160: C160 Abatement of Ability

C160 Abatement of Ability

"Old Yang, why don't you go home and rest?" Seeing that he had woken up, Doctor Li voiced his concern. Dr. Yang has done a great service to pull the patient back from the line of life and death.

"What happened to me?" Doctor Yang touched his neck, still unconscious.

"The patient's condition has stabilized. Hurry back and rest, don't fall down again." As a colleague, Dr. Li was still very concerned about Dr. Yang.

"Did you get him back? "Not all of them have already …" Dr. Yang looked up at Dr. Li, who was changing clothes, and felt very happy. For those like them who tried to steal from the King of Hell, it counted as one.

"Old Yang, are you sleeping?" You saved him yourself. " Doctor Li could only smile helplessly. He must have fallen asleep in a daze.

"Me?" Dr. Yang raised his eyebrows, adjusted his glasses, and tried to recall what happened before he laid down in this corner. Didn't he go to communicate with his family? Why was he lying here? Was he hallucinating?

"Alright, since you're already so tired, go back and rest. After some sleep, we can talk about these things." Dr. Lee yawned. The clothes had been changed and the night was dark enough. They, who worked the night shift, should take care of their own bodies.

Dr. Yang watched Dr. Li leave the operating room in a daze. Then, he looked at Mo Xiaohe, who was lying on the operating table in a daze. Thinking that there was someone here that hadn't been prepared, he got up again.

After checking Mo Xiaohe's injuries, he found that the stitching method was very unique. He was still able to stitch the wound with the shape of 'X', which surprised him. He never sewed a wound like that, and Dr. Lee never sewed it that way. How strange.

"Is there a problem?" Mo Xiaohe asked.

Dr. Yang hesitated for a moment. "Is there anything wrong with your wound?"

Mo Xiaohe shook his head.

"Did you sew the cotton in?" Mo Xiaohe joked.

Dr. Yang looked somewhat embarrassed. He still did not understand when his sewing method became like this. Not only was it painful, it was also extremely gaudy.

After confirming that Mo Xiaohe was fine, he asked him to go to the ordinary ward. He still had to observe the position of the wound on his chest for a while.

Until Dr. Yang returned home, he was still muttering about how weird it was. He had never been as confused as he was today. Even after the operation was over, he was still in a state of complete ignorance. It was as if he had been dreaming.

In the ward, Mo Xiaohe was lying on the bed and did not sleep. After walking through the gates of hell, he understood a lot of things that he did not understand before.

He always liked to get close to Mu Qingqing. At first, he thought that it was only because of the redemption when he was young that he lit up all the light in his life. However, the dream he had today had clearly told him that the relationship between the two of them had begun from his previous life.

His desire to protect her was not because he saw her getting hit by Mu Family, but because he was afraid something bad would happen to her.

His understanding of her personality did not start from this life alone, but it was because he knew her very well.

Unfortunately, in her previous life, it was already too late for her to get to know him, because she had fallen in love with that man.

She wondered if she had fallen in love with someone in this life.

The complicated thoughts made people's minds run wild. They tossed and turned in the night, making it impossible to sleep. Mo Xiaohe's gaze looked at the case in the bedside cabinet where Xiao Jiu hid cigarettes.

I really want the last one...

Somehow, after this operation, he felt that there was a part of his power stored inside his body. This power merged with his blood and improved his hearing, allowing him to clearly hear the whispers of the lovers below. He wondered if the doctor had given him some stimulant, or if he was hallucinating.

The spaceship stopped above the hospital. Mu Qingqing got up and walked back and forth, but there was no sign of Mo Xiaoyun waking up. She decided that when Mo Xiaoyun woke up, she would definitely let him teach her how to fly a spaceship and how to control it!

After waiting for a long time, Mo Xiaoyun still hadn't woken up. She was a bit tired, so she found a chair and sat on it, propping her head up and preparing to sleep. Somehow, when she closed her eyes, her gaze was directed towards Mo Xiaohe's sickroom. This man was tossing and turning, yet his eyes were wide open. He seemed to be losing sleep.

No one knew who Mu Qingqing was looking at, but she looked at Mo Xiaohe's polished face. The lines on his face were firm and full of determination, yet they did not lose their cool. This person will definitely mesmerize a lot of girls when he grows up, Mu Qingqing thought to herself.

Mu Qingqing blushed endlessly when she thought of the moment when she accidentally picked up Mo Xiaohe's hand and put it on her face, but she found a pretty good excuse for herself. It was only because of her that her old injuries receded this time. And when a person feels another person's concern in a way that, apart from hugging, is a handshake, she can barely count herself shaking hands with him to show concern.

