All My Fans in the World [Quick Transmigration]

5917 hesitated for a moment, then suddenly remembered a word Mo Ziyu once said, "Maybe he's just a late bloomer..."

Mo Ziyu nodded and praised 5917 for his profound knowledge, then hurriedly washed Xue Zhiyuan, wiped it clean and threw it on the bed, took off his soaked clothes, rinsed it quickly, wrapped himself in a towel and walked out of the bathroom.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and the butler's voice came from outside the door, "Patriarch, the hangover soup is ready."

"Come in, the door is unlocked." Mo Ziyu found the hair dryer from the drawer, pointed to the bedside table when the butler entered the room, "Just put it on it."

Mo Ziyu's body is now in the shape of an adult male. Because he pays attention to fitness, his muscle lines are perfect, but not exaggerated. As long as he doesn't smile, he looks full of masculinity, which makes Mo Ziyu very satisfied.

Tan Moyang did not expect to see such a casual side of the always serious and stern Patriarch, he couldn't help being a little surprised for a moment, and even forgot to put down the tray in his hand.

Mo Ziyu glanced at the housekeeper, "Go to rest after putting it down, it's getting late."

"Yes, yes, Patriarch." Tan Moyang realized at this moment that he was distracted by watching the Patriarch, hurriedly put down the hangover soup, said goodbye and left.

Mo Ziyu dried his hair half-dried, then glanced at the male protagonist who was sleeping soundly on the bed, gave up the idea of ​​pouring him hangover soup, walked to the other side of the bed and climbed up.

Lying on the bed, Mo Ziyu frowned and said, "It may be difficult for this body to live for five years."

5917, who was wondering that Mo Ziyu let go of the handsome butler so easily, was shocked when he heard this, and was about to ask a question, but saw that Mo Ziyu had closed his eyes, breathing evenly, and seemed to have fallen asleep.

On the second day, Xue Zhiyuan woke up with a severe headache, and was about to check the time on his bedside phone as usual, when he suddenly realized that there was a hand on his body, and it was a man's hand.

This fact made him wake up completely in a flash, and subconsciously raised his eyes, just in time to meet the man's sleeping face.

Xue Zhiyuan was originally from a single-parent family, and his father worked as a bodyguard in the Xue family. Although there is no mother, the father and son are still living well, but something unexpected happened. When his father was working, he blocked a gun for the head of the Xue family who had just taken office at that time. Died young, he became an orphan.

Then Xue Mingyu adopted him.

He was ten years old at the time, and Xue Mingyu was only eighteen years old, just an adult, but with a straight face, he looked cold and majestic, and he looked ten years older than his real age.

Xue Zhiyuan hated Xue Mingyu. He stubbornly believed that if it wasn't for Xue Mingyu, his father would not have died, and he would not have become an orphan.

So whatever Xue Mingyu asked him to do, he would do it against him.

However, he never thought that he would wake up one day and be lying on the same bed as Xue Mingyu.

Sleeping Xue Mingyu's sharp facial features softened, his eyelashes were long, dark and rich in color, his lips were no longer majesticly pursed, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and his whole face looked childish.

Until this time, Xue Zhiyuan believed that Xue Mingyu was only eight years older than him, and not.

Xue Mingyu's lip color is a beautiful light pink, not plump, but very attractive. Xue Zhiyuan fixed his eyes on the man's lips, leaned forward, and woke up suddenly when he was about to touch the man's lips, and from the man's Withdrawing his body under his arms, he quickly got out of bed and fled the room.

Until he returned to the room, Xue Zhiyuan still had some lingering fears in his heart. He held his beating heart and spat at himself. He actually wanted to kiss that guy just now.

"The favorability of the male lead is +10%, and the current favorability is -20%."

After Xue Zhiyuan went out, Mo Ziyu opened his eyes. His eyes were clear, he looked at the closed door, turned over, and slowly got up from the bed.

Mo Ziyu glanced at the wall clock on the wall. It was eight o'clock, which was past Xue Mingyu's usual wake-up time.

Fortunately, it's the weekend.

After putting on his shirt and tie, and combing his hair back into that overly mature hairstyle, Mo Ziyu went downstairs.

At this moment, Zhiyuan Xue was already sitting at the dining table, and the servants were serving dishes on the table one by one. When he saw Mo Ziyu, Zhiyuan Xue's eyes suddenly paused, and then he snorted and looked away, and the chopsticks in his hand mercilessly poked into the bowl In the steamed stuffed bun.

"My son really hates me." Mo Ziyu smiled in his heart.

5917 nodded in agreement, no matter what, it was Xue Mingyu who adopted him, and his favorability was actually negative.

Mo Ziyu sat down in the first place indifferently, ignored Xue Mingyu, took a bowl of porridge and began to drink slowly.

After barely drinking half a bowl, he put the bowl down and looked at the green-haired boy who had poked the buns out of shape with a blank face, "The tutor will come later, you are not allowed to go out again, Mo Yang, look he."

"Yes, Patriarch." The housekeeper bowed slightly.

Mo Ziyu glanced at the obedient butler, ignored the staring young man, wiped the corners of his mouth, got up, turned and left.

Staring at the man's back, Xue Zhiyuan thought of the exceptionally moist lips when the man wiped his mouth just now, pursed his lips and snorted out of his nose, and then looked away, but the unhappiness in his heart was much less.

"The favorability of the male protagonist +20%, the current favorability is 0%."

