The doctor said, "Fortunately, his heart is on the right side, so the bullet did not damage his vital parts. Although he saved his life, we still have to see if he can survive tonight. If he survives tonight, he will be fine."
Mo Xiaobai breathed a sigh of relief and secretly cursed himself for being confused. The boss's heart was different from other people's. It grew on the right side. This was a genetic trait in their family. He was so confused that he forgot about it. But even if his heart was not hurt, the location was still there.
No joke.
Tonight is the most important night. If you pass tonight, everything will be fine.
Mo Yao was pushed to the intensive care unit. Mo Xiaobai was very worried outside. Brother, you must hold on. I will accept any beating or scolding.
Mo Yao was lucky to survive the night, turned the corner and was sent to the general ward. Mo Xiaobai stayed up all night without sleeping. He was so tired that he fell asleep on Mo Yao's bed. When Mo Yao woke up, it was already afternoon.
, as soon as he moved his hand, he felt someone holding his hand tightly, and his chest hurt. He pursed his lips, lowered his head and saw Mo Xiaobai lying beside the bed, holding his hand with one hand. He slept soundly, and he woke up
Even Xiaobai can't feel it.
Mo Yao's eyes were slightly absent-minded, and his palms were very warm. How many years had it been since he held his hand tightly? It had been almost ten years, and he had never held his hand so tightly before. He narrowed his eyes and saw
When he was injured and wrapped in gauze, his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.
Mo Xiaobai noticed that he was awake and hurriedly opened his eyes, not hiding the ecstasy on his face, "Brother, you're awake. You're finally awake. I'm worried to death. Does your chest hurt? Are you hungry?"
Should I ask someone to get you something to eat?"
He asked Mo Yao in a daze, forgetting to hold his hand. Mo Yao shook his head slightly. Mo Xiaobai didn't know whether he meant he didn't feel any pain, wasn't hungry, or something else, so he hurriedly asked a few more questions.
Mo Yao asked, "Why are you here?"
"Have you forgotten? You were plotted against someone. Fortunately, nothing happened. If it had been someone else, this bullet would have killed him long ago." Mo Xiaobai said. Thinking of that scene, he was still frightened. Mo Yao was covered in blood.
The feeling of falling next to him was really scary, because since he was a child, Mo Yao had always been an upright man who could protect their younger brother. In Mo Xiaobai's eyes, he was so powerful and almost omnipotent.
There were very few bullet holes in his body, and he had never seen Mo Yao fall down in front of him. Even if it was a hypothesis, he had never made such a hypothesis.
Because Mo Yao is really a god-like existence in his heart.
Mo Yao frowned. He naturally knew the power of this bullet. At least it was a handmade bullet with such power. He knew it the moment the bullet hit his chest, but this bullet... Mo Yao knew it the moment it hit his chest.
Yao pursed his lips, his eyes turned cold, and he suddenly asked, "What's the matter with the injury on your hand?"
Only then did Mo Xiaobai notice that he was holding Mo Yao's hand. He let go with a smile and raised his fist, "It's okay, just a little scratch."
Abrasions will be wrapped so badly?
"Boss, I'll ask the doctor to check you." Mo Xiaobai said and walked out of the ward. Mo Yao closed his eyes to rest. He had just woken up and was very tired. He saw Xiaobai unexpectedly and felt relieved. He had never felt like this before.
It felt good to see Mo Xiaobai close at hand as soon as I opened my eyes. Even if I had slept next to him, I never had such a good feeling. It turned out that I was treated like this only when I was sick.
Mo Yao couldn't stay in the hospital for two days. The hospital felt terrible. He asked Mo Xiaobai to find a hotel to move him to. Mo Xiaobai kept talking and got angry in the end, but Mo Yao was indifferent.
When he gets angry, Mo Yao usually has no choice but to stick to him, but this time it's strange. Mo Yao doesn't want to stay in the hospital. He knows that the boss doesn't like hospitals, but his health will last for at least ten days.
If you have good talent, you can't go out to live, let alone stay in a hotel.
Who takes care of him?
"Boss, can we stay here for a few more days? It will be just a week and it will be almost fine. How about we go back then?"
“Looking for a hotel!”
"Boss, aren't you making things difficult for me? If you go to a hotel to stay, who will take care of you?" Mo Xiaobai couldn't help it anymore, "How are you going to deal with food, drink, housing and transportation by yourself? What kind of thing is this?"
"Don't talk nonsense, I hate the smell of hospitals."
"Can I spray a few bottles of perfume?" Mo Xiaobai asked. Mo Yao glared at him. Mo Xiaobai said with a sad face, "Boss, my mommy knows that something happened to you on my territory, or because you were distracted, you are already close to death."
Beat me to death. If you go to stay in a hotel and no one takes care of you, my mommy will definitely come back right away and beat me half to death before throwing me out. Please spare me, wuwu, boss...you love me the most."
The muscles on Mo Yao's cheeks twitched and he didn't bother to pay attention to Mo Xiaobai. He booked a hotel by himself. Mo Xiaobai hurriedly took the phone and raised his hands in surrender, "No, no, I'm afraid of you. Stay at my house."