The fog was thick in the fall, and by four or five in the morning it was a misty expanse below. From the height of the ship, it looked as if it were living in the sky. Mo Xiaoyun had to lie down for a few hours to regain some strength.

"Master …" Mo Xiaoyun called out weakly.1

This soft sound woke Mu Qingqing up. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and lifted her short hair behind her ears.

"You're awake?" Would that mean they could go home?

"I can't fly the ship. You can leave." Mo Xiaoyun knew how long he slept. If he didn't wake up soon enough and the two bodyguards couldn't find him when it was morning, he might report it to Mu Anren. At that time, he would be in deep trouble.

Mu Qingqing glanced at the sky outside the spaceship. There were very few people at this hour, but it was still safe.

"Then what will you do?" It didn't matter if she left. If Mo Xiaoyun lost so much blood, could something happen to him on the ship?

"When the sun shines, I will fill the ship with my energy. When I am strong enough, I will come back." Mo Xiaoyun shook his head and struggled to pull the chain at his waist. He then threw the duplicated leather bag aside.

Mu Qingqing held him to prevent him from falling. To her surprise, Mo Xiaoyun used two layers of leather bags, one for Dr. Yang and the other for Zhu Yuanzhang. Such a heavy bag, Mo Xiaoyun must be very tired, right?

"Master, stand over there. I'll open the door for you." Mo Xiaoyun pointed at the big circle in the center and confirmed that there was no one on the roof below. Then, he opened the door.

Mu Qingqing looked at him worriedly.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine. I'm from M-122." Mo Xiaoyun pursed his lips and forced a smile.

Mu Qingqing thought for a moment. That was true. The last time she was so serious that she had almost fallen asleep, but she was still fine. Only then did she nod her head in relief, and walk to the center of the room, following the flow of the wind.

Only when she safely landed on the roof of the hospital did Mo Xiaoyun close the door of the spaceship and fall into a new round of sleep. Of course, he wouldn't tell Mu Qingqing that he had lost a quarter of his HP and his ability had been reduced by a quarter. He could have opened the door with his own ability, but unfortunately, he couldn't do anything and had to rely on the ship's console to open the door.

The reduced power of one-fourth was naturally added to Mo Xiaohe's body.

On the top floor of the hospital, Mu Qingqing's entire body collapsed after she came down. Can anyone tell her why the big lock on the top floor of the hospital?

Annoyed, she grabbed the lock on the metal door, which still had some rust on it. If someone found her on the roof at dawn, how would they explain it?

Mu Qingqing bundled up her clothes. The wet morning air was heavy, and the cold air made her shiver. It was outside, and the temperature of the ship was nowhere to be seen. She had to find a place where the wind wouldn't blow and squat against the wall. There were people coming and going below the stage. There were people who brought food to the patient early in the morning. There were also nurses who had just gotten off the night shift. Mu Qingqing had her eyes closed as she observed her surroundings. However, no one came to open the doors to the Sky Tower after a long time.

She was sure of her hunger. She suddenly missed the barbecue she hadn't eaten last night, and could smell the faint aroma of the roasting fireworks. He was probably just hallucinating due to the hunger.

During her free time, she sneakily glanced at Mo Xiaohe, who was downstairs. His eyes were closed, so it was unknown whether he was asleep or not. This person was pretty well-behaved in his sleep and didn't have any bad habit of kicking the blanket.

Suddenly, a pair of pitch-black eyes lit up under the incandescent light, causing his eyes to shine brightly.

For some reason, Mu Qingqing's heart tightened for an inch, and she suddenly realized that her actions were called peeping! However, Mo Xiaohe seemed to have felt someone looking at him just now, and the light in his eyes was a bit sharp. Mu Qingqing quickly pulled back and opened her eyes. She hugged her knees to keep herself warm.

The word 'cold and hungry' perfectly described her current situation!

It was really inconvenient. Without her cellphone, she felt the benefits of having developed communication over the next ten years. As expected, the more human society changed, the better it became, causing her to become so used to it that she started to rely on it.

Mu Qingqing raised her head to look at the distant fog being gradually penetrated by the thin sunlight. She wasn't tired from not having slept well the entire night. If it wasn't cold, this time it would have been considered a sunrise. However, the scene wasn't too beautiful … She shivered a little.

It was true that the red sun was rising slowly from the east, saying that the morning sunrise and the evening sunset were the most beautiful. However, Mu Qingqing sighed lightly as well. The most beautiful things would always rush away in a hurry. Many people had no time to reflect on the beauty of the clouds before they entered the hot noon and hurried on into the evening. In the final stage came sighs of missed beauty.

Fascinated by the scenery, she actually ignored the sound of footsteps on the stairs.

Mu Qingqing slowly turned her head away after hearing someone prying open the iron lock of the hospital's roof.

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