The spring breeze is not as long as your love

The old man said: "Qu Wanwan is actually my daughter, I hope..."

The voice behind it was so low that only the two of them could hear it.

Mo Chenxiao frowned, his handsome face became more and more serious.

After finishing speaking, the old man asked: "Can you promise me?"

Mo Chenxiao's black eyes were deep, he said that as long as Su Mowan survived, he would give everything.

"As long as you can make Su Mowan healthy as before, I promise you."

The old man's eyes lit up, and he said solemnly, "Okay, I believe Mr. Mo is a man of his word!"

After speaking, he turned to the doctor and told the doctor that he could perform the operation on Su Mowan.

The doctor looked at Mo Chenxiao.

Mo Chenxiao nodded and asked all the medical staff to cooperate with him.

Since the old man has something to ask for, he will not mess around during the operation.

The door of the operating room closed and the red light came on.

Mo Chenxiao stood quietly outside the door, wishing he could lie on the operating table for Su Mowan.

"President Mo, the police confirmed that no one was left alive at the scene. The robber who was seriously injured and failed to escape committed suicide by oral potassium cyanide." Yan Cheng reported after answering the phone.

"Go and find out where Mo Yichen was and what he did from last night to today." Mo Chenxiao said coldly.

"Yes, President!"

The operation lasted twelve hours.

Mo Chenxiao waited outside for twelve hours.

The door of the operating room opened, and the doctor and the old man walked out.

Mo Chenxiao got up immediately: "How is the wounded?"

The doctor said: "The operation was very successful. The old man's medical skills are really unparalleled. The most exquisite instruments in the world are not as good as the old man's rejuvenating hands."

The old man said: "There shouldn't be any serious problems, I guess people will wake up after the anesthetic has passed."

Mo Chenxiao said in a deep voice, "Thank you everyone."

The old man said: "Just take care of yourself later on, I won't stay here any longer, Mr. Mo, please keep your promise!"

Mo Chenxiao paused, and said, "Okay, I will."

The old man said: "I know Wanwan has been looking for me all this time, but in order not to get her into trouble, it's better not to let her know that I've been here."

Mo Chenxiao's eyes darkened: "Okay."

He is not God, and there is no need to care about other people's grievances.

What's more, since the old man didn't want him to help, he naturally had his reasons.

The old man looked at the others.

Mo Chenxiao understood what he meant, and waved his hands to let the others leave.

In the silent corridor, only the two of them were left.

The old man warned: "Don't let anyone know that she is my apprentice, and don't let people know her medical skills, otherwise she will be very dangerous."

Mo Chenxiao frowned: "Can you tell me the reason?"

The old man shook his head: "Knowing nothing is the best protection for you."

Mo Chenxiao's eyes became darker and darker: "Then can you tell me what to call you?"

The old man said: "It's just a wild man in a mountain village, it doesn't matter if I don't know his name."

Mo Chenxiao was full of doubts.

Such an unworldly expert lives alone in the mountains.

The daughter didn't know his father, and was adopted as an orphan.

These mysteries seem to portend larger secrets.

But if these had nothing to do with him, Mo Chenxiao would not meddle in his own business.

There is a saying that when you stare into the abyss, the abyss also stares into you.

The best way to stay out of trouble is to stay out of trouble.

"Mr. Mo, I'll leave Wanwan to you!"

After finishing speaking, the old man bowed deeply to Mo Chenxiao, then turned and left the hospital without another word.

Su Mowan was transferred to the ICU. He had to stay in the ICU for two days to ensure that his vital signs were stable and everything was normal before he could be transferred to a normal VIP ward.

Mo Chenxiao hasn't told his family about Su Mowan's injury yet, and he has to confirm one thing.

Soon, his subordinates reported the results of Mo Yichen's whereabouts investigation to Mo Chenxiao.

"The young master has stayed in a farmyard in Daliushu Village from last night until now, and has not gone out. Hearing about the injury of the young mistress today, he is already on his way back to the city and is heading here."

Mo Chenxiao narrowed his eyes: "Really?"

He also wanted to have a good chat with this elder brother who was dragging his terminally ill body and running around.

Not long after, the police also rushed to the hospital.

The city bureau sent additional staff to protect the victims, and asked Mo Chenxiao to take notes.

An hour later, Mo Yichen arrived at the hospital.

As soon as he got out of the car, he saw Mo Chenxiao standing at the door with a stern expression.

Mo Yichen's footsteps paused: "Chen Xiao, why are you here, how are your siblings doing?"

Mo Chenxiao looked at him sharply, and said coldly: "Siblings? Does elder brother really regard Wanwan as a younger sibling?"

As he spoke, he walked down the steps step by step.

Mo Yichen pursed his lips and remained silent for two seconds before saying, "Is Su Mowan alright?"

Mo Chenxiao stood a foot away from him.

A tense atmosphere filled the two of them.

Mo Chenxiao's gaze is like a knife, as if he wants to pierce his flesh and see through his soul:

"She worked so hard to heal you, but you want to put her to death. Let me see what kind of face you have under this human skin mask!"

As Mo Chenxiao said, he grabbed and held Mo Yichen down, and raised his hand to tear his face...

Mo Yichen was caught off guard and had no time to resist. He only felt a burning pain on his face, and his facial features were about to be torn apart.

"Mo Chenxiao... let go..." Mo Yichen grabbed Mo Chenxiao's hand, was out of breath and slurred his words.

Mo Chenxiao unceremoniously tore and kneaded Mo Yichen's face a few times, making sure that it wasn't special effects makeup or imitation human skin mask, or plastic surgery or something, before he gave up.

Mo Yichen rubbed his red and swollen face, breathing in the pain.

Mo Chenxiao frowned, but the suspicion in his eyes did not diminish.

He grabbed Mo Yichen's throat: "Say, who are you?"

"Hmm..." Mo Yichen didn't expect him to do it directly in public, "I...it's me..."

Mo Chenxiao's eyes grew more murderous, his fingers squeezed hard, and his throat crackled.

Mo Yichen opened his mouth, his face turned purple from holding back, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and he was full of pain: "Ahhmm..."

Mo Chenxiao remained unmoved, and the strength in his hand became heavier and heavier: "Say it?"

Mo Yichen rolled his eyes: "I don't know...what to say..."

Seeing this, the driver's face turned green with fright: "Third Young Master, the Eldest Young Master is dying, please let go!"

Only then did Mo Chenxiao let go of his hand, and flung Mo Yichen aside.

Mo Yichen held his nearly broken throat and coughed violently...

Pedestrians passing by stopped and looked at this side.

Mo Chenxiao looked at Mo Yichen coldly: "If I find out that you did it, I will make ten holes in your chest!"

Mo Yichen calmed down a little, and gasped, "You lunatic! Sooner or later, the Mo family will be destroyed by your hands!"