit any vital organs. Although he has managed to survive for now, it remains to be seen whether he can make it through tonight. If he survives tonight, everything will be fine."

Mosai took a deep breath and mentally berated himself for his oversight. The boss’s heart was situated on the right side, just like their family trait; in his anxiousness, Mosai had momentarily forgotten about this fact. Even though the bullet didn’t hit his heart, the location of the injury was still extremely dangerous.

The most crucial night would be tonight. If he survived through tonight, everything would be fine.

Moyao was taken to intensive care; Mosai stayed outside in great worry. Brother, you must hold on. Whether it is a fight or a scolding, I will take it all upon myself.

Moyao had the luck of surviving through that night and turned from critical condition to stable. He was transferred to a regular ward; Mosai stayed up all night without sleep. Feeling exhausted, he leaned over Moyao’s bed and fell asleep. When Moyao woke up in the afternoon, he felt someone tightly holding his hand when he moved it; his chest hurt severely. He pursed his lips as he lowered his head to see Mosai sleeping soundly by the bedside with one hand gripping his own hand. As long as Moyao remained unconscious, Mosai wouldn’t be able to feel anything.

Moyao’s eyes were slightly unfocused; his palm was warm. How many years had it been since he last held hands with him It must have been about ten years ago. He never recalled holding his hand so tightly before. Narrowing his gaze, Moyao saw the bandages wrapping around the injuries on Mosai’s forehead and frowned.

Mosai felt that Moyao had woken up; he hastily opened his eyes. He didn’t hide his excitement as he exclaimed, "Brother, you’re awake! You finally woke up! I was so worried sick about you. Does your chest hurt Are you hungry Should we get someone to bring some food over"

Mosai, in a moment of forgetfulness, asked Moyao this question while still holding his hand; Moyao shook his head slightly. Mosai couldn’t tell whether he was saying that it didn’t hurt or that he wasn’t hungry. He hurriedly asked more questions. Moyao then asked him, "Why are you here"

"Do you remember Someone tried to assassinate you. Fortunately, you’re fine. If someone else were in your place, this bullet would have already claimed their life." Mosai answered, recalling the scene with a lingering sense of unease. The feeling of Moyao bleeding all over and falling beside him was truly terrifying. Since childhood, Moyao had always been an indomitable man who could provide protection to them; in Mosai’s eyes, Moyao was almost invincible. There were rarely any bullet wounds on his body, and he had never seen Moyao fall before him—even as a hypothetical scenario.

Moyao simply existed as a god-like presence within Mosai’s heart.

Moyao frowned; naturally, he was aware of the power of this bullet. At least, it must have been handmade to possess such destructive force. From the moment the bullet pierced through his chest, Moyao had already known. But this particular bullet... Moyao pursed his lips as his gaze turned cold and suddenly asked, "How did you get injured"

Mosai only then noticed that he was still holding Moyao’s hand; he smiled and let go of it while flexing his fist. "I’m fine, just a scratch."

Why is the abrasion wrapped so thoroughly

"Boss, I called a doctor for you to check up on." Mo Baixue said as he walked out of the hospital room. Mo Yao closed his eyes and rested. Just after waking up, he felt very tired; seeing Bai was unexpectedly comforting. There had never been such a feeling before – when opening his eyes, he saw Mo Bai just inches away from him, which made him feel good. Even sleeping beside him didn't give him this kind of pleasant sensation. It turned out that only when sick did he receive such treatment.

After staying in the hospital for two days, Mo Yao couldn't take it anymore. He felt terrible about the atmosphere there and instructed Mo Bai to find a hotel to move to. No matter how much Mo Bai tried persuading him, Mo Yao remained unmoved.

Whenever he got angry, Mo Yao usually had no choice but to yield; however, this time was strange. Mo Yao didn't want to stay in the hospital because his boss didn't like hospitals either, but at least ten days were needed for his body to recover, making it impossible for him to leave or even stay in a hotel.

Who would look after him then

"Boss, can we stay a few more days Just one week. By then, you'll be fine and then we can go."

"Find me a hotel!"

"Isn't this making things difficult for me, boss Who will look after you if you're staying in a hotel" Mo Bai couldn’t help but say, "How are you going to handle meals and daily activities by yourself What kind of situation is this"

"Stop talking nonsense. I hate the smell of hospitals."

"What about spraying some perfume" asked Mo Bai. Mo Yao glared at him; Mo Bai put on a long face and said, "Boss, my mom found out that you got into trouble in my territory because of me being distracted, and she's already going to beat the living daylights out of me. If I can't look after you when staying in a hotel, my mother will definitely come back immediately, thrash me half dead before throwing me out again. Spare me, please... boss… you love me most."

The muscles on Mo Yao's cheek twitched; he didn’t want to bother with Mo Bai and decided to book the hotel himself. Mo Bai quickly took out his phone in surrender, "No, no, I'm scared of you now, let’s stay at my place."

"It's inconvenient," said Mo Yao coldly as he held out his hand for the mobile phone.

