bookcurios Chapter 203 - Preparing for the End
Chapter 203 - Preparing for the End
"Miss Qing, please forgive me for being blunt, but Master Mu's injury will only last for a few days. It won't last more than three days. You should prepare for his funeral as soon as possible! It will be painful for him to wait like this."
The old doctor's merciless words completely broke Qing Mo. He spat out a mouthful of blood onto Mu Zhisu's quilt. He seemed to have lost the will to live, and his eyes were desolate.
"Mo'er... don't... scare me..." Mu Zhixiao tried several times but failed to get up. The wound on his body was also affected, and more and more blood seeped out of the gauze.
"Xiao... please take me with you, don't leave me here alone... okay?" Qing Mo stared with her big eyes. At this moment, she was like an ignorant child, constantly praying not to be abandoned.
"Okay... let's do it together!" Mu Zhixiao raised his hand weakly and kept stroking Qingmo's head.
Seeing the two people in such an embarrassing state, the old doctor sighed and shook his head and left. He couldn't help but feel sorry for the girl. With such a noble status, she could have married into the palace and become a royal concubine, but she insisted on putting herself in such a miserable situation. It was really too much for her!
"Chuck... cluck..."
"Mo'er, what are you... laughing at?" Mu Zhixiao said weakly.
"Xiao, guess why the old man left with a sigh?" Qing Mo asked innocently, tilting his head, with a smile flashing in his eyes.
Mu Zhixiao was stunned, and suddenly remembered what he heard when they were shopping that day. The corners of his mouth curled up a little smile, and he said coquettishly, "I think you probably think... you are wrong. Why don't you let me be your concubine, but have to fall in love with me... a worthless high priest."
"It's good to know. So no matter where we go, you must treat me well and never let go easily." Even at the Naihe Bridge.
Qing Mo didn't say the last sentence, but Mu Zhixiao understood what she meant.
Undoubtedly, Qing Mo inspired Mu Zhixiao's will to survive. He had reached the point where he would vomit after eating or drinking something, but in order to stay alive, he kept asking Qing Mo to feed him medicine.
The thick and bitter medicine was even more disgusting. He would vomit out most of it every time he drank a bowl, but he still let Yu Qing continue to feed him. Later, when he couldn't bear it any longer, he asked Qing Mo to cover his mouth tightly so that he couldn't vomit.
Maybe it was God's mercy, although Mu Zhixiao's health did not improve three days later, he was not at the end of his life as the doctor said. Qingmo was so happy that he burst into tears and danced with joy as he kowtowed to the God of Dongchu!
Just when Qingmo was holding on to his beautiful expectations, hoping that Mu Zhixiao would get better, the head of the Mu family, Mu Chen, walked into their room with two servants.
"Mu...Uncle Mu..." Qing Mo bowed his head and saluted.
Mu Chen did not answer, but walked to the bedside with a cold face, frowned and looked at the weak Mu Zhixiao, and spoke for a long time, "Zhixiao, you have really caused a big trouble this time. As the head of the family, your father should handle it impartially. I hope you don't blame your father."
"Son, I don't blame you." Mu Zhixiao looked at Mu Chen with respect.
Mu Chen turned around and avoided Mu Zhixiao's gaze, but he didn't know that his hands behind his back betrayed him.
A faint smile appeared on Mu Zhixiao's face. If his father didn't care about his little son, why did he clench his fists so tightly that they bled?
"Zhi Xiao, considering that you are covered with injuries, I will give you three more days at most. You must leave the Mu family and Dongchu after three days. Do you hear me clearly?" A slightly tired voice sounded.
"I understand. I hope you take good care of yourself, Dad. Please forgive me for being unfilial!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he wanted to stand up. How could Qing Mo not know what he meant? He quickly stopped him, then walked to Mu Chen, slowly knelt down, kowtowed three times, and said, "Uncle Mu, these three kowtows are what Mo'er should kowtow to! Mo'er took away your most proud youngest son, causing him to wander outside for half his life and unable to return home. Mo'er apologizes to you here!"
Mu Chen raised his arm to signal Qing Mo to stand up, but she kowtowed three times and continued, "These three kowtows are made by Mo'er on behalf of Xiao. Thank you for your nurturing and cultivation over the years! He will not be able to enjoy your presence in the future, so Mo'er apologizes for him!"