novelraw Chapter 388: Cutting Blood to Save Mother, Dragon Blood! 1
Chapter 388: Cutting Blood to Save Mother, Dragon Blood! 1
Si Mingjing stood by and watched, realizing that her great-uncle-in-law and great-aunt shared a deep affection—the kind that made separation in life unbearable and parting in death unthinkable. She envied them.
"Mingjing, if one day I were to lie on a sickbed, unable to take medicine, would you feed me like this too?" Mo Yinhe asked, standing beside Si Mingjing.
"What nonsense are you spouting?" Si Mingjing replied sharply, shooting him a glare.
Who would curse themselves like that?
"Mingjing, would you do the same for me?"
Si Mingjing felt like kicking him.
"Shut up, or else I’ll take a Silver Needle and stab you to death!"
She couldn’t bear to hear him curse himself.
"Do you wish for me to be as devastated as he is?"
Mo Yinhe’s heart tightened, and he immediately responded seriously, "Mingjing, I will take good care of myself and never let myself get hurt."
He would rather live a long life than see his Mingjing in unbearable pain.
Si Mingjing hummed in agreement, smiling. "Remember your own words; you’re not allowed to get hurt!"
Then, she thought about the scenes stored in her memory.
When the great flood erupted, he had held her deceased body, utterly devastated. The image was vivid in her mind, causing her heart to ache sharply—it was too painful to recall.
"Mo Yinhe, I will not let myself get hurt again. I promise I will never let you suffer like that again." Her voice sounded like a vow.
Her seriousness warmed Mo Yinhe’s heart; a strong sense of warmth filled him. The roguish depths of his eyes seemed to be bathed in sunlight. He loved his darling for caring so much about his feelings.
Mo Yinhe flashed a roguishly charming smile, looking dashing and suave.
He reached out and pulled her into the private bathroom of the hospital room.
Her back was soaked through, and he was afraid she would catch a cold.
Mo Yinhe took off his white shirt and handed it to her.
"Take off your wet clothes and put mine on."
His shirt was imbued with his body heat, dry and warm.
Si Mingjing frowned. "Then what will you wear?"
Mo Yinhe still had his black suit jacket on, its slanting lapels revealing a glimpse of his fair chest. She glanced at him and felt her heart flutter. If a passing nurse saw this, Si Mingjing wondered, would she feel a twinge of jealousy?
"It’s fine, I’m not cold."
But Mo Yinhe wouldn’t allow her to stay in wet clothes; his movements were forceful and domineering as he began to undo her buttons.
His warm fingertips made Si Mingjing’s cheeks redden. Seeing his insistence, she turned around. "I can do it myself. Turn around."
"Is there any part of you I haven’t seen?"
Si Mingjing turned her head and glared at him. "Turn around!"
Mo Yinhe laughed at her contrariness. "Alright, alright, I’ll turn around. Whatever my dear wife says is an imperial edict; I obey."
Si Mingjing hummed with a smile. "Who’s your wife? We’ve only just gotten engaged by proposal; we haven’t even had the formal engagement ceremony yet."
"Bai Jiusi is my wife! I, Mo Yinhe, married her openly and legitimately; the whole world knows it!" Mo Yinhe declared, turning his back. His voice was clear, carrying a low, magnetic, and self-assured tone.
"Of course, if you want to marry again, I can give you another proper, legitimate wedding!"
Si Mingjing didn’t speak. She quickly took off her wet clothes and changed into his clean white shirt.
His white shirt was too big for her, especially the sleeves. She rolled them up to her elbows, revealing her slender, fair forearms.
After changing, she tapped Mo Yinhe on the arm.
"Wait for me here for a moment; don’t go out."
Mo Yinhe didn’t understand why. His dark eyes were expressive and bold as he asked, "Are you really afraid I’ll be seen by others?"
Si Mingjing snorted and walked out, closing the door from the outside so he couldn’t leave.
Trapped in the bathroom, Mo Yinhe gently stroked his chin, feeling pleased. This was Mingjing being possessive of him! And he was very happy about it.
He saw the wet clothes Mingjing had taken off and instinctively picked them up to wash by the sink.
Mo Yinhe didn’t feel that men couldn’t wash women’s clothes. In the past, he had even washed her undergarments. His hands were capable of guiding nations and signing policy documents that decided the fate of the world, yet they were just as adept at domestic chores like laundry and cooking.
Of course, he only washed clothes for her and only cooked for her!
A moment later, the bathroom door was pushed open, and Si Mingjing handed in a doctor’s white coat. "Put this on."
Mo Yinhe was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
His smile was incredibly charming, with a touch of wicked allure that unexpectedly stirred the heart.
Perhaps remembering that the great-aunt’s life hung in the balance in the hospital room, Mo Yinhe tempered his smile a bit. He took the white coat and put it on. His tall, imposing figure suddenly took on a new persona, exuding the gallant image of a life-saving professional. Truly the allure of a uniform.
Si Mingjing had been following a medical drama recently where the male lead in a white coat looked particularly handsome, devastatingly so.
But compared to Mo Yinhe now, that male lead instantly paled in her estimation.
If the world held ten measures of beauty, the Mo Yinhe before her unquestionably possessed nine. He truly was the most enchanting male sprite she had ever seen.
"Mingjing, have I captivated you?" Mo Yinhe asked, seeing a light in her eyes.
Si Mingjing cleared her throat and turned back to the hospital bed.
Tao Chengzhou had finished feeding his wife the entire bowl of medicine. Seeing this, Si Mingjing began to administer acupuncture to Bai Danfeng.
She pulled up a stool, sat down, and unfolded her Silver Needle kit. She inserted each needle carefully and attentively into the acupuncture points, setting aside the tender flirtations from moments before.
Her profile, engrossed in saving a life, was mesmerizing.
Mo Yinhe stepped out of the bathroom and stood quietly nearby, admiring his woman.
Just then, Fengjue entered from outside, approached Mo Yinhe, and reported something in a low voice.
Mo Yinhe’s eyes narrowed sharply, and he stepped out quickly.
"Are you certain it wasn’t an accident?"
Standing in the corridor, Mo Yinhe’s expression was stern.
Fengjue nodded.
Bai Danfeng had been in a car accident. Mo Yinhe had dispatched Fengjue to investigate, fearing the heavy rain might obliterate evidence at the scene. Braving the downpour, Fengjue and his team had examined the site. Through various clues and vehicle analysis, they concluded the crash was deliberate.
"Continue investigating. Report back to me when you have clear findings!"
Mo Yinhe’s voice was as cold as ice, more terrifying than the typhoon howling outside the building.
Mo Yinhe considered the possibility: Was Bai Danfeng his mother-in-law?
If she was, and if she died today, Mingjing would lose her mother again. Even if Mingjing had no memory of Bai Danfeng now, what if her memories returned one day? Realizing she had lost her mother yet again—wouldn’t she be devastated?
Mo Yinhe didn’t want Si Mingjing to be sad.
Mo Yinhe spoke with a cold voice, his face grim. "Once you find out, then come see me!"
If you can’t find anything, don’t bother coming!
"Yes!" Fengjue responded, bowing as he took his leave.
Mo Yinhe walked to the window at the end of the corridor, looking out at the furious typhoon. Raindrops, like bullets, battered the window, the storm raging relentlessly. With his hands in the pockets of the white coat, his silhouette seemed to merge with the deluge outside.
Half an hour later, Si Mingjing walked out of the hospital room and saw Mo Yinhe still standing at the end of the corridor. She called out to him, "Yinhe."