C151

Chapter 151 - Benefits of sickness

Mo Cheng looked up in surprise. "You knew she was pregnant?"

Sneering, disdainful. Yu Cen Ran's eyes suddenly narrowed, as if she wanted to see through Mo Cheng's thoughts, "I only don't want to know, but South Bridge, I am very clear that you are not her type. Children can be temporarily taken care of by the Mo Clan, but you, don't even think about it."

The last few words, one word at a time, were sonorous and forceful, as if they had seen through Mo Cheng's thoughts. The light in his eyes suddenly flickered and dimmed.

The atmosphere became even colder. The two of them did not speak any further. Suddenly, an ear-piercing sound rang out. Yu Cen Ran picked up her phone. It seemed that someone had said something and Yu Cen Ran nodded before hanging up.

Yu Cen Ran stood up and felt an invisible pressure on his tall and big body, "I have something else to do. I will be there as scheduled on the day the operation is carried out."

"Thank you." Mo Cheng thanked him sincerely.

Yu Cen Ran didn't turn around but instead said in a deep and powerful voice, "Don't tell South Bridge that I'm donating the marrow to Mo Shao Hai."

Mo Cheng: "OK."

As her thoughts returned to the night, her pupils gradually became clear again. Mo Cheng's eyes were focused on Nanqiao. She had already finished another bowl of Cow River, so she asked for a bottle of Vita's milk and sipped it happily.

Looking up, out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed that Mo Cheng was staring at him. The South Bridge looked over, and their gazes met in midair. Mo Cheng shifted his gaze away and touched his nose, feeling a little awkward.

The atmosphere suddenly became strange.

The gaze Mo Cheng shot over was far too unfathomable, but South Bridge could feel that he had something on his mind.

He took off his jacket and put it to the side. After hesitating for a moment, he saw Mo Cheng frowning, then his red lips parted slightly, "Mo Cheng, what's wrong? Do you feel like there's something you need to say?"

Although Mo Cheng was a calm person, in front of the South Bridge, he did not look like he was in a bad mood. He normally gave people a feeling that he was close to a big brother, and was the kind of person that made people feel comfortable when they got along with each other.

However, today was not the usual day. His thick eyebrows were tightly scrunched up into a square, very unusual shape.

Nanqiao could not bear to continue and said, "If you are willing to share, then just say it. I can also listen and help analyze it."

Mo Cheng shook his head and the corner of his mouth curled up, "It's nothing. It's just that there's a problem with the number of companies. I'll have to review it again in the next few days."

"Oh, so it's like that."

Mo Cheng hesitated. In his eyes, Yu Cen Ran was a mature man with shrewdness. He had skills and power, and he had even injured the entire South Bridge.

He should have hated Yu Cen Ran, but when Yu Cen Ran asked to conceal the matter of South Bridge's donation of his bone marrow, Mo Cheng's opinion of him changed.

Perhaps, Yu Cen Ran was not as bad as he thought.

With a deep look in his eyes, Mo Cheng quietly observed the South Bridge's face. With the spirit of having just eaten his fill, his face was rosy, and the blush on his face looked very lively.

After thinking for a while, Mo Cheng still said, "South Bridge, there's news from the hospital. We've found the donor who did father's surgery."

He leaned forward and grabbed Mo Cheng's hand, "Really? That's great. Could you help me arrange it? I would like to personally thank this donor."

Mo Cheng smiled. "I've said it before, I will settle the matter of the gratitude as well. Rest assured."

"That won't do. This person is the great benefactor of the Mo Clan. No matter what, I must personally see him express my gratitude so that I can be at ease."

The warm smile on his face did not reach his eyes. His hand under the table was slightly tightened, and the smile on his face was unnaturally stiff. Mo Cheng smacked his lips and said, "Okay, I will ask him when he's free."

"Yes."

The next day, Mo Cheng arranged for a person to meet the South Bridge. The tall and thin young man had a pair of black-rimmed eyes.

South Bridge was very excited and very polite. He personally expressed his gratitude and pulled out a wad of cash from his bag, which he then handed over to that person.

The young man was too scared to accept it. He waved his hand to refuse it, but South Bridge was very enthusiastic. "Take it. Go and buy some nutrition for your body. The surgery will consume a lot of health value points."

Since he couldn't refuse, he could only accept it. Before leaving, he even turned his head back three times to say thank you, causing South Bridge to feel extremely awkward.

Not far away, in a dark corner.

The black clothed man held the phone, moved it close to his ear and whispered, "Mr. Mo, do you want to take the money back?"

With his Adam's apple rolling, Mo Cheng picked up the coffee cup on the table, took a sip, turned his head to the side to support his temple, and slowly opened his mouth, "There's no need, just take him to the airport as a cover fee."

"Understood, Mr. Mo."

Manhattan Hospital, ward.

"I'm sorry, this is a rule of the hospital, we have no other choice."

"I don't care, I'm a VIP in your hospital!"

