My Beloved

Chapter 231 - IN THE HOSPITAL



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After listening to the doctor's instruction, Han Luo pursed her lips. At that moment, she wanted to have something gravy and spicy.

Seeing her pitiful expression, the doctor shook his head, "No, no, you can't emotionally blackmail me, dear. I've seen the cutest kids crying to me so that they didn't have to take medicine. It doesn't work on me anymore."

The doctor stood up and before leaving he stated, "Try to follow my instruction if you want to get out of the hospital quickly. You are old enough to understand what is best for you; and… try to be less vigorous. You have enough time to play around after being released from the hospital. Don't moisten your bandages. It will harm your arm injuries. Call me if you need anything."

Han Luo couldn't say anything. She lowered her head out of embarrassment.

Mo Yuan sat beside her and asked gently, "Ah Luo, are you having a problem with breathing?"

She shook her head and replied in a faint tone, "No, I'm fine, big brother Yuan. Don't worry."

He pulled him toward her and placed her head on his chest. He patted her back and mumbled, "Please don't freak me out like that. You had no idea how afraid I was when you fainted in my arms."

"And, whose fault is that?" Han Luo grumbled.

Mo Yuan easily confessed, "Yes, yes, It's my fault. I should have been careful."

Han Luo poked his chest with her left hand. "Big brother Yuan, I'm hungry."

Mo Yuan caressed her back and tenderly responded, "I know. You were unconscious for three days. We were all so worried about you. I've already contacted Rose and told her to prepare chicken porridge for you. She is good at making it. She said that she was going to make some dumplings for you too."

Han Luo whined, "Ah, I'm even hungrier."

"Endure a little longer." He gave a small peck on her head.

After a while, Benjamin came with a package. He abruptly opened the door and said, "Young Mast-" the rest of the words were stuck in his throat seeing the couple hugging each other. He quickly added, "I'm sorry, wrong room."

Han Luo pushed herself away from Mo Yuan. She didn't know why she was facing all kinds of awkward situations today.

Mo Yuan curtly said, "It's not the wrong room. Bring food." He didn't seem embarrassed at all.

"My apologies," Ben apologized for not knocking the door first. He greeted Han Luo with a smile, "Hello Miss Han, I hope you are doing well."

Han Luo could barely look at him. She acted as normal as she could and replied, "Hi Ben, I'm doing good. Thank you for bringing the food." She wished to smile but she was hungry and tired.

Mo Yuan snatched the package from him and opened it. He poured the chicken porridge in a bowl and placed it on the bed table. 

Before he fed Han Luo, he coldly gazed at Ben as if threatening him to get out.

"I'll take my leave then. I'll stay outside and wait for your order," Ben took the queue and left.

Han Luo asked in fear, "He won't spread rumors, right?"

Mo Yuan gazed at her and inquired, "What kind of rumor will that be?"

Han Luo fidgeted and answered with great difficulty, "You know… we were hugging… he might make mistake and-"

"What mistake can he make?" Mo Yuan pressed her for an answer.

"That…" Han Luo couldn't say anymore. She didn't know how to.

Growl!

Fortunately, her stomach saved her from the awkwardness.

She bashfully urged him, "I'm hungry, big brother yuan. Feed me."

Mo Yuan gazed at her for a couple of seconds before taking a spoonful of porridge, blew it, and fed her.

Han Luo quietly ate. She didn't make any eye contact with him.

However, the silence was too overbearing. It made her more nervous.

In the end, she couldn't take it anymore and asked, "How is Nana? What happened after I was taken away?"

Mo Yuan gloomily described, "That girl is fine. She had minor injuries. She didn't have to stay in the hospital. That's all I know. Those gangsters were taken to the police station. The police need your assistance. They will come to meet you in the evening. You can take a rest before they come."

He didn't like that fact that she was worried about someone else.

"That's good to know," Han Luo relaxed. She was worried about Nana Shimizu. After all, she helped her in a crucial moment.

Mo Yuan told her, "Don't worry about anything. Focus on healing. Xiao Ming and Xiao Yujin are coming to meet you after school. If you are worried, they will be worried too."

"Oh, today I skipped school! And also my dancing performance!" Han Luo gasped. 

She was supposed to have a dancing performance with Jared and her favorite dancer. Because of this kidnapping, she missed a great opportunity. 

Mo Yuan fed her and stated, "Forget about dancing and studying for a while. Mom already contacted them. They will come to meet you soon."

Han Luo reached out and tugged his sleeve. "Big brother Yuan, you shouldn't have skipped your classes for me."

"Compared to you, classes are nothing important," Mo Yuan declared.

"But still…" Han Luo felt sweetness spreading all over her heart. From time to time, he had a habit of saying some words that would flutter her heart.

Mo Yuan changed the subject and mentioned about the kidnapped, "I'm amazed that you weren't traumatized when you saw that you were bleeding. You dressed your wounds and even escaped that place. You did a wonderful job."

Han Luo expressed her thoughts, "I'm surprised too. When I think about it now, I feel really scared. I'm also surprised that I didn't react to blood at that time. But, if you ask me, I can only say, back then I didn't have the time to think about it. The only thing that was circling my head was escaping that place. Those people wanted to murder us after violating… I couldn't wait for them to do it."

Mo Yuan furrowed his eyebrows upon hearing the phrase 'violating'. He stroked her head and assured her, "Don't worry, Ah Luo. Nothing will harm you now."

"I wish that too. Big brother Yuan, you will stay with me, won't you?"


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