A fashion queen

As night fell and all was quiet, Mo Yunting approached the hospital like a ghost, stealthily and silently. He first carefully entered the power distribution room, and with his exquisite skills and familiarity with the electrical system, he successfully destroyed some key electrical equipment. In an instant, part of the hospital was plunged into darkness, and people began to panic.

Mo Yunting took advantage of the chaos and rushed into an empty ward at lightning speed and hid in the corner.

Not long after, a nurse hurried in, ready to check the situation in the room. Mo Yunting saw the opportunity, rushed forward, covered the nurse's mouth, and pressed the dagger to her throat.

"Don't make a sound! Tell me where Cui Xueying is, otherwise..." Mo Yunting threatened in a low voice. At the same time, his eyes, as cold as ice, stared at the terrified nurse in front of him, and the knife in his hand also increased a little bit of strength.

The nurse's face instantly turned pale as paper, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably. Finally, under Mo Yunting's powerful intimidation, the nurse had no choice but to nod and indicate her willingness to take him to Cui Xueying's ward.

The nurse brought Mo Yunting to Cui Xueying's ward and asked her to open the door. After the door opened, he quickly entered the room and saw Cui Xueying lying on the bed.

Cui Xueying seemed to be sleeping soundly, her face haggard. A complex emotion surged in Mo Yunting's heart. He walked gently to the bedside and stared at Cui Xueying.

What on earth had happened? Why had it all happened? What evil had that despicable Lu Yu done to her? Countless doubts flooded her mind, lingering.

He desperately tried to wake her, but when his eyes fell on the IV bottle hanging from her body, his hand, which had just been extended, slowly dropped as if under a spell. He gently grasped Xueying's hand, his lips trembling slightly as he whispered softly, "Wife, what on earth has happened to you? How did you become like this?"

Just as he was scowling and at a loss for what to do, suddenly, a very weak girl's voice came from the hospital bed not far away, "Shh... don't make any noise, my sister needs to rest well now, don't disturb her."

Mo Yunting frowned suspiciously, wondering: What on earth is going on? How could such a young girl appear here? Filled with questions, he slowly turned his head, his gaze searching in the direction of the voice.

As far as his sight could see, a petite little girl was blinking her big, watery eyes, staring at him intently! The little girl looked only about ten years old, her delicate face as delicate as jade, endearing and adorable. But what puzzled Mo Yunting was why such a young child was in the same ward with Xue Ying?

"Who are you?" Mo Yunting took a deep breath, trying hard to suppress the fluctuations in his heart, and lowered his voice as much as possible, as if he was afraid that this low voice would scare the little girl in front of him who looked timid and adorable like a little white rabbit.

The little girl blinked her bright eyes, opened her cherry lips slightly, and replied softly in a voice as soft and sweet as sticky rice cakes, which seemed to melt people's hearts: "She is my sister."

Hearing this, Mo Yunting was startled, countless thoughts flashing through his mind. But he quickly regained his composure and said slowly, "Nonsense! She's my wife. I've been with her day and night, and I've never heard her mention having a sister. Little girl, lying is not good. You must tell the truth to your brother." After saying this, a gentle and patient smile spread across his face, like the warm spring sun, trying to dispel the little girl's anxiety and doubts, allowing her to speak the truth with confidence.

The little girl wasn't shaken by Mo Yunting's words. Instead, her eyes became even more resolute. She bit her lip, as if she had made a great decision. "Yes, I lied, but she saved my life! In my heart, she will always be my sister, forever!"

Hearing this, Mo Yunting understood. But then he thought, based on his understanding of his wife, she would most likely do it. So, he nodded to show his understanding and continued to ask, "She saved you? What exactly happened? Can you tell me about it?"