Nanqiao passed the supermarket downstairs of the hospital, went in, and bought some fruits. He was in a good mood, so he walked briskly to his father's ward. Before he even got close to the ward, however, there was a wave of small quarrels.

South Bridge turned the knob and saw his father, Mo Shaohai, lying on the sickbed. Next to him stood a doctor wearing a white coat, measuring his father's condition with medical equipment.

Seeing the South Bridge, the doctor was very polite. He nodded slightly and continued his examination, "Old mister Mo, please open your mouth and let me have a look. Ah …"

Mo Shaohai ignored the doctor and turned his head to the side, murmuring, "Anyway, I'm living well here, I don't want to go anywhere."

Helplessly curling their lips, the doctor and nurse had no other choice. They turned to look at the south bridge with troubled expressions. "Miss Nanqiao, look at this!"

South Bridge was completely confused and confused. Only after the explanation from the doctors and nurses did they find out that their father Mo Shaohai was in good physical condition. The hospital had already decided to undergo the operation a week later.

The doctor said, "In order to ensure the patient's optimal state before the operation, our hospital specially selected a room suitable for Mr. Mo's recuperation. This was also with Mr. Mo's consent, but, Mr. Mo, he …"

The old man was unwilling to cooperate. His rebellious mentality was extremely severe. This matter had caused both the doctor and the nurse to suffer from a headache.

Nanqiao shot Mo Shaohai a glance, squinted his eyes, and suddenly felt his temple throbbing, "Dad, this is a good thing, it's good that no one is bothering you."

When Mo Shaohai heard this, he did not think so, and mumbled, "What's good about it? It's so quiet, not even a little bit of popularity."

The more Mo Shaohai spoke, the angrier he got. With a wave of his hand, he knocked down the IV drip, and the glass bottle fell to the ground and shattered into pieces, scattering liquid all over the floor.

"Anyways, I'm not going. Even if I die, I want to live here. Moreover, I'm not dead yet, so I'll start making decisions for me!" Mo Shaohai turned his head to the side, "Anyway, I'm not going anywhere!"

"Old Mr. Mo."

"Dad!"

He had already found the appropriate match type bone marrow, so he didn't need to worry about the funds. There was still Mo Cheng left to manage the Sky Group's matters. Now that everything was ready, he didn't expect to cause such a ruckus.

"Dad, this is the condition of the academy, and it will benefit your body as well!"

As he was speaking, the phone in his bag suddenly vibrated. South Bridge took out his phone, opened the screen and saw that the caller ID was Mo Cheng.

He raised his eyes to look at the agitated Mo Shaohai, then walked away with his phone and pressed the answer button.

"South Bridge, if father really doesn't want to, then let him stay in the sickroom now. At most, we can get rid of the patients in the surrounding wards. The environment is a bit worse, so at least we have achieved our goal."

Mo Cheng's voice sounded very tired, and thinking back to what he said about the number of groups, it would probably take some time to thoroughly investigate. He was already worried about the group's matters.

She had her ways, so she didn't need Mo Cheng to worry about everything.

Although Mo Cheng was much more mature than Nan Qiao in terms of how he handled things, and was also like a big brother that protected her, but to be able to share this small matter, he had to bear it.

He hurriedly replied with a few words, hung up the phone, and raised his head. When he saw Mo Shaohai staring at him, he frowned, returned his phone to its original position, and slowly walked over.

Mo Shaohai was still stubborn, "It was Mo Cheng, don't you think you should continue persuading me?"

"What should I advise you to do?" South Bridge took an apple out of the bag and put the knife on the skin, cutting it layer by layer.

"Mo Cheng said that as long as dad is willing, you can be happy. You can live in any VIP ward you want. But to ensure the quality of your recovery, all the patients on this floor have to move away."

South Bridge's face didn't show any emotion as he calmly said, "But for others to move away, it's immoral, and we don't like to spend money. We originally prepared a special treatment room, but now we're giving it to someone else."

Mo Shaohai immediately became unhappy, "That won't do, it's for me, so of course I can only live here."

"That's right, that was prepared for our dad. If you don't want to live, and don't want others to live with you, it would be a waste of money to be free."

Mo Shaohai's upper body sat up a little, and only then did he react. He was surrounded by his own daughter, digging a pit and waiting for him to jump down.

Mo Shaohai pointed at the South Bridge, spoiling it, "Oh you, I really don't know if your temper is following me or your mother!"

Nanqiao smiled and handed over the peeled apples. He pulled Mo Shaohai's arm with one hand, and shook it left and right, "Of course it's up to you. If I were to put my IQ into a shopping mall, I would be invincible."

When Mo Shaohai heard this, he raised his head and burst into laughter. The atmosphere between father and daughter was warm and intimate, something Mo Shaohai had never expected.

Nanqiao came to the hospital to accompany Mo Shaohai almost every day. This was probably the only benefit brought by his illness.