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C135 True Fat of Gall

0Mu Qingqing couldn't help but click her tongue when she realized that Xiaoyun's destination was the military district hospital. Did this guy not return yet?

Mo Xiaohe's leg injury from last time should be healed by now.

Thinking about it this way, Mu Qingqing felt even more confused. Was Mo Xiaohe injured again?

"Xiaoyun, can you check what he's doing now?" Mu Qingqing wanted to see his current condition and avoid seeing anything that she shouldn't have seen.

"Master, we'll see when we get there. It's only a few minutes journey anyway." Xiaoyun said without turning her head. She always felt that her master treated Mo Xiaohe differently. It couldn't be said that she hated him, but it couldn't be said that she liked him either. In short, it was strange.

Mu Qingqing and Xiaoyun climbed in from the windowsill, and the steel rope Xiaoyun dropped from the spaceship hooked onto the windowsill of Mo Xiaohe's sickroom. The two of them quickly slipped to the windowsill, to prevent Mu Qingqing from directly colliding with the wall.

Fortunately, Xiaoyun recovered quickly and the feeling of having stars in her eyes was gone.

Mu Qingqing patted her chest softly. There was still some lingering fear in her heart. This was the seventh floor, so if she fell down, she would turn into meat paste. She suddenly regretted coming to this place to tease Mo Xiaohe. However, she failed to tease him and almost lost herself in it.

However, when she raised her head again, the black muzzle was pointed at her forehead. That ice-cold instrument made contact with her forehead, causing her to tremble and almost lose her grip on the windowsill.

"Who sent you?" With his weak breath and his forced calmness, Mo Xiaohe actually stood up straight from the bed. His hands were still shaking, but he was staring at the person on the windowsill with a determined gaze.

A shadow loomed over the military hospital. No one could see the young girl who had a flower hanging on the seventh floor. Her whole body was trembling. It wasn't that she was trembling from the fear of the gun muzzle, but she was too weak to even speak as she struggled to hold onto the window sill.

"Mo..." "Mo Xiaohe." Mu Qingqing shouted with all her might, praying that he could hear her voice.

The faint sound of struggling could be heard again. Mo Xiaohe drew back a little with his gun and fished out a military flashlight from the bedside. His figure unsteadily shone on the windowsill.

"Stupid woman!" Mo Xiaohe cursed in a low voice. Who else could it be other than Mu Qingqing?

He held on to the wall and threw the gun aside. Together with Xiaoyun, who had taken off her stealth suit, he pulled her up.

Mu Qingqing panted. Mo Xiaohe's tall figure was barely able to stand against the wall. His gaze fell on the two of them, one big and one small. He was extremely tired.

If he hadn't told his comrades outside earlier that he liked quietening down, Mu Qingqing would have been turned into a sieve by now.

"What guts." Mo Xiaohe looked at Xiaoyun, who had big blue eyes beside Mu Qingqing, and knew that it must have brought her here.

"Are you surprised?" Mu Qingqing came back to her senses as the corners of her mouth curled up into a faint smile. She dared to threaten him, so she let him have a taste of her excitement.

Mo Xiaohe was about to say something, but he suddenly slid down the wall.

"Hey!" Mu Qingqing suppressed her voice, a little surprised. I felt that Mo Xiaohe was very weak just now, I didn't expect him to be so weak.

"Master, he's injured." Xiaoyun scanned Mo Xiaohe's body. His leg was an old injury and the wound was infected, but there was a bloody hole at the edge of his heart. It looked like a new wound and it was not light at all.

Mu Qingqing closed her eyes and looked outside the door. This won't do. If she suddenly called out to his comrade, she and Xiaoyun would both be captured.

"Can you save him?" Mu Qingqing asked hurriedly.

"It's nothing." Xiaoyun supported Mo Xiaohe and laid him on the ground. She had to flatten him.

Mu Qingqing stood up to help. Mo Xiaohe, who was wearing his hospital gown, was very weak. Even his breathing was very weak.

Xiaoyun fished out the hemostatic medicine from her backpack first. "Master, strip him of his clothes."

Mo Xiaohe's wound was ripped open, and the gauze wrapped inside was also soaked red with blood. If he didn't take off his clothes, Xiaoyun wouldn't be able to apply the medicine.

Mu Qingqing gritted her teeth and forced herself to take off Mo Xiaohe's hospital gown. Inside, there was a round and round of gauze. She couldn't take it off one by one. Unexpectedly, Xiaoyun was well-prepared. She took out a fruit knife from the drawer of the ward and asked Mu Qingqing to cut Mo Xiaohe's gauze.

Since the situation was dangerous and special, Mu Qingqing could only think of Mo Xiaohe as a woman who forced herself to strip off his clothes and cut off his gauze.

"Master, take off his pants, I'll get some medicine from the spaceship." Xiaoyun put the hemostatic medicine on Mo Xiaohe's left chest. She searched through her backpack, but couldn't find any better medicine, so she could only get it from the ship.

"Ah …" Mu Qingqing wanted to call out to Xiaoyun in a low voice, but she found that she had already stretched out her steel rope towards the flying ship. She was the only one left in this ward.

Just as Xiaoyun left, Mo Xiaohe suddenly woke up. Under the moonlight, he could barely make out Mu Qingqing's face, but her consciousness was still clear.

