Chapter 633

a couple of sips as a formality. Director Zhang had an idea about Xu Yongchang’s reputation, so he gave Tan Wen a signal, encouraging her to take two more sips as well.Such a lively atmosphere couldn’...Chapter 633

The operation was severe. The equipment in this clinic wasn't top-notch, and there were many flaws. There was no dedicated anesthesiologist; he could only guess the dosage of anesthesia, leaving Mo Yao seemingly awake to endure the sensation of being cut open by a scalpel. His muscles remained tense throughout. This doctor's medical skills weren’t bad, but after drawing blood, excessive bleeding occurred again before Yun managed to bring back the blood bags. Mo Xiaobai urgently administered another 200cc of blood. After that, Xiaobai looked sickly and couldn't afford any more transfusions; otherwise, he might die first. Although Mo Xiaobai had lost a lot of blood and was lying beside him, his hand tightly held onto Mo Yao’s. He spoke to Mo Yao subconsciously, making the doctor both amused and frustrated as if he had gone through all these years of pain with them. At the same time, the doctor thought, "What an idiotic man! Just a trustworthy face but no action at all. No emotional intelligence whatsoever."

However, this sickly-looking face seemed somewhat familiar.

Where had he seen it before

Though Mo Xiaobai looked sickly, he still maintained his good looks. However, in this moment of arrogance and stubbornness while lying on the ground, it was hard to associate him with the characters he portrayed in movies. The sexy, charming, or heroic figures seemed irrelevant to this man mumbling nonsense now, so the doctor couldn't recognize him—plus, he hadn’t watched many of Mo Xiaobai’s films.

Mo Xiaobai said he was tired and fell asleep due to blood loss. The doctor had a nurse give him some chocolate bars, which the nurse小姐said touched her heart: "Their brotherly bond is truly touching."

The doctor inwardly mocked this sentiment.

Yun finally brought back the blood bags. Mo Xiaobai felt relieved and lay there unwilling to get up, ignoring the smell of fresh blood. He stayed by Mo Yao's side despite three times being handed a death notice. Yet Mo Yao eventually pulled through until the surgery was over and made it out of the critical period in just three days.

Mo Xiaobai accompanied him to rest in the small clinic, while Yun took care of everything. To Yun, Bai Liu lying at the central hospital was far less important than Mo Yao and Mo Xiaobai. Although she had initially hoped that Bai Liu would bring joy to Mo Yao, now she couldn't bear leaving them here alone with one man on the brink of death and another looking like he might die.

Mo Xiaobai stubbornly held onto Old Big's hand until Yun felt uncomfortable asking him to let go. Of course, when Yun tried to loosen his grip once, Mo Yao grasped back tightly; the doctor warned Mo Xiaobai not to let go as it could be fatal if he did. This somewhat sophisticated German man seemed untrustworthy to Mo Xiaobai, but since it concerned Old Big, Xiaobai didn’t question him and followed his instructions. A nurse kindly pushed a bed beside them so they could lie down.

Aside from attending to basic needs, Mo Xiaobai never let go of Mo Yao's hand; he was terrified this time. The first death notice nearly frightened the life out of him as Mo Yao had never been injured so severely before. He felt that this German man was useless and ineffective. Thankfully, Mo Yao pulled through. If something happened to Mo Yao, Yun believed Mo Xiaobai would blow up the place.

Additionally, Yun found Mo Xiaobai rather odd during this time; perhaps he suddenly became aware of Old Big’s condition When Yun called Mo Chen to report on this situation, knowing that his boss was out of danger made him very happy and excited. He told Yun to observe the deeper meaning behind Xiaobai's strange behavior.

Yun thought she really didn’t know anything when young, taking sides with the wrong person; what a master! Although he felt this way, she remained excited. Yet there was one question: "What about Bai Liu"

"How is Bai Liu"

"He’s in the hospital unconscious. The police are watching him and seems like he might be taken to jail upon regaining consciousness; it's a serious case, and they’re taking it very seriously. Since Bai Liu is the only living witness, they want to save him desperately to get information," Yun said. "I wanted to take him out but can’t risk moving him while unconscious for fear of causing more harm. I called in some brothers to watch over him; once he regains consciousness and isn't in immediate danger, we should be able to take him out before the police arrest him."

