Chapter 162

Chu Yunyao only felt a tingling pain coming from her body, and a strong suction made her eyes go dark, and she fell into a coma.

She lifted her heavy eyelids, a ray of light penetrated her pupils, and she saw an anxious and joyful handsome face.

"Yunyao, you finally woke up." Mo Lingyuan was overjoyed, "What's wrong? Can you talk? Remember this is the Young Marshal's Mansion?"

Chu Yunyao stared at him steadfastly, she was so disappointed that she didn't bother to pay attention to his noise, and closed her eyes again.

It would be great if the people who wake up and see are father and elder brother, why did they return to this ghost place?

Thinking that her body had been cremated, Chu Yunyao wanted to cry, but she could only stay in this time and space for the rest of her life, could she never go back?

Mo Lingyuan's nervous questioning sound came from next to his ear: "Doctor Zhang, why did she faint again?"

"It may be that she has been in a coma for too long and her body is too weak, so she fell asleep again." Doctor Zhang rested his fingers on her pulse, "Young Madam's pulse is stronger than before, and there is no serious problem.

As long as you pay attention to nourishing food, nourishing qi and nourishing blood, you will be able to recover soon..."

Mo Lingyuan finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he still didn't dare to be careless: "Doctor Zhang, the mansion has prepared a bedroom for you to rest in, and please stay overnight, so as to avoid any accidents with my wife."

Mo Lingyuan didn't dare to let Doctor Zhang leave, and kept Doctor Zhang in the mansion.

Seeing that the tears on her face were still wet, Mo Lingyuan fetched warm water and wiped her cheeks clean.

After wiping her face, she began to wipe her fingers again.

After wiping her fingers, Mo Lingyuan still felt that they were not clean enough. After thinking for a moment, she thought that she was already in a coma and Bao'er was not around, so he might as well work harder and help her scrub her whole body.

Mo Lingyuan lifted the thin quilt, and reached out to catch the buttons of her unlined garment.

Only after untying the second button, a pair of small hands grasped the fingers.

Chu Yunyao stared at him with clear eyes, "What are you doing?"

"Wash your body for you." Mo Lingyuan raised the wet towel in his hand, "Are you awake? Do you want to eat anything?"

"No appetite." Chu Yunyao pushed his hand away with an unhappy tone, "Don't touch me."

Hearing this, Mo Lingyuan threw the towel into the water basin, leaned over to her side, and lay beside her, with a smile on his face: "You have the strength to lose your temper, it seems that you are really well."

Chu Yunyao pushed him: "Go back to your own room and sleep, don't occupy my bed."

"This is my room." Mo Lingyuan yawned, half-closed his eyes, and said vaguely: "I'll just lie down for a while, I haven't closed my eyes for several nights, I'm sleepy."

As soon as the words fell, a slight snoring sound came from Chu Yunyao's ear.

Recalling his bloodshot red eyes, Chu Yunyao wondered, could it be that he took care of himself for several nights without sleeping?

Mo Lingyuan was lying on her pillow, with his head against hers, and he looked as pure and harmless as a baby when he fell asleep. His handsome eyebrows were stretched, his arms were on her waist, and there were several lines of different shades on the back of his hands. One scar.

His fingers were also covered with fine and dense scabbed wounds, and it was unknown what had scratched them.

Chu Yunyao recalled what her brother had said to her in her mind, feeling very sour.

She must live a good life so that her father and brother don't have to worry about herself.

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The next day, Mu Qing twisted the medicine bottle and came to the Young Marshal's Mansion as usual, and was about to go to the bedroom when he was stopped by the guard: "Young Marshal hasn't woken up yet, so I'll go in later."

"Young Marshal stayed here last night?" Mu Qing was confused.