Mo Zexuan walked very quickly with Ling Yangxin in his arms. It was not easy to get a car into the alley, so he parked the car in the supermarket garage, far away from the barbecue stall.

Fortunately, the Second Hospital was near X University, so it was faster to walk through the alleys.

Ling Yangxin, who was lying in Mo Zexuan's arms, was already delirious.

Due to blood loss, she was more excited than anyone else because of her hemophobia.

The memory of blood rushed into her mind. The pungent smell and the unique sticky touch of blood made every cell in Ling Yangxin's body scream and resist.

Seeing Ling Yangxin struggling restlessly in his arms, and even the hand that was pressing on her wound was suddenly removed, Mo Zexuan frowned. He stretched out his big hand and fiercely slapped Ling Yangxin's snow-white thigh.

"Wake up, shit-stirrer, press the wound properly!"

Ling Yangxin's struggling expression froze for a moment, and then she twisted even more crazily.

It seemed that she was trying her best to break free from Mo Zexuan's embrace, and even used her hands and feet to move.

The wound on his waist quickly continued to bleed, and Mo Zexuan cursed in a low voice.

He found his buttocks and fiercely slapped Ling Yangxin a few times. A clear sound resounded through the alley, and Ling Yangxin was in a daze for a moment before she gradually calmed down.

Seeing this, Mo Zexuan kept shouting into her ear.

"Ling Yangxin, shit-stirrer, wake up, stop dreaming, wake up!"

His surroundings were dark, and he felt as if he was lying on a small boat, rising and falling in the endless surging sea.

Ling Yangxin looked around in confusion. Where was this? Who was she?

At this moment, a light lit up in the distance. She pushed the boat with all her might.

Suddenly, the color of the deep sea turned from black to red, and the waves that were filled with blood knocked her over. The bright red color stimulated Ling Yangxin, and a bone-deep fear wrapped around her.

"No... Don't! Save me... Save me!"

When Mo Zexuan heard the cry for help, he subconsciously looked at the woman in his arms. He saw that her eyes were tightly shut, and she was unconsciously crying out. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and a line of clear tears slowly flowed down her face.

He frowned slightly and called out Ling Yangxin's name again in a low voice. This time, it did not have much of an effect. Ling Yangxin's cry for help became weaker and weaker. Mo Zexuan gritted his teeth and looked at the hospital in front of him. He stepped on the stairs, lowered his head, and kissed the delicate lips in his arms deeply.

The cry for help was blocked, and a cold feeling came over her. Ling Yangxin floated in the hot, blood-red sea, and when she felt the coldness, she immediately grabbed onto it tightly and rushed to the shore.

When she opened her eyes, she seemed to see Mo Zexuan's handsome face. Was he... kissing her?

When she finally made it to the operating room, Ling Yangxin had already fainted.

Mo Zexuan stood at the door of the operating room with an unfathomable look in his eyes.

He brushed the corner of his lips with his finger, as if he could still feel the soft touch. He chuckled and dialed the number.

"Ji Juechen, when are you flying back?"

"What's wrong? My discussion isn't over yet. I'll be back in a few days when I'm free."

"I must have something to talk to you about. I want you to treat someone."

"That person can't be the hemophobia patient you mentioned last time, right?" Ji Juechen frowned. He was just an authoritative surgeon. Hemophobia was a mental illness, and it did not fit his profession.

"Hmm, something happened recently. I don't trust anyone else, but you should come back as soon as possible and treat this patient for me."

Mo Zexuan leaned against the wall, his tall figure like a beast that was ready to pounce.

"Were you plotted against by the enemy again?" Ji Juechen's teasing voice sounded. Mo Zexuan's eyes turned serious and he subconsciously looked towards the operating room.

"I will make those people pay the price."

He was implying something. The first person that appeared in his mind was the hooligan who stabbed Ling Yangxin.

"Alright, then I won't disturb you anymore. Goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, the surgery was coming to an end. Mo Zexuan waited quietly, and not long after, Ling Yangxin was pushed out.

"Director Mo, it's a good thing you sent her in time. This young lady is fine."

"Yes."

Looking at the doctor's respectful attitude and the private VIP operating theater and ward, Mo Zexuan nodded in satisfaction and took out a black card from his pocket.

"There is no need to arrange for a nurse in the ward. I will personally take care of her."

"Yes, yes, yes. I promise that no one will disturb your relationship with that lady."

The doctor showed a knowing smile and took the black card.

In the ward, Mo Zexuan had pushed the word 'care' to the limit. He had stayed by Ling Yangxin's bed almost the entire night. Whenever she made a sound, even if it was just a slight frown, Mo Zexuan would try to calm it down.

