C81

When Simujo came out of the infusion room, they saw Simuche lying on the floor covered in blood, unable to get up. They hurried into the infusion room and helped him up, helping him to treat his wounds.

What kind of enmity did he have? His brother was fighting like this.

The front of his shirt was soaked with blood. He stood up, ignoring the persuasion of the nurses, and pushed the nurse in front of him away. He staggered toward the door, intending to look at his face.

After Xi Muche cleaned up the room, half an hour later, he lowered his head and staggered towards the ward with Xi Muqiao in tow.

Xi Muqiao's kick was too fierce, and it caused his internal organs to shift position. The entire chest cavity churned, and blood flowed down his throat several times, but he clenched his teeth and pushed it down, causing his entire body to ache. However, he didn't want to fall in front of Xi Muqiao, and he didn't want to be looked down upon either, so he could only bear it.

Although he didn't really like Xi Muqiao, he couldn't deny that he was still very afraid of him. The fear had slowly seeped into his bones from when he was young.

When Xi Muqiao didn't speak, he was expressionless and his entire body emitted an extremely cold and sinister aura. His deep black eyes were glaring at them. Even though they were so faint, they were able to silence them.

In front of Mo Mei's sickroom, Xi Muche stopped in his tracks, "Big, Big Brother."

Simujo stopped holding the doorknob and turned to look at him. His face was tense and he had no intention of speaking.

He was extremely anxious to see her face right away, but when he stood in front of the door, he was afraid. He was afraid to see her lifeless little face.

Xi Muqiao knew what he meant. He gently opened the door and sneered, "Simochi, don't make me look down on you. This is all your doing."

After he finished speaking, he no longer paid any attention to him and was the first to walk in.

It was now eleven o'clock at night, but Yuan Sufei did not feel sleepy at all. She sat beside the bed and stared at Mo Yu's sickly face, afraid that something might happen to her.

"Mom."

Yuan Sufei hurriedly stood up and asked in a low voice, "How is Grandmother?"

Xi Muqiao helped her to walk to the side and sit down. Looking at his mother's exhausted appearance, he comforted her softly, "It's fine. The results of the inspection are as usual. We can go home tomorrow."

Yuan Sufei heaved a sigh of relief, the fatigue on her face was obvious. 'Don't let this young one get into trouble, the old one will get into trouble too, then this whole family will really fall into chaos.

Simochi raised his head and lowered his voice, "Aunt."

Yuan Sufei turned her head to look and saw the bruised and split corner of her mouth and the swelling of her nose.

Her heart tightened as she quickly went to check on him. She knew that with Mu Qiao's temper and love for his appearance, Mu Che's beating would not escape. When she saw the wound on his face, her heart relaxed.

In this generation of the Xi Family, there were only two males in the Xi Family. She and the old lady shared the same opinion, no matter how strong the Xi Family was, they could not rely on Mu Qiao alone. He needed help, and in the future, the Xi Family would have to rely on these two brothers.

However, what she did not know was that the injury on Simochi's face was a minor matter, and what weighed more was Xi Muqiao's all-out kick. However, she did not know that the injury on Simocho's face was a minor matter, and what weighed on Xi Muqiao was his all-out kick.

"Mu Che, don't blame your big brother. It wasn't aunt that said that. You really did something wrong."

Yuan Sufei looked at his reddened eyes, unable to say a single word of reprimand. Both of them were children of their own, it made her extremely sad.

The current Xi Muche was like a child who had done something wrong, full of remorse. He had never had a mother since he was young, and having grown up in the Xi Family mansion, he was very respectful to Yuan Sufei, just like his own mother.

"Aunt, that won't happen. I deserve it."

"I'm going to see your grandmother."

Xi Muqiao checked the medicine in the infusion bag and nodded. Then, he followed Yuan Sufei out.

At the end of the day, this was still a matter between Simochi and Mo Yama. They could reprimand them, they could regret it, but they could not give them any substantial help. It was up to them to resolve the most important matters on their own.

After the two of them had left the room and the room was closed, Simochi started walking towards the patient. He walked very slowly. Even though he was only a few meters away, it seemed like he walked for a long time.

He stood by the sickly side, not daring to look up at Mo Yan's face.

After a long while, he lightly pulled up a chair to the side and sat down. He lifted his eyes to look at that small face, and with just a glance, he painfully closed his eyes.

"Appearance, I'm sorry, I'm sorry …"

When he raised his head to look at her, he froze. No one knew when Mo Wuji woke up, but his eyes were wide open as he stared at her.

He panicked, not daring to look her in the eye. His forehead was pressed against the entanglement of their ten fingers, but he didn't say anything. He didn't know what to say.

The two of them had been frozen for a long time, only hearing each other's shallow breathing. After a long time, when he thought that his face had fallen asleep again, a clear and timid voice reached his ears.

"Mucher, I want some water."

Xi Muche raised his head and looked up, not daring to believe what he saw. He thought that he was hallucinating, until he opened his mouth and spoke again.

"I want some water."

He was ecstatic in his heart and hurriedly nodded his head. The tears in his eyes were immediately flung out and landed on her pale white fingertip. The warm tears on her face shrunk. She was startled and quickly looked up, only to see his tall back.

Her gaze fell on his staggering steps. His body was not as straight as before, and he was slightly hunched.

He didn't want to be seen by her face, he didn't expect that she would still be willing to talk to him. After testing the temperature of the water, he finally brought the straw to her lips.

She drank two mouthfuls as her face was covered in a straw. Perhaps it was because the swallowing motion had pulled the wound on her cheek. She was in so much pain that she grimaced and her facial features scrunched together.

A trace of panic appeared on Simocher's face. He hastily placed the cup of water onto the cabinet and helplessly looked at her small face. He didn't dare to carelessly touch her, fearing that he would hurt her again.

"Big brother hit you?"

"Mm, I should have called."

She looked at the wounds on his face, especially at his nose. His face was swollen and bruised, and there was no way of telling if the bridge of his nose was broken or not.

"Which one do you have on you?"

She remembered his staggering steps, his bent feet, and she knew her brother's temper. It was impossible for Mucher to have only a cut on his face.

He forcefully pursed his lips. "Big brother, you fought well. It's all my fault."