Reborn as a petite ex-uncle

Mo Ran turned around and was about to speak, but found that something was wrong with him.

Cheeks are red.

Touching her hand, the skin temperature also seemed a little high.

She hurriedly asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Jin Xuanzhi noticed his strangeness, raised his hand and touched his forehead: "Oh, maybe I have a little fever."

We waded several times back and forth, and it was raining to some extent, and the wind was still blowing, so I probably caught a cold.

Mo Ran took a deep breath: "Do you... want to go to the hospital?"

"It's just a fever, it's not enough." Now it's her who is more important.

Seeing that he looked fine, she gently took off his hand: "Go back and take some medicine first, and rest. I'll go first."

As he spoke, he turned around and rushed into the wind and rain that hadn't stopped.

After buying vegetables and returning to the apartment, Mo Ran absent-mindedly made two side dishes and boiled white rice.

When cutting vegetables, I accidentally cut my finger.

This is something that has never been done before.

She understood that she had been thinking about his illness.

Don't know if the fever has subsided?

He told himself that he was just a grown man, he just caught a cold, it was nothing serious, and he was too nervous.

After much thought, she was unwilling to eat, so she put down her chopsticks after two bites.

But I couldn't help picking up the phone, and wanted to send a text message to ask him, if it's better.

Just then, the phone rang.

When she saw that it was an unfamiliar mobile phone number, she was taken aback, and then picked up:

"Hello, who is it?"

A woman's voice came from over there:

"Hi, is this Mo Ran? I'm Su Mi, and I'm Xuanzhi's mother. I think you should already know me very well."

Mo Ran immediately stayed where she was.

Hyun Ji's mother...

Su Mi.

She has always been ashamed, afraid to hear the name.

Su Mi seemed to be able to understand her feelings at the moment, so she didn't speak, and waited for her to calm down slowly.

After a while, Mo Ran said: "Aunt Su Mi, hello. You... what can I do for you?"

Su Mi said, "Xuanzhi is in the hospital, do you want to see him?"

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When Mo Ran rushed to the hospital, she saw Su Mi standing at the door holding an umbrella.

She has a soft and beautiful appearance that can't tell her age, with black hair hanging down her shoulders, slim and elegant.

After learning about Mo Ran's appearance, Su Mi and Huo Shenxiu temporarily suspended their journey and rushed back to Tancheng, which was the day before yesterday. ,

Seeing Mo Ran at this moment, Su Mi had a smile on her face, so warm.

At first glance, this child's facial features are a little similar to Su Langyou's, but they are not at all like him. He has a toughness and a gentleness that makes people feel good about him.

It hurts.

Su Langyou, you are lucky to have a good daughter.

The rain stopped for a while on the road, and the sun could be seen faintly in the sky.

Although Mo Ran has never met Su Mi, she has watched it countless times on TV since she was a child. At this moment, her eyes flashed involuntarily, and she dared not look at her.

Su Mi took the initiative to come over, and said in a gentle voice, "You must be Mo Ran."

Mo Ranqing couldn't help but move his body with the gentle voice like a spring breeze.

This voice was the voice of her mother in her dreams, but it was a pity that her mother had never spoken to her like that.

She got a lump in her throat, raised her face, and nodded: "It's me, auntie."

Su Mi took her hand: "Go, go in. Xuanzhi is in the ward."

She felt that Su Mi's hand was very warm, a warmth that she had never tried before, and as she walked, she asked, "Auntie, what's wrong with Xuan, does she have a severe fever?"

In the phone call just now, Su Mi only said that Xuanzhi had a higher fever after going back, so she came to the hospital, and she was undergoing infusion at the moment, and the fever has subsided, so there is nothing serious, but she was still a little worried.

Su Mi just looked at her and smiled slightly: "Do you know how nervous you are?"

She blushed subconsciously, avoiding her eyes.

"If you want to ask, you can ask him yourself." Su Mi led her upstairs, walked outside a ward, and signaled her to go in by herself.

Mo Ran let go of her hand and didn't go in right away, looking at Su Mi:

"Auntie, aren't you angry with me?"

Su Mi smiled: "Why should I be angry with you?"

One sentence made the biggest stone in Mo Ran's heart drop.

Su Mi said softly: "Mo Ran, you have to remember that whether it's a rose living in a castle or a weed growing in a crevice of a rock, everyone has the right to live a good life."

There was an inexplicable urge to moisten her eye sockets, and then she nodded.

Opening the door and entering, she saw Jin Xuanzhi lying on the bed near the window, with a drip hanging on the back of his left hand, with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

She didn't dare to disturb him, so she bent down and tried his forehead temperature, and found that her body temperature had returned to normal, she breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to lean over and close the window to prevent the wind from blowing in and others would catch her wrist.

He was already awake, and was smiling to himself.

She hurriedly said, "You're awake, are you okay? Aunt Su Mi called me..."

When he heard her calling Aunt Su Mi, the smile on his lips became more intense: "It's all right. Sit down."

She sat down and couldn't help but said, "I'm sorry, if you hadn't accompanied me to send those children across the road, you wouldn't have gotten into the hospital."

There was a smile in his eyes, and he interrupted in a warm voice: "Actually, I have a fever, and there is no need to go to the hospital. My parents are too nervous."

Mo Ran found it strange to say this: "...why are they so nervous?"

He still smiled: "I had leukemia when I was a child, and I almost couldn't survive."

Mo Ran's face changed. She never knew about this. He actually suffered from such a serious illness?

"I got better after receiving bone marrow transplantation, but I will also face the risk of recurrence. Therefore, every time I get sick, even if it is a cold or fever, my mother will be very nervous." His tone was calm and fearless, as if Not something that happened to me.

Mo Ran was speechless for a moment.

He continued: "You said that I have lived in a honeypot since I was a child, and I have never seen darkness and disgust, and I am a person from two worlds. In fact, I want to tell you that I am not as good as you imagined. When I was young, I faced death just like you."

"Before the bone marrow operation, I went in and out of the hospital frequently, and the hospital is my second home."

"My childhood memories are full of the smell of disinfectant and the cries of the patient's family members."

"I have never experienced what you have experienced, but what I have experienced may also be beyond your imagination.

Mo Ran's heart buzzed as if it had been hit by something.

"We are all people who faced the darkness when we were young, but," he stared at her persistently:

"We both came out."

"The next road, let's continue to walk together, okay?"

"I don't know if I can go to the end, but at least, let me accompany you, protect you, and go to the farthest."

Mo Ran felt that this was the most tender love story in the world.

It was as if the hardest part of my heart had melted.

He put one hand on her shoulder, tried to lower his head, leaned his cheek towards her, smelled the fragrance on her skin, his heart was throbbing, he couldn't help it,

"However... I have one more request."

"Ok?"

"I won't call you uncle."

The man laughed, bowing his head and neck.

Outside the window, at some point, the rain that had been raining for more than three days had stopped, the sun peeked out from the thick clouds, and the sun covered the earth.