C146

Chapter 146 - Unsuccessful Matching

Yu Cen Ran's eyebrows shot up. She cast a glance at Zhou Yu Chen and suddenly kicked him.

Zhou Yu Chen immediately jumped away as if he had expected this and cursed, "F * ck, I'm praising you!"

The next day.

Nanqiao woke up very early, did not set the alarm, stayed in the United States for a few days, and gradually got used to the jet lag.

After entering the bathroom, South Bridge stood in front of the bright mirror. He turned on the handtap, brushed his teeth, and washed his face. When he finished washing up, he walked out and found that the electronic clock in the room was already pointing in the direction of 7: 30.

The winter light, with a cool warmth, seeped in little by little and fell on the bed, on the floor, against the blue-gray flannel carpet.

South Bridge folded the quilt on the bed and looked at the time. Then he walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and took out the purchased ingredients, washed them, cut them into pieces, and threw them into the pot of boiling water.

Today, she wanted to go to the hospital to visit Mo Shaohai. After she cooked breakfast, she put it into a thermos. Nanqiao thought that Mo Cheng wouldn't wake up so early, so she felt embarrassed to disturb him.

The winter snow on both sides of the street showed signs of melting, but the temperature suddenly dropped by several degrees. The South Bridge wrapped a beige scarf around her neck, just in time for the first train.

Ever since she was young, she had squeezed through countless public transport trains. However, this time, she didn't go out just to survive. When she thought of a man who was related to her by blood in the hospital, a corner of her heart suddenly softened.

It was a very strange feeling.

Now that he thought of it this way, South Bridge felt that finding his loved ones did not seem like a bad thing.

Soon, the bus stopped at a station close to the hospital. South Bridge got off the bus, and when she passed by the supermarket downstairs of the hospital, she went in to buy fruit and milk.

He put his hand on the doorknob, but he did not enter the South Bridge. There seemed to be more than one person inside, there seemed to be a dispute, and the soundproofing in the room was very effective.

Nanqiao Body Stopping, Bone Marrow Matching Type

Standing outside the door, he wanted to eavesdrop on other people's conversation. It was immoral to do so, so he took a deep breath, knocked on the door, and turned the handle of the door. The first thing he saw were Mo Cheng and Mo Shaohai, one standing in front of the window and the other lying on the bed.

Mo Cheng was stunned on the spot. It took him a while to react. After a while, he lowered his gaze to look at what was in South Bridge's hands. He moved his feet over and asked, "Why are you here so early?"

Nanqiao raised his eyebrows, chuckled, and countered, "I wanted to ask you these questions. I thought you were still sleeping and didn't ask you to come pick me up, but I didn't expect you would come even earlier than me."

Suddenly, his arm swept down a glass of water from the bedside table. The room was in a mess, the cup had been broken into pieces, water splashed in all directions, and the fruit bag also fell down along with it, landing in a round heap on the ground.

Seeing this, Mo Cheng quickly went to pick it up. Just as he was about to kneel down and get held down by the South Bridge, she laughed lightly, "What's wrong, you're absent-minded. Did you have a quarrel with your father?"

The weather wasn't too good. Dark clouds covered the sky, and occasionally, a few strands of sunlight could be seen shining through the clouds, sometimes bright and sometimes dark. Even South Bridge's face was unsettled, Mo Cheng's body stiffened, his lips moved, "What did you hear?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation, but the equipment here is very good, you can rest assured." The South Bridge was chuckling.

After cleaning up the ward and finishing their breakfast, Mo Shaohai seemed to be very happy. He had been smiling the whole morning, and even the others seemed to be more relaxed.

Nanqiao said that when Mo Cheng first went outside the Nan Family to wait for his, he saw a suspicious man who opened his mouth to take his away. She almost wanted to call the police.

Because of the uncertainty, South Bridge did not do so in the end.

Today, Mo Cheng was wearing an army green trench coat. His collar was slightly open, revealing a white shirt underneath. He was very casual and only smiled, "Have you seen such a handsome kidnapper before?"

A few of them laughed out loud.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door, opened the door, and a nurse walked in, "May I ask if Mr. Mo, Shaohai and his relatives are here?"

South Bridge nodded. "I am South Bridge. I am his family."

The nurse said, "I'm sorry, Miss South Bridge, but you didn't make it."

Stunned, he came back to his senses, but as if he couldn't believe what he had just heard, Nan Qiao frowned, "How could that be? I'm his direct relative. Didn't they say that the match was very high last time?"

Excited, South Bridge stepped forward and grabbed the nurse's hand. His gaze was lowered as it fell on the document she was holding in front of her chest. The words "failed" and "failed" were still there.

His heart felt as if it had been stabbed with a sharp needle, and there was pain near his chest. South Bridge shook his head and took a few steps back.