"Send a few more agents there; we must get him out safely without injuring him."

“Understood!” Yun received instructions from Mo Chen. She then called Kaka to borrow manpower. Regarding special operatives, the mafia mainly handled black market businesses. There weren’t many assassins or spies trained for this purpose—unlike the First Terror Organization where members were like specialized soldiers of a small country. Their agents and killers were selected from childhood through rigorous training with constant elimination; thus, such talents could only be found in the First Terror Organization.

Kaka naturally offered his help but insisted on charging accordingly. He even said it was just the regular price—Mo Chen nearly swore at this price of $1 million per person for guaranteeing a successful mission!

However, Bai Liu was still very important; Mo Chen reluctantly paid him several millions and planned to reclaim the cost when they needed drug experts again. He wouldn’t acknowledge that this man would be Wuxiang’s husband in the future.

Bai Liu's injuries were quite severe, much worse than Mo Yue's. However, since Bai Liu was in the hospital with better equipment and medical conditions compared to where he might have been otherwise, his life wasn't immediately in danger. Yet, he hadn’t yet passed through the critical period. Yun Xiang told Mo Xiaobai about Bai Liu’s condition and asked him for a decision. Mo Xiaobai stared at her blankly, asking who Bai Liu was since he didn’t know him. He said that if someone just happened to be in his sightlines, he wouldn't want them around. Yun Xiang choked on this response and couldn't say anything more.

Sigh… a random passerby...

Mo Xiaobai looked at Mo Yue sideways; the color of his blood was still very poor, making him look like he could fall over with just a gust of wind. He didn’t seem to have any spirit and hadn't woken up yet. The German man had said that Mo Yue's life was truly robust because another person would be dead ten times over in such circumstances. Mo Xiaobai disliked this statement, kicked him out, and cursed his brother for being such a bad person. That German doctor forgave the endocrine disorder man without arguing with him; he turned out to be quite a good person who gave Mo Yue an IV drip and blood transfusion. Mo Xiaobai needed to nourish himself back to health as well. He looked at Mo Yue's face, which was still pale and transparent-like, but his own wasn’t much different.

Fortunately, Mo Xiaobai’s body could be replenished relatively easily.

He stared blankly at Mo Yue's perfect side profile, lost in thought. Bai Liu, Bai Liu… just hearing the name annoyed him; he looked like a pretty boy. What did Boss like about him What was so good about him These days, Mo Xiaobai had been pondering this question. Yun Xiang was reading a newspaper nearby and Mo Xiaobai turned to ask her, “What's good about that random passerby”

"You mean Bai Liu"

Of course!

Yun Xiang smiled knowingly and said, "He’s quite good. He has a handsome appearance, a decisive personality, bold in both love and hate, very resolute. A top-tier person, at least among all the people I've met, he's one of them."

Moxiaobai spoke gruffly, “Then you must have seen little of the world.”

Yun Xiang, "…"

She wanted to laugh but didn't dare. Mo Xiaobai's scowling face was too adorable, yet his eyes were filled with menace. Yun Xiang felt that she needed to keep a distance from them for several days, so it wasn’t necessary to smile; otherwise, there wouldn’t be good fruits to reap.

She had seen little of the world Oh my, since childhood, she trained in wind, rain, thunder, and lightning. At fourteen or fifteen years old, she started venturing into dangerous areas. Over these ten years, what hadn't she done She had seen countless heroes and villains; how could it be that she had seen little of the world

Of course, Mo Xiaobai’s words were always true. If he said she had seen little of the world, then she must have. Third Young Master was most beloved by others; his words usually wouldn't displease people, not even if they were insults.

Moxiaobai rolled around in bed as though scratching something. This bed didn’t offer much space, and Yun Xiang really feared that he might roll off it. Sigh… was this necessary Was it so necessary

Yun Xiang looked over and said, "Little White, please don't actually fall off; pulling the boss down wouldn't be good."

He was still holding onto Boss's hand, Mo Xiaobai glared at her for speaking out of turn, and Yun Xiang fell silent. She somewhat agreed with that German doctor’s words—Mo Xiaobai had an endocrine disorder recently; indeed, it seemed to be the case.

