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Chapter 376 The Marshal and the Doctor 4

The man walked to the bedside and looked at the peacefully sleeping Dr. Chu from head to toe.

"Who are you... and why are you approaching me?"

The man looked at Chu Jun's overly handsome face, his mind full of mixed feelings.

If I say that my previous break-in into the hospital where Chu Jun was was indeed an accident.

At that time, Mo Heng was just wary of Chu Yun, but he never doubted Chu Yun's identity.

Then, Chu Jun's sudden appearance at the Mo Pavilion and his deliberate attempts to get close to him forced Mo Heng to reassess Dr. Chu.

I don’t know if he is really innocent or has other intentions.

Mo Heng really hoped it was the former.

It seemed that Dr. Chu did not plan to stay overnight in Moguan, so he did not bring much luggage. Only a coat could be checked.

Mo Heng wanted to prove Chu Yun's innocence, so he turned the cashmere coat inside and out, but found nothing useful.

This Dr. Chu didn't even bring anything to protect himself.

"Perhaps he carries it with him?" Mo Heng turned his attention to Chu Yun.

Perhaps because Chu Yun's figure was indeed much thinner than his own, the pajamas originally prepared for him did not fit Chu Yun very well.

The pajamas were very loose, and by slightly lifting the quilt, one could see the young master's delicate collarbone, which was not too clear during the day, and his fair skin. The luster reflected from his skin was even brighter than the moonlight.

Dr. Chu has a good figure, with the flesh on his body growing in the right places. Although he looks weak, he is not the kind of person who is really fragile. He is able to avoid difficulties in time when encountering them.

"He's so smart and in good health, and he's capable of escaping when in danger. I don't think we need to worry too much about his safety."

Mo Heng stared at Chu Jun's body in a daze. He couldn't help but worry about Chu Jun's future for a moment before he remembered what he had to do.

The fingertips brushed against the cold barrel of the Browning rifle, and a "click" sound broke the silence at the moment.

The night was very cold, and the gun handle was colder than usual. This chill suddenly reminded him of three hours ago in the study, when Chu Jun held the Ru kiln teacup and her eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly covered with morning dew during the Waking of Insects.

Beautiful and fragile.

The muzzle of the gun was pressed against Sleeping Beauty's temple.

For a loaded gun, the bullet can be fired with just a small movement.

Mo Heng put the muzzle of the gun against Chu Yun's temple. He only needed to gently pull the trigger, and Dr. Chu would say goodbye to this world. Naturally, he didn't have to worry about whether this person would cause him trouble in the future and delay his work.

Once and for all.

Mo Heng really wanted to kill Chu Jun at this moment. He hated trouble and anything that disrupted his plans.

The most important thing is...

Mo Heng narrowed his eyes slightly, recalling the scene when he first saw Chu Jun.

Under the dim electric light, the young man stood tall and straight, wearing a white coat. His face seemed to be the most perfect work of God, or the most aloof snow lotus on the snow-capped mountains.

But the snow lotus did not make people feel cold. When he stepped into the house from the cold evening breeze outside, he even felt the long-lost warmth, which came from his heart.

The intense chase did not make him too nervous or have any other emotions. Instead, looking at the person in front of him, at that moment, Mo Heng felt that his heart was beating too fast, as if it was about to break through his chest and fall into the arms of the person in front of him.

Even her heart was "betraying" him.

Mo Heng realized that he would care about him, and would most likely continue to care about him forever.

Mo Heng's rationality told him that this was not a good thing. He couldn't have any weaknesses.

Mo Heng has learned to make decisions when necessary since he can remember.

Sometimes sacrificing one person can give more people a chance to live. Just from the perspective of "living", it is worth it.

but···

In the end, Mo Heng put away his gun.

'Chu Jun isn't hurting anyone right now?

Wait a minute, maybe it's just a coincidence?

Maybe...after a while I won't be bothered by him anymore?'

Mo Heng found a way out for himself and went down smoothly.

Late in the night, Mo Heng left, his back looking somewhat disheveled.

Chu Jun, who was sleeping, didn't know that he had just brushed shoulders with death, and the person who wanted to bring death to him was his beloved husband.

On the contrary, after so many days in this plane, Chu Jun finally arrived at Mo Heng's territory, which made him feel safe and he had a rare good sleep tonight.

"Master Mo, I'll come again on Wednesday. If you have anything to do during this time, you can come to Bethel Hospital to find me. You know my office."

Chu Jun left this sentence and left Moguan directly. Today was a working day and he had to be on duty at Bethel Hospital.

Mo Heng sent Chu Jun away with a bright smile on his face. His expression was perfectly executed, pure and innocent, as if he was still the dandy rich boy who only cared about having fun and didn't know anything else. No one could have guessed that such a man had wanted to kill Dr. Chu last night.

What’s more, Chu Jun didn’t know was.

The rickshaw driver who took him to the hospital today and some of the patients who came for treatment had long been replaced by Mo Heng's people. They monitored Chu Yun's every move at all times and reported every day.

"Nothing unusual?"

"Yes." The groom nodded.

For two consecutive days, the intelligence he received did not reveal anything unusual about Chu Jun.

This Dr. Chu seemed to be a good doctor who was dedicated to serving the people and had superb medical skills. In just a week, he had gained a good reputation in the hospital.

Many patients come to Bethel for treatment because of Chu Yun's miraculous medical skills.

"It's just that there are more and more patients in the hospital, making it difficult for us to monitor them. Occasionally, there will be situations that are beyond our sight." The groom reported truthfully.

"Well. If you find other flaws, report to me." The man said as he casually unbuttoned the cufflinks on his shirt, leaned back in the sandalwood chair, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

I don’t know if he was relieved or had other plans.

The sycamore trees outside the blue brick wall of Bethel Hospital had lost all their leaves. As Chu Jun buttoned up his cashmere coat, he saw the Austin 7 sedan running over the frozen sycamore seeds.

Mo Heng leaned against the car door, his neat long leather boots visible from under his otter-collared coat, and he was playing with a golden pocket watch in his hand.

On the busy streets, it is so eye-catching that it is impossible to ignore it.

"Dr. Chu's time is more accurate than German precision instruments." Mo Heng looked at the minute hand pointing to 34, looked up at Chu Jun who walked out of the hospital gate, and said teasingly.

The pampered young master was doing what a servant should do. He smiled and opened the car door. The smell of cigar wafted out of the car. He raised his hand to invite Chu Jun to get in.

Chu Jun sniffed, feeling that there was a hint of gunpowder in this.

There were many people here, and Chu Jun didn't want to offend Mo Heng, so he didn't refuse and got into the car.