"It's inconvenient." Mo Yao said coldly, stretched out his hand, "Bring me the phone."
"What's the inconvenience? You live in my house so I can take care of you." Mo Xiaobai said, and Mo Yao said coldly, "I don't need you to take care of me."
Mo Xiaobai looked at him with some hurt, his big eyes were round, "Boss, are you saying this to your lovely brother? It hurts my heart so much, my heart is broken. How can I always be a brother and friend? You are hurt.
How could I not take care of you?"
"No need!"
"Yes, yes, yes, you must live in my house. That's it. I haven't served anyone for a long time. My skills are all rusty. It's just a good time to practice." Mo Xiaobai said. Anyway, he also had a vacation, so he just wanted to practice.
So decided.
"Bring your mobile phone and book a hotel." Mo Yao insisted.
Mo Xiaobai was angry, "The injured person has no right to speak, and I don't want to think about your broken body now. If you protest again, I will throw you downstairs."
It was rare for him to talk to Mo Yao so boldly. Mo Yao snorted, "I don't live under the same roof as a woman."
He didn't want to think about why he was injured. If Mo Xiaobai hadn't suddenly appeared, he would have been surprised for a moment. In addition, he was worried about his affairs recently, felt unhappy, and hadn't seen him for a long time. He was distracted and neglected to take precautions.
, if not, how could he be injured.
Who caused this?
Mo Xiaobai was startled, his playful smile slowly faded, and he whispered as if to explain, "I live alone."
Mo Yao didn't seem to believe it, and Mo Xiaobai said seriously, "Brother, I promise, no one will disturb you. At most, it will be my long-winded agent. If you don't like it, I will even shut him out. This
Is it done?”
Mo Yao frowned, his face cold, Mo Xiaobai touched his nose sarcastically, "If you have nothing to say, then it's decided like this."
…
In the end, Mo Yao didn't have any objections and pushed himself up to get into the car. Mo Xiaobai took him back to his apartment and brought him the doctor's instructions and medicine. They also received strict training in the treatment of gunshot wounds, and there was basically no problem in recovering from the injury.
Mo Xiaobai's apartment is in a villa complex in the suburbs. It is a two-story villa apartment. It is not very big. It has three rooms, one is the master bedroom, one is the study room, and one has been converted into a small cinema, so Mo Yao
Of course, I can live in the master bedroom without any pressure.
The villa apartment is where he usually lives. The location is very secluded and the security is in place. Artists live in this area, so it is convenient and safe. The master bedroom is on the second floor. The wounds on Mo Yao's chest are almost dripping with blood when he moves.
It was very painful for one person to forcefully move and pull on his chest, and it was very difficult to walk alone. When he just got out of the hospital, Mo Xiaobai said to carry him down. The boss glared at him fiercely. Mo Xiaobai understood very well. After all, he was being held by his younger brother.
It doesn't seem to be very good-looking, and the boss is such a man, so naturally he won't be happy about it and wants to save face.
But there are only two people in the house, so what does it matter?
"Boss, let me carry you up." Mo Xiaobai couldn't help but uttered when he saw how hard he was holding the stairs. The boss looked like this and it really made people feel... distressed. Why did he become so sick all of a sudden?
?
"No need!"
He said it several times but was blocked by his two-word mantra. Mo Xiaobai touched his nose and said, "It's not like I haven't hugged you before. I carried you to the hospital."
Mo Yao gasped and decided to ignore Mo Xiaobai. After walking up this flight of stairs for almost ten minutes, Mo Xiaobai couldn't stand it any longer, so he just hugged him and said, "Don't be so brave. I'll carry you in."
Mo Yao's eyes widened. They were almost the same in stature. Mo Yao and Mo Xiaobai were almost the same height. Mo Xiaobai's arms were also very strong. It was not difficult to lift Mo Yao.
Mo Yao's ears turned red inexplicably. It was too late to stop him. Mo Xiaobai had already carried him into the bedroom and carefully put him on the bed. Mo Yao felt that he had never been so embarrassed before.
This little bastard came to be hugged by a princess, even if he was not feeling well, this was absolutely not allowed. Absolutely, absolutely not allowed, something happened, which made him very angry.
He was shot and fell into coma, being carried to the hospital by Mo Xiaobai, and being conscious and carried upstairs and into the room are two different things. Mo Xiaobai didn't care about the boss and asked him if he wanted to drink water. Mo Yao
Stared at him and said nothing.
Mo Xiaobai acted like a rogue, "Boss, don't be like this. Even if you hug me, your glare will be in vain. Don't worry, I will never tell anyone. You are still the boss with a glorious image, hehe, hehe..."
Mo Yao was angry, and Mo Xiaobai smiled even brighter and asked, "Boss, are you hungry? I'll make porridge for you. I'm pretty good at it."
Mo Yao turned away, simply shut up and said nothing.
"Hey, I thought you were shy, so I went to make porridge for you." Mo Xiaobai said, walked to the door and turned back and said, "Boss, your image is really brilliant, I swear."