"Do you all like that random passerby"

Yun Xiang looked at Mo Xiaobai's scowling face and felt even more aggrieved. Thus, she nodded seriously, “Yes, everyone likes him. Second Young Master also likes him; they just hit it off."

Moxiaobai glared at her with his eyes wide open while Yun Xiang feigned confusion, "It's really true! If you don't believe me, ask the boss when he wakes up."

"Nonsense, impossible." Mo Xiaobai said solemnly. His slightly narrowed eyes shot out a little menace; this made Yun Xiang’s heart thump and she sighed inwardly. Oh my, Third Young Master, if Boss likes Bai Liu, do you plan to pounce on him Look at those little eyes brimming with menace—dangerous. She somewhat wickedly looked forward to future scenes.

The Cloud said, "You really don't believe it Look at the boss, he did this for him and even risked himself. Isn’t that appreciation If someone isn’t appreciated by you, would you charge forward for them and risk yourself That doesn’t seem possible."

The Cloud spoke with deep meaning, thoroughly brainwashing Mo Baibai. "You see, White Willow has only known the boss for a short time, right"

Chiu! A small arrow shot into Mo Baibai's heart. Mo Baibai seemed to have something taken away from him; his face turned ashen. He found The Cloud too obtrusive and now everyone seemed too obtrusive. The Cloud was delighted inside, enjoying the torment of Mo Baibai.

It’s said that on that day, Mo Baibai held the boss's hand and spoke a lot. The time he shouted that it was annoying was because he talked so much that even Mo Yao hadn't died due to him being too noisy. Unfortunately, when he went to get blood bags, he didn’t know what they were saying or else he would have recorded it. Later on, Mo Baibai spoke a lot more, mostly about trivial matters with little gossipy value.

The Cloud said in感慨: "I wonder when White Willow will wake up. The boss should definitely ask him as soon as he wakes up. If the boss knew that White Willow was dying, how anxious would he be"

"Shut up!" Mo Baibai snarled.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"Shut... shut up!"

"No..."

Muddled, Mo Baibai asked, "Who just told me to shut up"

Suddenly realizing something, he turned his head to look at Mo Yao. Mo Yao looked exhausted but was awake; it seemed that he had a terrible headache as soon as he raised his hand and found Mo Baibai holding his hand. The pain increased, and Mo Baibai let out a cry and rushed over. His demeanor changed from ferocious to obediently cute and lovely. "Boss! Brother, you're finally awake. It's already the fourth day; I was so scared for you. Does your wound hurt Where do you feel uncomfortable Cloud, why haven’t you called the doctor yet"

Mo Yao’s lips moved slightly, making Mo Baibai very excited and thinking that Mo Yao wanted to say something important to him. Instead, Mo Yao said, "You’re annoying."

Chiu! Another small arrow shot into Mo Baibai's heart. He lay on Mo Yao’s chest in a pitiful manner. "Brother, I'm worried about you."

Moved, Mo Yao wanted to touch the child’s hair but found that his hands had no strength; both arms were injured. So he didn’t bother moving them. Both of them remained silent as the doctor came for an examination. Wanting to let go of Mo Yao's hand, Mo Baibai discovered that he was subconsciously clutching tighter. Looking at Mo Yao’s frown, Mo Baibai slowly let go as the doctor conducted various tests and concluded there were no immediate life-threatening conditions but a long period of recuperation would be necessary.

After finishing his examination, the doctor recorded it all while smiling and said, "You're really lucky. Your foolish little brother has been here for four days guarding you. Didn’t you notice how awful he smelled"

The usually clean Mo Baibai hadn't bathed in four days; sweat and blood had mixed together to produce a foul odor. The doctor’s comment made Mo Baibai realize that the smell was indeed terrible. Thus, Mo Baibai immediately ran out. As Mo Yao watched his back, he asked, "He’s been here this whole time"

"Since you were brought in," the doctor replied while recording notes carelessly. "I’ve never seen such a good brother before. That day, when you were admitted, we had to issue several critical condition notices. He was lying beside you paralyzed, giving all his blood to you and almost risking his own life. I thought if you hadn’t made it, he probably wouldn’t have either. Is he really your younger brother"

Mo Yao remained silent. The Cloud appeared confused; she initially agreed with Mo Baibai’s words but now found the German doctor unreliable.