He didn't know what the child had experienced to have suffered such a heavy injury at such a young age. Mu Qingqing frowned. Saving a life was still the most important. She reached her hand towards Mo Xiaohe's striped pants, bit her red lips tightly, closed her eyes and took off Mo Xiaohe's pants.

"Cough, cough …" Mo Xiaohe raised his hand in embarrassment. He was completely confused as well. Why did this girl strip him of his clothes and pants for no reason?

"Ah …" Mu Qingqing cried out in embarrassment. However, one of her hands was held tightly by Mo Xiaohe.

"You …" If the moonlight hadn't been so bright tonight, Mu Qingqing would have been able to see that his face was flushed. Mo Xiaohe struggled to say one word, but was interrupted by Mu Qingqing.

"Special treatment for special situations. The clothes were taken off by Xiaoyun, and the pants were also taken off by Xiaoyun. In short, she asked me to make them for her." Please forget about it. Otherwise, I will get Xiaoyun to perform the seaweed extraction surgery on you! " Mu Qingqing shut her eyes tightly, but she could still see the mocking smile hanging on Mo Xiaohe's pale face.

Before she could calm down, Xiaoyun was already carrying a pile of medicine. Seeing that Mo Xiaohe had woken up, she was actually relieved.

"Master told me to save you." Xiaoyun knew that Mo Xiaohe had no ill intentions towards her. Although he always threatened his master, saying that he would be sent to the institute, Xiaoyun felt that he was a good person.

"Thank you." Mo Xiaohe said softly to Xiaoyun.

Mu Qingqing watched as Xiaoyun applied medicine on Mo Xiaohe and closed the wound.

If that was the case, it would mean that Xiaoyun saved him and Mo Xiaohe owed Xiaoyun his life. Even if Mo Xiaohe threatened her with Xiaoyun being an alien, wouldn't she be able to blame Mo Xiaohe!?

"The person who saved me is still you. This little guy listened to your orders, not mine." Mo Xiaohe said weakly. She saw through Mu Qingqing's thoughts with a single glance.

Mu Qingqinggang's slightly raised lips drooped down powerlessly. Wasn't this guy also a mind-reader? How come she didn't say anything and was seen through by him?

Xiaoyun only cared about saving people and turned a deaf ear to their concerns.

"This is fate, right?" Mo Xiaohe didn't take any anesthetic. At the moment, his wound was hurting, but he was smiling as he looked at Mu Qingqing. He had guessed Mu Qingqing's intention. She brought Xiaoyun into this place to tell him that she had an alien like Xiaoyun who could enter his territory at any time. If he dared to speak carelessly, she would bring Xiaoyun here to rob.

But he didn't expect that Xiaoyun would come and save him instead of scaring him.

Mu Qingqing really wanted to scold him. Who knew that this fellow had suffered such heavy injuries!

"If you want to scold me, just scold me. If you keep it in your heart, you'll feel stifled." Mo Xiaohe forced a smile and said.

Mu Qingqing rolled her eyes. She really couldn't do anything about this thick-skinned fella, so why was it that he could always see through her thoughts? As for her …

Mo Xiaohe looked at his bloodstained hand. He had been holding her hand and was in excruciating pain. The strength in his hand increased a little, but he still restrained himself, not wanting to hurt her at all.

Mu Qingqing was a little dazed. She had touched his skin, but why was she not aware of what he was thinking?

Could it be that he really wasn't thinking about anything at all?

From the moment she saw Mo Xiaohe, Mu Qingqing had felt that it was strange. At least, after her rebirth, the people she saw were basically all people who could see their thoughts. Only Mo Xiaohe could not see through her at all.

On the other hand, Mo Xiaohe, like Xiaoyun beside her, saw through her thoughts with a single glance.

"Don't scratch my master." Xiaoyun reminded him in good will. Actually, she knew that Mo Xiaohe was in pain, but she couldn't use her own anesthetic. She hadn't tried that drug yet, so she couldn't risk using Mo Xiaohe as a test subject.

"Yes." Mo Xiaohe nodded and smiled warmly. He held her delicate hand, not wanting to let go for a moment. He knew his limits and wouldn't let Mu Qingqing feel pain. However, his right hand had already been clenched into a fist, and the veins in his hand bulged out.

Sweat covered Mo Xiaohe's forehead, and his face seemed to become more lined. Mu Qingqing didn't dare to move. He was still holding her hand. She felt that Mo Xiaohe needed help at the moment, and she was only providing one hand. It was nothing.

"Qing." Mo Xiaohe suddenly shouted out in pain. Although his voice was soft, Mu Qingqing and Xiaoyun could hear him clearly.

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Silently, Mu Qingqing started the errand boy, Su Cuiyun called her a dead girl called Mu Qingqing, called Qingqing. Aunt Qiong called her Qingqing lass, while Zhan Yufei used to call her Qingqing. No one had ever called her Qing before, and she called her so softly and gently. He held it gently like a treasure in his hand.

Mu Qingqing was stunned for a moment again, but when Xiaoyun finished stitching, Mo Xiaohe fainted from the pain.

Even though he was already unconscious, the strength in his hands hadn't relaxed in the slightest. Mu Qingqing could not pull it out even after a few tries. She felt helpless.

"Mo Xiaohe, Xiaoyun and I will carry you to bed." Mu Qingqing had to speak, hoping that he could hear her.

When he said that, Mo Xiaohe slightly loosened his grip. Only then did Mu Qingqing withdraw her hand.

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