Rebirth in the End of the World: My Little Godly Man

There were no dangers along the way. There were only a few zombies in the huge Chinese medicine clinic. They were staggering around, and when they heard Mo Yanshu's voice, they limped out.

The movement was not fast, but Mo Yanshu raised his dagger and slashed it, and several zombies quickly fell to the ground.

He followed the prescription Xu Fei wrote for him, searching for herbs and weighing them at the same time, 10 grams of this, 1 gram of that, and he got several packets, feeling overwhelmed.

If I had known earlier, I should have asked Wang Xin to drive the truck and bring back the entire cabinet...

After going to three pharmacies that sold traditional Chinese medicine, he finally prepared all the medicines. Before leaving, he also took a small casserole for decocting medicine.

After returning to the hotel, he first boiled the medicine downstairs and then ran upstairs with the medicine.

Standing at the door of the room, he calmed down a little and then opened the door.

When he entered, Wang Xin was sitting at the small table in a daze. Hearing the voice, he turned his head and looked towards the door: "You're back? Pretty quick."

"Yeah, I'm not idle." Mo Yanshu nodded and looked into the room. Everyone had left, and Li Muchen was still sleeping soundly. He looked at Li Muchen's sleeping face and felt a little dazed for a moment.

"Okay, then I'll be leaving. I have something else to discuss with them. You just take good care of him. I just asked, and normally speaking, it's impossible for him to lose so much energy and blood all at once." Wang Xin paused here and looked at Mo Yanshu deeply. He seemed to have some implication but didn't continue.

"I know." Mo Yanshu frowned slightly, nodded slightly and said, "Go ahead and do your work. I know what's going on."

"Yeah." Wang Xin responded, then he tidied up the things on the table, stacked them up, raised his hand and tapped them lightly, and said, "It's not done yet, I'll take these away first."

"Okay." Mo Yanshu responded.

"Click."

Wang Xin closed the door from the outside, and the room was silent with only the sound of Li Muchen's even breathing.

Mo Yanshu looked at the medicine, then looked at the person on the bed, and frowned slightly.

He walked to the bed and sat down against the headboard, then raised his hands to pick up Li Muchen and let him lean on him.

He scooped a small spoonful of medicine and fed it to his lips. He said softly, "Mu Chen, take some medicine and go back to sleep?"

In response to him, he heard Li Muchen's even breathing, and the medicine that was fed to his lips flowed down along the corners of his lips.

Mo Yanshu became anxious.

Xu Fei told him to think of a solution, but he wasn't a doctor, so what kind of solution could he come up with...

Ok?

and many more!

Mo Yanshu looked at the black medicine in the bowl with a frown.

It seems that there is no other way at the moment.

He raised his hand and gently supported the back of Li Muchen's neck, then slightly tilted Li Muchen's head back and leaned it on his shoulder.

Then, Mo Yanshu took a deep breath, held his breath, picked up the bowl of medicine, took a sip and held it in his mouth, then slowly approached Li Muchen.

The medicine had a strange taste, sour and bitter.

He frowned.

Their lips touched lightly and he carefully passed the medicine over.

She looked at Li Muchen with focused and gentle eyes, and moved very slowly, for fear of choking Li Muchen. Every interaction of their breaths was filled with the bitterness and warmth of the medicine.

He fed the medicine a bowl of medicine bit by bit, the bitterness raged in his mouth, Mo Yanshu was tortured by the bitterness and had a headache, but when his eyes fell on Li Muchen's sleeping face, he finally just frowned.

After finishing a bowl of medicine, Li Muchen still didn't wake up.

Mo Yanshu felt his breath with some concern, and then felt his pulse. He felt his pulse not to see what Li Muchen's condition was, but just to confirm whether this person's pulse was still there...

The person on the bed turned over and hugged his waist. Mo Yanshu was stunned for a moment, then sighed softly and raised his hand to pat Li Muchen's back gently.