The doctor noticed that Moyao didn’t respond to him, so he muttered to himself, "If he hadn't said you were his brother, I wouldn’t have believed it."

Moyao's expressionless face showed nothing of what was going on inside. The turmoil in his heart was beyond anyone else’s perception. Yun wanted to cover Moyao's mouth. What kind of unreliable doctor was this What was he thinking, praising the person who needed sympathy They still planned to torment Xiao Bai, and now that the leader had heard about it, how could they possibly carry out their plan if Xiao Bai knew Wouldn't Xiao Bai become even more arrogant

Yun regretted his actions. Moyao was indeed a troublemaker. Everyone wanted to be nice to him. He himself said he didn’t trust the German doctor, and that he hadn’t given this person a good face for days. The same went for the doctor too—he hadn’t been nice to Xiao Bai either. As soon as Xiao Bai left, Yun started praising him. This troublemaker was indeed everyone’s favorite; men and women alike were smitten by him.

Moyao seemed like he was made of wood. No matter what the doctor said, it wouldn’t move a strand on his body. The doctor began to think that surely one fool is spoiled by another fool. Look at how confident that person was! And how capable they were! Even when they were dying, they still had so many restrictions.

This pair of brothers are quite interesting.

The doctor made a detailed record. Moyao woke up feeling very exhausted; he was jolted by the doctor and couldn’t think straight before falling back asleep again. Before sleeping, he thought about something important: Where was Bái Liǔ

Where did he go

Was he in this hospital

Hmm… He would ask him when he woke up. Xiao Bai didn’t know where he had gone to get dressed, so Yun finally got a chance to lie down quietly. For the past few days, he had heard Xiao Bai complaining, and he really wanted to strangle him just for some peace and quiet. He was in too much pain and exhaustion to move.

Xiao Bai seemed to have forgotten one thing: Their bodies were trained so harshly that they wouldn’t break down under extreme torture or divulge any secrets; their minds would stay intact as well. So even when Moyao’s body broke down, his mind stayed clear.

The doctor was definitely not a good anesthesiologist; he endured the entire operation without any anesthesia and could hear all sounds during that period of time. After falling asleep, however, he couldn’t hear anything anymore until he woke up to Xiao Bai and Yun’s childish quarrel.

Moyao slept straight through into the next day. He awoke in the morning light still feeling slightly dazed. A tall figure was standing before him swaying, and Xiao Bai had cleaned himself up; he wore dark blue shirt and coffee-colored high-waist jacket. Looking very handsome, he swayed continuously under the morning light. Moyao watched with his heart swelling with emotion—truly, truly wonderful.

The feeling was indescribable.

Stunning!

"Boss, you’re awake" He seemed quite happy and spoke in a soft voice as if the arguments they had in Washington hadn’t existed. Moyao looked at him with complicated thoughts; he wasn't fully recovered yet so his appearance lacked energy. Xiao Bai held up a bowl of steaming porridge in front of him with the same smile that made one think the world was beautiful.

When he got injured in Washington, Xiao Bai had taken care of him like this too.

Yun grimaced beside them and looked down on Moyao’s attentiveness. You call this being attentive If you just jumped up to say "Brother, I love you," wouldn't it be more straightforward It would surely make the boss feel better instantly.

Moyao asked Yun to raise his bed a bit higher; he wasn’t in the mood for Xiao Bai’s porridge. He asked Yun, “Where is Bái Liǔ”

Xiao Bai's face changed and stared at Moyao blankly. The boss didn’t seem to notice, as he looked towards Yun. Yun mentally screamed in pain—since that German doctor was unreliable, she had become unreliable too. "Bái Liǔ is still in the hospital; he’s not out of danger yet. First Terrorist Organization agents are all set and ready to go once Bái Liǔ is out of danger. He was badly injured, even worse than you. They heard that he only had a breath left when they pulled him from the water, but he stayed alive by sheer force of will. He’s in intensive care now. I asked for updates; it seems like he won’t be out of danger until two or three days later.

The hospital is full of police officers, and the place has been sealed off. Fortunately, First Terrorist Organization had a doctor inside. Although not Bái Liǔ’s main physician, the doctor can easily pass on information to us."

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