Seeing this, Mo Cheng hurried forward and put his arm around South Bridge's shoulder. He was very thin, and when he held it, his hand was actually a little chipped. Mo Cheng comforted him in a low voice, "It's okay. South Bridge, you can't do it anymore. We can find someone else!"

Seeing that everyone's expression was not good, the nurse nodded and said, "If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first."

He opened his mouth, but South Bridge said nothing. It was just that, in his heart, he felt that it was a pity that South Bridge had never thought of this result.

A light cough came from behind them. South Bridge and Mo Cheng turned their heads and looked over to see Mo Shaohai lying on the bed. They raised their right hands weakly, waving at the two.

Nanqiao's heart was bitter, his heart was sad, and his body was somewhat stiff. Mo Cheng helped her walk over and sat on the sofa beside the bed.

Immersed in their own world, they did not dare to accept what they had heard. However, they had forgotten that the person involved was also present at the scene. Hearing such a situation, Mo Shaohai should be feeling even more upset.

However, although his brows were gravely haggard and the pain didn't torment him, his face looked bloodless and very pale, but the smile at the corner of his mouth was still amiable and dignified.

His body was on the verge of collapsing, and his smile was squeezed out. He tried his best to maintain the false impression that everything was fine.

South Bridge's expression was not good. Looking at her father on the bed, perhaps due to the heavy gaze of South Bridge, Mo Shaohai looked towards her direction with a kind gaze.

He raised his hand and lightly stroked the South Bridge's forehead. With a deep and steady voice, he said, "South Bridge, this is fate. I never thought that I would be able to recognize you before I left. Now, there is no more regrets."

After a pause, Mo Shaohai's eyes shifted to the right, his thoughts seemed to drift far away. His eyes fell on the South Bridge, yet he seemed to be able to see the shadow of another woman through her body.

Sighing, Mo Shaohai laughed, "Maybe it's time for me to go and accompany your mother. South Bridge, she's alone. I don't feel safe."

Nanqiao was still immersed in her grief. Hearing such sudden and depressing words, she reflexively sat up straight, raised her head, and said solemnly and nervously, "You can't say such words!"

Mo Shaohai looked at the South Bridge calmly, "Foolish child, there will be a day when everyone leaves. This day, sooner or later they will have to face it."

Sooner or later, he would have to face it!

Nanqiao's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. She was in a bad mood, she didn't want Mo Shaohai to leave, and if the meeting was just to separate them, then Nanqiao would rather not know of Mo Shaohai's existence!

If he didn't know, he wouldn't be worried, and he wouldn't be worried.

Without saying a word, South Bridge only bit its lower lip. The part of its lip that had been crushed by the teeth turned white, and it took a long time for it to regain its color.

After glancing at the face of the South Bridge, Mo Shaohai opened his mouth hesitantly, not knowing what to say. After a long while, he opened his mouth again, "South Bridge, you …"

"Don't say anymore!" Before he could finish his words, he was abruptly interrupted.

Nanqiao's eyes were tightly shut, but tears still gushed out from his eyes, unable to be stopped. Hot tears rolled down his face, one by one, like beads with a broken string.

She tried to control herself, but the thought of her mother's death brought tears to her eyes, and she cried so hard that her shoulders shook and she fell to her knees.

"Dad, don't do this," she said, her voice choked with sobs.

Amidst his tears, South Bridge's voice sounded like a child's voice. However, she kept calling out to her father. Mo Shaohai felt as if his heart was being held by a pair of invisible hands, and the strength was increasing.

His heart was in so much pain!

His life was too long and he had to walk so many detours. In the end, he only knew what he truly valued. His life was so short, and before he could even properly feel it, he had already been possessed by an illness. He did not know when the time would end!

Mo Shaohai was sorrowful. He reached out his hand and held South Bridge tightly in his arms. The father and daughter pair hugged each other, letting the tears flow down their faces. At this moment, their hearts were tightly pressed together.

Blood ties could not be cut. Only a true relative could experience the sorrow and happiness in their heart.

The atmosphere in the ward was too depressing. Mo Cheng's eyes were in a trance as he shifted his gaze away slightly. Unconsciously, he saw a tall body.

Outside the door, Yu Cen Ran was clad in a black windbreaker with a hand in her pocket. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she stared at the South Bridge. She didn't take her eyes off it for a long time.

At a distance, Mo Cheng was unsure of what he saw. He rubbed his eyes, and sure enough, it was still Yu Cen Ran. Perhaps Mo Cheng's stare was too long.

When they were outside, the two men tactfully left the ward. Mo Cheng suddenly stopped and turned around. "What are you doing here?"

The snow outside began to melt, and the hospital path became muddy. With one foot, he stepped into a puddle, and the cold water immediately seeped into the soles of his feet. It was so cold that it felt numb.