He silently looked at Ling Yangxin's ferocious wound. If it wasn't for her blocking, his newly healed knife wound would undoubtedly have continued to crack, and even more so, his muscles would have been damaged.

He couldn't understand how such a crying little woman would have the courage to block it for him.

In the silent night, his heart, which had been sealed for a long time, began to beat faster.

When Ling Yangxin woke up, it was already noon the next day. Her stomach was growling.

"Ahhhh! Mo, you are a 'good thing insulator'. If I touch you, I will be unlucky. Hiss... My waist!"

The wound was aching, and Ling Yangxin felt as if she had missed some important memory. She rubbed her lips in distress and was about to think about it when the sound of a child crying came from outside the door.

Ling Yangxin's thoughts were interrupted. She shook her head and decided not to think about it anymore. She threw back the blanket and got off the bed. She held onto the wall and slowly walked to the door.

With a "kacha" sound, the door opened. Not far away, a cute little boy was squatting on the ground, crying loudly, not forgetting to shout.

"Mom, mom, where are you? Wuwu... mom..."

Seeing him cry so sadly, Ling Yangxin couldn't help but feel her heart soften. She couldn't help but think of herself eighteen years ago, sitting in the hospital and crying helplessly.

"Little friend." She couldn't help but step forward and hold the little boy's hand.

"Don't cry. What's your mother's name? Sister will take you to her, okay?"

The little boy hiccuped. Seeing Ling Yangxin's gentle expression, he could not help but pounce on her legs.

"I don't know where Mommy went. The doctor said Mommy went into the operating room, but I couldn't find her after a long time."

Seeing the three or four-year-old pudding pounce on her, Ling Yangxin subconsciously bent down to hold it, but accidentally touched her wound.

"Hiss..." She let out a soft cry, endured the pain, and steadily held onto the little boy. Holding his hand, she slowly walked towards the direction of the operating room.

The ward area was in the east side, and the operating room was in the west side. The little boy only cared about going up and down the stairs to look for her, so naturally, he could not find her.

Ling Yangxin held his hand and soon arrived at the emergency operating room.

A big and a small figure snuggled together and sat quietly at the door, waiting.

Mo Zexuan walked into the ward with a bag full of food. Looking at the empty room, he couldn't help but frown. He turned around, his entire body brewing with an extremely low pressure.

"Ling Yangxin, you really know how to mess around!"

After running around the entire floor of the ward, Mo Zexuan's face became even uglier. He had been kind enough to buy food, afraid that she would be hungry, but this woman left without a word.

If he had known earlier, he would have starved that heartless girl to death!

"Mo... Director Mo, you are..."

It was the same doctor from yesterday, Mo Zexuan, who was walking towards him.

"Did you see where that woman went yesterday?"

Seeing his dark and slightly anxious expression, the doctor understood.

It turned out that he had quarreled with his little lover. He pointed to the operating room in the West District.

"I just saw that lady take a little boy to the west side."

"Yes, I know."

Hearing that, Mo Zexuan immediately turned around and walked towards the West District.

Ling Yangxin, who was sitting on the waiting chair, suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. She subconsciously looked back and saw Mo Zexuan's bottomless black eyes.

"Eh? Didn't you leave?"

She blinked her almonds, and the little boy turned his head when he heard her. The two of them had the same puzzled expression, and their blinking big eyes were extremely innocent.

Mo Zexuan clenched his fists and suddenly forgot what he wanted to say. He could only slowly let out a breath.

The nurses wheeled the little boy's mother into the ward a short distance away. The little boy bowed politely to the two of them and called out crisply, "Thank you, sister, for waiting with me for my mother to come out."

He got down from the ground, waved his little palm, and skipped away. He left without hesitation.

Ling Yangxin felt inexplicably disappointed.

Seeing that the surroundings had become quiet, Mo Zexuan raised his eyebrows and pulled Ling Yangxin's arm. His dark pupils were filled with complicated emotions, but they suddenly disappeared.

"Ling Yangxin, you are really capable. Don't think that you can save the world by studying medicine. Look at yourself now. You can't even save yourself! You can help others, but you can't be blind. You have to provide appropriate help without endangering your own life. Do you understand?"

" But... But I'm fine, right? "

Ling Yangxin's eyes were unfocused, and her thoughts were nowhere to be seen. Seeing her absent-minded expression, Mo Zexuan gritted his teeth.

The anger that he had been holding in for a long time felt like it was hitting a ball of soft cotton in front of this woman.

He thought of the time when he was injured, and she brought him home without any hesitation. Such kindness from an idiot...

Mo Zexuan sighed and prepared to not pursue this matter any further.

Taking out the food from the bag, a rich fragrance filled her nose. Ling Yangxin's eyes lit up, and she unceremoniously took out a few of her favorite dishes.