The time of the city

Mo Yu arrived at the hospital quickly. After paying the bill on the first floor, she saw Song Fei and K rushing to the hospital.

Mo Yu didn't intend to give K a good face. She always thought K was a lively and interesting big brother, but she didn't expect him to do such a thing.

"Mo Yu, did Xiao Yuan hurt you?"

Mo Yu said nothing, staring at him angrily.

"Mo Yu, Xiao Yuan confessed everything to me, so I found out you were in this hospital. Is Xiao Hecheng okay? This matter has nothing to do with your brother. He didn't know about it, so don't take your anger out on him."

Mo Yu didn't get angry but laughed instead, but this laugh was filled with too much sarcasm. "My brother asked you to take the blame?"

Song Fei seemed to understand what had happened and stood beside Mo Yu. "Mu Yuze, I just thanked you for bringing me to see Hecheng. It turns out that he was harmed by you and Ni Jiamu. Let's not contact each other anymore. Xiaoyu, come on, take me to see Hecheng."

"Fei Fei, I..." Before she could finish her words, Mo Yu spoke first. "Fei Fei, let's go."

After the people left, K hit his head hard and said, "K, how could you be so stupid? Now everyone has been offended by you. Wait a few days before apologizing to Jiamu."

Xiao Hecheng was still in the observation stage and his life was in danger at any time, so no one was allowed to visit him in the ward. The two stood outside the ward, watching from afar through the window.

His body was full of various tubes, his originally thick black hair was shaved off, and his hands and legs were in plaster.

Song Fei didn't expect it to be so serious. When she saw it, she took several steps back in shock. Then she came up again, clinging to the window, tears streaming down her face. "How could this happen? Hecheng, you must get better. Those who hurt you will be punished."

Mo Yu just watched, tears silently flowing down her face. Xiao Hecheng was injured because of her. If he never woke up or became disabled, she would be responsible for him for the rest of his life.

The two of them stared out the window for an unknown amount of time before Song Fei suddenly spoke, "Xiaoyu, I'm going back to pack my things. We'll take turns taking care of Hecheng these few days."

"Fei Fei, this incident was caused by me. I can handle it myself. You still have to work and go to school."

"It's okay. I'll leave after Hecheng passes the critical period. I'm very worried about him, Xiaoyu. I'm also his friend."

Seeing Song Fei's determined look, Mo Yu stopped talking. After Song Fei left, Mo Yu booked a hotel near the hospital on her phone. She didn't want to go home and didn't want to see Ni Jiamu.

It was almost ten o'clock when Song Fei came to the hospital again. Mo Yu was dozing off on a chair in the corridor. Even in the dim light, the traces of tears on her face could be clearly seen.

"Xiaoyu, wake up. Don't sleep here or you'll catch a cold."

Hearing the voice, Mo Yu thought it was a doctor and grabbed Song Fei's hand tightly. "Doctor, how is He Cheng?"

"Xiaoyu, I'm Song Fei."

Mo Yu finally woke up and said, "I was confused in my sleep."

"You haven't eaten yet, right? I packed some food for you. Find a place to eat and then go back to rest. I'll watch over here." Song Fei handed the food in her hand to Mo Yu and smiled gently.

"Thank you Feifei, I'll come back after I finish eating."

Mo Yu carried the food to the stairs, found a clean spot, and sat down. Just as she opened the bag, her phone rang. Mo Yu took out her phone and saw it was Leng Xiyan calling. After hesitating for a moment, she answered the phone.

"Xiaoyu, where are you? Go home quickly. Jiamu is sick." Leng Xiyan's tone was very anxious. Even through the phone, Mo Yu could feel her anxious mood.

"Why am I back? Aren't you home?"

Leng Xiyan did not expect Mo Yu to answer like this, and her tone was so flat as if she was talking about a trivial matter. There was no sound on the other end of the phone. Just when Mo Yu thought Leng Xiyan had hung up, she spoke again.

"Xiao Yu, Jia Mu is very ill now. I don't know what happened to you? But he is your brother. He doesn't cooperate with me at all. He just wants you to come back." After saying that, Leng Xiyan hung up the phone without waiting for Mo Yu's reply.

Mo Yu put her phone back into her pocket, opened the lunch box, picked up some food and started eating. After just a few bites, she lost her appetite and threw the takeaway food into the trash can.

She took out her cell phone again and sent a message to Song Fei saying that she had to go home for something, then she walked out of the hospital and took a taxi home.

When they got home, the house was brightly lit. There was a quarrel upstairs, and Ni Jiamu's hoarse voice reached Mo Yu's ears. He said, "Don't bother me. Let Xiaoyu come back. She's all I want."

Leng Xiyan went downstairs and saw Mo Yu standing at the stairs, her face full of joy. "Xiao Yu, you're finally back. Jia Mu won't let me get close to him. Here's a basin, a towel, and some fever-reducing medicine. Come up quickly."

Leng Xiyan put all the things into Mo Yu's hands. Seeing that she hadn't moved yet, she said anxiously, "Hurry up and go up! Do you want your brother to be burned into a fool?"

Mo Yu nodded after listening, and went upstairs with the basin of water. Ni Jiamu's door was half open, and as soon as Mo Yu stepped into the room, he yelled at her.

"I told you to leave me alone, Leng Xiyan, you don't understand me, right?"

"It's me. I'm about to be burned into a fool, but you're still so stubborn." Mo Yu appeared in front of Ni Jiamu's bed with a basin of water.

"Xiaoyu, you're back. I thought you didn't want me anymore." Ni Jiamu's voice was hoarse and nasal. His face was flushed red and beads of sweat were oozing from his forehead.

"You're sick, I can't just stand by and watch you die." Mo Yu wet a towel with water, wrung it out, and applied it to Ni Jiamu's forehead. Then she picked up the fever-reducing medicine and handed it to him, "Take it."

"Xiao Yu, you care about me too, right? Otherwise you wouldn't come back. This was really not done by me. I picked up the watch that night and asked K to investigate. Later I found out that the watch belonged to Xiao Hecheng, but I didn't expect K to..." Before Ni Jiamu finished speaking, he started coughing violently, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs.

Mo Yu hurriedly patted his back and said, "Stop talking. Take the medicine first."

Ni Jiamu raised his head, his eyes misty, and said, "Xiaoyu, I want you to feed me."

"If you don't take it, you'll die." But Mo Yu still handed the medicine to his lips. He opened his mouth, and his lips touched her fingers, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally. Mo Yu's cold fingertips felt the heat of his spray. Just as Mo Yu was about to withdraw her hand, Ni Jiamu took a bite of the medicine in her hand and swallowed it with water.

"Xiaoyu, your hands are so cold."

"I'm sorry your mouth is cold." Mo Yu answered him perfunctorily while sitting on the bed wringing the towel.

"Xiaoyu, are you still angry?"

"no"

“Then you don’t even look at me.”

"What do you want to see?"

"Xiaoyu, you were so cold to me today. My heart aches."

"Get rid of your cold first, or you'll have another headache."

Ni Jiamu hummed twice, "Xiaoyu, I feel uncomfortable." Then Ni Jiamu fell silent and fell asleep.

Mo Yu was worried and decided to stay with Ni Jiamu. In the second half of the night, his condition became worse and worse. His body was like a furnace and he kept vomiting.

Mo Yu was completely panicked and contacted the driver and Leng Xiyan to send Ni Jiamu to the hospital where Xiao Hecheng was.

It was not until dawn that Ni Jiamu's fever subsided. Mo Yu collapsed on the ground due to exhaustion. From then on, she had a grudge against the hospital.