5917 was a little happy, but also a little apprehensive. It always felt that since the beginning of this world, the host had treated it a lot colder.

"Don't think about it, I'm just a little uncomfortable." Mo Ziyu sat in the back seat of the car, closed his eyes tightly, "Xiao Wu, help me get a bottle of painkiller."

5917: "Yes, the host." It turns out that the host didn't deliberately indifference it!Then it became worried again, how painful is the pain that even the host can't bear?And it has not been seen at all from yesterday to today.

No wonder the host doesn't even hook up with the handsome guy right in front of him.

After taking a bottle of medicine, the pain from the head and stomach did not relieve. Mo Ziyu had some guesses in his heart, rubbed his violently throbbing temples, and walked out from the car door opened by the driver.

With his usual expression, he said to the driver who was waiting beside him, "Pick me up here in five hours."

"Okay, master."

This is a private hospital, but it is a private hospital that gathers the top medical technology in China. When Mo Ziyu walked to the door of the hospital, there was already someone waiting. He also had a stethoscope on his chest, apparently coming down in a hurry.

"It's been a long time." Mo Ziyu stood still in front of the man.

A warm smile appeared on Han Fuchen's face, "I haven't waited long, little...Mingyu, come in quickly, what's wrong with you? I'll arrange a checkup for you."

Han Fuchen is a doctor in this hospital and also Xue Mingyu's cousin. They played well when they were young, but since Xue Mingyu took over the family business, the relationship between the two has faded. The reason why Mo Ziyu found him today was not just because He has excellent medical skills, and more importantly, he is the second male lead in the plot.

Mo Ziyu nodded towards Han Fuchen, "I want to have a full body checkup, please excuse my cousin."

Seeing that the once pure and lovely little cousin turned into a cold-faced iceberg, Han Fuchen's eyes flashed with distress. The previous resentment caused by Xue Mingyu's deliberate alienation dissipated, and his expression became much more kind.

5917 is no longer surprised by the fact that the host has successfully obtained the favorability of various male supporting passers-by without doing anything. It is worried about the current physical condition of the host. Death is also counted as mission failure.

Han Fuchen is the director-level doctor of the hospital, so the person who brought him naturally has priority. Within three hours, Mo Ziyu had the result.

"How is it?" Seeing the man's serious expression, Mo Ziyu tapped on the table lightly, his expression unchanged.

"You..." Han Fuchen glanced at Mo Ziyu, hesitant to speak.

"Just say it." Mo Ziyu nodded, the worst outcome was that he would not live for a few days.

"Benign tumor in the brain." Han Fuchen pointed to the X-ray film, "If it is not removed, it is very likely to compress the optic nerve and cause chronic headaches." He glanced at Mo Ziyu with concern.

Mo Ziyu nodded, "What else?"

Han Fuchen's eyes were complicated, and he took out another X-ray, "This is your stomach." He paused on it with his fingers, "Although it's not stomach cancer, the gastric ulcer is already very serious. However, the most serious thing is not this Two situations, but..."

Speaking of this, Han Fuchen changed the subject, with a confused look on his face, "I remember that our family has no history of heart disease, and your father's family has never heard of it."

"No." Mo Ziyu looked at Han Fuchen, "So how long can I live?"

Being questioned so bluntly, Han Fuchen couldn't help flashing a look of astonishment on his face. The patients he had met before were crying and begging him to leave them alone, but Mo Ziyu didn't ask any questions and only cared about himself. How much time is left.

"If you have a suitable heart, you can live for 40 years or more. If you don't, you can live for four years or less." Han Fuchen paused, and then continued, "The premise is that you let me help you. The tumor in the head was removed."

"Otherwise?"

"Up to three years." Han Fuchen said, "And because of the tumor pressure, you are very likely to lose your sight at any time."

"Yeah, I got it." Mo Ziyu took the laboratory test sheet handed over by Han Fuchen, "Thank you, I'll go back first, and we have a chance to have dinner together."

"How about now, I invite you." Han Fuchen stood up and invited.

Mo Ziyu showed a smile for the first time, "No need, next time, I will treat you next time."

When he came back to his senses, Han Fuchen's hands trembled and his expression froze when he saw his cousin who had just gone away in such a cool way... Is this guy desperate?

5917 is crying, the host is so pitiful.

Mo Ziyu made a phone call, and the driver was already waiting at the gate of the hospital.

"Patriarch, where are you going next?" Without daring to look at Mo Ziyu's face, the driver was obviously a little nervous. He was the special driver of the Patriarch the day before, so it's no wonder he was nervous.

"Go home." Mo Ziyu nodded to the little driver, "Don't be nervous, I don't eat people."

"Host, are you really not going to have surgery?" 5917 still couldn't help asking.

"With that time, it's better to complete the task earlier." Mo Ziyu twitched his lips slightly, "This result is better than I imagined."

"Then why did you reject the male second's invitation just now?" No matter how you look at it, the male second is a perfect handsome guy. With the character of the host, it is naturally impossible to refuse.

Mo Ziyu closed his eyes and leaned on the back seat, "He will come to me."

At this moment, the car stopped abruptly.

"Sorry, Patriarch, a woman suddenly rushed out in front of the car." The little driver's face was covered with sweat.

Mo Ziyu opened his eyes, just in time to see the woman outside the car looking angrily at the woman in the car.

She was wearing a white lace dress with half-length hair hanging down lightly. She looked sweet and lovely, and she looked very cute.