"What inconvenience Staying at my house allows me to take better care of you," Mo Bai pointed out. Mo Yao replied icily, "I don't need your care."

Moxiao Bai looked slightly hurt, his big eyes wide and round. "Boss, is this how you talk to your cute little brother It's so heartbreaking. We've always been on good terms as brothers, how could I not take care of you when you're injured"

"No need!"

"Yes, yes, definitely! You'll stay at my place. That's decided then, I haven't served someone in a long time and my skills are getting rusty, so this is great practice for me," Moxiao Bai said. He had some vacation days anyway, so he was sticking to his decision.

"Give me your phone, I'll book a hotel room." Mo Yao insisted.

Moxiao Bai glared at him angrily. "An injured person doesn't have the right to speak! Also, do you even think about your current condition If you protest any further, I’ll throw you out of the window!"

It was rare for Moxiao Bai to talk so boldly with Mo Yao. Mo Yao snorted coldly and said, "I don't stay under one roof with women."

He didn't think about why he got injured in the first place; if it weren't for Moxiao Bai's sudden appearance making him momentarily surprised, combined with his recent preoccupation over matters concerning Moxiao Bai and their long absence from each other, which made him momentarily careless—otherwise, how would he have gotten injured

Who was at fault here

Moxiao Bai froze for a moment, then his playful expression slowly faded. He seemed to be explaining in a low voice, "I live alone."

Mo Yao didn't seem convinced; Moxiao Bai spoke earnestly. "Brother, I promise no one will disturb you. At most, it might be my nagging agent—if you don’t like him, I'll just keep him out of the house altogether. Is that okay now"

Mo Yao frowned with a cold expression; Moxiao Bai awkwardly touched his nose. "If you have nothing else to say, then it's settled."

In the end, Mo Yao had no further objections and got into the car with Moxiao Bai driving him back to his apartment. He took the doctor’s instructions and medication; they were well-trained in dealing with gunshot wounds, so there was little issue with self-care.

Moxiao Bai's apartment was located among a cluster of suburban villas; it was a small two-story villa that wasn’t particularly large but had three rooms: a master bedroom, a study, and one room converted into a small cinema. Therefore, Mo Yao naturally, without any pressure, stayed in the master bedroom.

The villa apartment was his usual place of residence, located in a secluded area with good security. Many artists lived in this area, making it convenient and safe for him to stay here. The master bedroom was on the second floor. When Mu Yao moved, the wound on his chest would bleed profusely; moving around alone caused him immense pain and made walking very difficult. Just after leaving the hospital, Mu Xiaobai had offered to carry him down, but he was sternly glared at by their leader, who wouldn’t appreciate being carried by his younger brother.

But since there were only two people in the house, did it really matter

"Leader, I’ll carry you upstairs," Mu Xiaobai couldn't help but speak up when he saw how difficult it was for their leader to climb the stairs. This sight of his leader made him feel rather heartbroken—how had they suddenly fallen ill

"No need!"

Having been refused several times, Mu Xiaobai touched his nose and said, "I’ve carried you before; I was the one who brought you to the hospital."

Mu Yao panted, deciding to ignore Mu Xiaobai. It took ten minutes for them to climb this staircase. Finally, unable to bear watching any longer, Mu Xiaobai forcibly picked up their leader horizontally and said, "Stop being stubborn; I’ll carry you inside."

Mu Yao’s eyes widened in astonishment. Both of them were almost the same height and build; Mu Xiaobai also had strong arms, so carrying Mu Yao wasn’t a challenge for him.

Mu Yao’s ears turned inexplicably red. It was too late to stop this now, as Mu Xiaobai had already carried him into the bedroom and gently placed him down on the bed. Mu Yao felt incredibly humiliated; he’d never imagined being carried in a princess-style hold by this little punk, even when his body felt so uncomfortable. This absolute embarrassment left him furious.

After being shot unconscious and carried to the hospital by Mu Xiaobai, and then carried upstairs while awake, and now into their bedroom—this was another matter entirely. Ignoring their leader’s protests, Mu Xiaobai asked if he wanted water.

Mu Yao glared at him but didn't say a word.

Mu Xiaobai acted like a child and said, "Leader, don’t be like this; I’ve already carried you. Even if you glare at me it won’t change anything. Don’t worry; I’ll never tell anyone about this. You’re still our glorious leader. Hehe…"

Mu Yao was furious while Mu Xiaobai laughed even more brightly and asked, "Leader, are you hungry I can make some porridge for you. My cooking skills aren't bad."

Mu Yao turned his face away, choosing to remain silent.

"Ah, I thought you were being shy. I’ll go cook the porridge," said Mu Xiaobai as he walked to the door and then turned back to say, "Leader, your image really is glorious. I swear."r Is it a tattoo" Mo Wushuang asks as her finger brushes over her shoulder, finding no trace of a tattoo. With such an obedient girl like Warm, there is little reason for her to get one.The butterfly...