Go to sleep, have a good sleep, and you will feel better when you wake up.

If he had persisted a little longer...

Such a small thing...

Li Muchen consumed a lot of energy and blood because of this matter...

The pulse is as thin as a thread. Although he has never studied Chinese medicine, this word doesn't sound like a good word.

He shouldn't have believed what Li Muchen said before! What fortune telling is fine! It can't be that easy!

With his thoughts tangled, Mo Yanshu leaned against the head of the bed, changed into a more comfortable position, and just held the person in his arms without moving.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but when he came to his senses, his body was a little stiff from sitting there.

Just as I was about to get up and stretch my legs, the person next to me suddenly smacked his lips and muttered, "Yanshu... so bitter..."

Mo Yanshu's heart moved, he looked down for a long time, raised his eyebrows slightly, and raised his hand to pinch Li Muchen's nose.

"Well……"

"You're awake and you're not getting up! Are you trying to scare me?"

"How long have I been asleep?"

"All day! I think you'll scare me to death sooner or later."

"Only one day, not long. Look at the masters in other people's books. They sleep for several years or hundreds of years, and their disciples guard their bedsides... um..."

Before Li Muchen could finish his words, he felt a pain on his lips. The taste of the medicine was not only bitter, but also seemed to have a sweet aftertaste, which spread wildly in their mouths.

He opened his eyes and looked at Mo Yanshu, only to see that Mo Yanshu's eyes were like a deep pool, hiding endless worry and uneasiness, and there were some red bloodshot in the whites of his eyes.

Li Muchen suddenly felt a slight chill on his cheek. It was Mo Yanshu's right hand gently holding his face.

Li Muchen's gaze softened instantly. He raised his hand and placed it on Mo Yanshu's hand. The warmth from his palm spread, and Mo Yanshu's hand gradually became warm as well.

Mo Yanshu's breathing was very heavy, and his lips were warm, as if carrying an electric current, invading him wantonly. This kiss was different from the previous ones, it seemed a little out of control and uneasy.

"soon?"

"I... um..."

Feeling Mo Yanshu's unreasonable aggression, Li Muchen thought that his brain seemed to be deprived of oxygen. He hugged Mo Yanshu tightly with one hand and patted his back gently.

"From now on, you are not allowed to tell fortunes anymore." Mo Yanshu said in a low voice, with emotions surging in his eyes.

The hot breath intertwined with each other. Li Muchen opened his mouth slightly and was about to speak, but the next second, his lips were sealed by Mo Yanshu again.

The hot and turbulent emotions are churning...

"You'd better stop talking."

A low voice sounded in his ears, and Li Muchen felt helpless for a moment. To be honest, the situation was critical at the time, and he didn't think too much about it. He used everything he had learned and knew. He really didn't expect the impact to be so great that he could sleep for a whole day.

I guess Mo Yanshu was really scared when he fell asleep.

He gently stroked Mo Yanshu's back, again and again.

It was unknown how long it had been before Mo Yanshu stopped. Emotions were surging in his eyes, and the words he said were domineering, yet childish.

"Tell me, you will listen to me from now on. If I don't let you, you can't tell fortunes! You are not a master. If you waste your energy on fortune-telling, you might as well just stab me with a knife."

"Hey!" Li Muchen raised his head slightly, raised his hands and pinched Mo Yanshu's cheeks and pulled them to both sides. He chuckled and said, "My aloof Yanshu is really gone! Now he is the love-brained Yanshushu~"

Mo Yanshu's eyes darkened, and he pinched Li Muchen's cheek with his backhand, snorting coldly: "You don't agree?"

"Hey! Stop pinching! Stop pinching, I was wrong!" Li Muchen smiled, tilted his head and gave Mo Yanshu a light kiss on the lips, looking at Mo Yanshu with sparkling eyes.

"My dear Yanshu! I'm sorry for making you worry. I promise I won't do that again. I will listen to you, everything you say."

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