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Chapter 375 The Marshal and the Doctor 3

Perhaps it was because it was rare to see such an outstanding peer who could chat with Mo Heng and not look down on him as a playboy, Mo's father was so enthusiastic towards Chu Jun that he invited Chu Jun to stay in Mo's house for dinner and was reluctant to let him leave.

"Doctor Chu, why don't you stay at the Mo Pavilion for a while longer? The guest room has been prepared for you. My son has become a bit spoiled by my wife. If he has offended Doctor Chu in any way, I will apologize on his behalf."

Uncle Mo, as an elder, said so, and Chu Yun couldn't refuse, so he stayed at the Mo Pavilion for one night.

"Did he come here on his own initiative?"

Late at night, in the study, the unruly look on Mo Heng's face had long been wiped away, and the pressure from a superior was enough to make people feel suffocated.

If someone who is not familiar with Young Master Mo is here, it is possible that they would think that he is Young Master Mo's twin brother.

The housekeeper showed Mo Heng the letter of self-recommendation that Chu Yun had submitted to Mo Guan. It was written in black and white that Chu Yun was not invited by his father, but came to Mo Guan on his own initiative.

Mo Heng was not surprised that the head of the Mo family could so easily agree to let Chu Yun be the family doctor of the Mo family.

Chu Yun is a young master of the Chu family, also a young master of a merchant family. He is a top student who returned from studying in Germany and a doctor with a promising future. What a good child!

On the other hand, in the eyes of his father, his son is just an uneducated and uncultured playboy.

Perhaps his father dreamed of having a good son like Chu Yun who was easy to take care of.

But someone like Chu Jun, who still has his regular job at the hospital to attend, still took the extra mile to work part-time at the Mo Pavilion. This young master Chu is not someone who needs money, and he wouldn't do this for money. So why did he do this?

"I see, you go down."

He was the only one left in the study. In the living room not far away, his father should be chatting happily with Young Master Chu. Mo Heng knew without thinking how much his father would like Chu Jun's obedient face.

The letter was handwritten. Mo Heng looked at the handwriting on the letter paper. It was elegant yet firm, with sharp strokes. One can tell a person's character by his handwriting. That young master was no pushover.

The lights flickered, and Mo Heng's eyes flashed with Chu Jun's frosty face when she left, and he muttered to himself.

"Chu Yun...what is your purpose?"

The Mo family is the most powerful family in the concession. They are powerful and wealthy. The Mo family dares to say that they are second to none. No other family dares to say that they are first in front of the Chu family.

Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to say that this Moguan, located in the most bustling area of ​​the concession, is a large mansion.

Father Mo probably thought that "birds of a feather flock together", so he arranged Chu Yun's room in Mo Heng's yard.

The two bedrooms are separated by only a wall.

When Chu Jun was led to this room, she knew who lived next door. As the night deepened and it was almost time to go to bed, there was still no movement in the next room. She didn't know what Mo Heng was doing.

This was only the second time Chu Jun had met Mo Heng today, so he wasn't in a rush to make his presence felt in front of him.

He came here in a hurry today because he was worried that Mo Heng would not take care of his injuries. If the wound became infected, it would be a difficult injury to heal in this era and could cost a person's life if he was not careful.

After washing up, Chu Jun lay on the bed and recalled the past few days with Mo Heng before falling asleep.

Chu Jun could probably guess that Mo Heng was just as his father said, not the playboy he appeared to be. He must be planning something in secret.

As for Uncle Mo, the head of the Mo family, he seemed completely unaware of this and even firmly believed that his son was a loser. It was unknown what tricks Mo Heng had used to conceal this.

The Mohist School maneuvered between various factions. Despite its wealth, in this turbulent land, its only real support lay in the power it held, the bullets in its chamber. Empty wealth was but a wallet at the mercy of others.

Mo Heng's knuckles were thick with calluses, suggesting he was no playboy from the start. The dissolute image he displayed among Shanghai's elite for so many years was all a facade.

Chu Jun lay on the bed and fell asleep while thinking.

The night in the Moguan is dark, like thick ink that cannot be dissolved.

The thin moonlight filtered in through the Western glass window, casting a frosty glow on Chu Yun's pajamas.

Because of a period of bumpy travel overseas, Chu Jun now sleeps much better and no longer rolls around looking for the arms of her husband.

Just lie on the bed obediently with your hands on your stomach.

The Mo family's house is deep, so it is naturally quieter to live in it.

Apart from the occasional unknown gunshots, there are no unknown birds disturbing people's dreams in the middle of the night.

The infuriating wind lamp in the corridor suddenly shook, and its copper hook hit the blue brick wall, making a faint sigh.

A figure quietly pushed open the door. The person walked very quietly, and a pair of lambskin slippers made no sound when they stepped on the wooden floor, like a resentful ghost whose soul had nowhere to go in the middle of the night.

But the vengeful ghost was also a considerate person. He was worried that the night light outside would disturb the sleeping guests inside, so he quietly closed the door, leaving only a small crack, just to let himself see everything in the room clearly.

The person on the bed was sleeping soundly and defenselessly. The moonlight flowed over his wrists that were folded on the brocade quilt, illuminating the blue veins like a detailed painting on rice paper.

The intruder's eyes wandered over the young man's stretched shoulders and neck, and he recalled the first time they met at Bethel Hospital that night. The butterfly bones faintly visible under the man's white coat seemed as if they would break out of the cocoon at any time.

When he hugged the beauty, he realized that this young master was too thin.

The intruder's gaze fell on Chu Yun's face, recalling the information he had found out.

Dr. Chu has a very clean resume.

If you look at Chu Yun's resume, there is no problem at all.

The youngest child of the wealthy Chu family's patriarch was sent abroad to study medicine when he was sixteen or seventeen years old, and was able to work in a hospital after graduation.

What a great major with a bright future.

The Chu family doted on their youngest son and had originally decided not to let him return to China and get involved in the messy affairs. It would be better for him to live a peaceful and stable life abroad.

But a month ago, this well-educated young master sneaked back home without telling his family.

After returning, Dr. Chu was immediately employed at the German-run hospital. Everything went smoothly, as if it had been planned in advance.

But looking at Chu Yun's life, it's not like that.

A native Chinese, although his family is a wealthy business family with generations of business, he has never done anything to harm others, and even has a tendency to oppose foreigners.

It is his experience of studying abroad and his sudden decision changes in recent months that make it difficult to figure out his true background.

The dark clouds outside let the moon shine through, the light became brighter, and the figure of the intruder gradually appeared.

The man was wearing silk pajamas, his hair was slightly messy and smelled damp, he must have just taken a shower.

His eyes were dark, and the moonlight outside the house did not cast any light in his eyes. They were like the eyes of a beast eyeing its prey, and it would not let go easily once it set its eyes on it.