Chapter 79: 070: Need to Take a Strong Dose of Medicine_2
Translator: 549690339
It smells delightful.
Mo Qishen looked around, quickly spotting a magnolia tree outside the window bedecked with countless blossoms. The lovely scent was drifting in from there.
Soon, Ni Yang brought over iodine and swabs.
Just as Mo Qishen was about to stand up from the chair, Ni Yang seemed to anticipate his action and chuckled, “You can stay seated. I’ll handle the rest.”
“Alright.” Mo Qishen felt an inexplicable warmth in his ears and nodded.
Ni Yang knelt and unfastened his metal button, her actions gentle as she applied iodine to the heavy bite marks.
Mo Qishen stiffened, not daring to move. He could clearly feel the warmth of her breath coating his chest.
It was a strange feeling.
Soon enough, Ni Yang finished applying iodine and stood up. In a mild tone, she said, “Mr. Mo, it’s all done. Be careful not to get water on it when you’re bathing in the next few days so you don’t get an infection. If you have time, you should get it checked at the hospital. 1’11 cover the medical expenses. You can find me whenever you need.”
“Alright, I’ll do that.” As he stood up from the chair, Mo Qishen’s throat bobbed twice, his voice clearly more hoarse than before.
Ni Yang furrowed her brows slightly. “Mr. Mo, is your throat bothering you?”
Mo Qishen’s expression remained indifferent. He coughed lightly into his fist and replied, “It’s fine. I’ve just been sitting here for too long.”
Ni Yang, who hadn’t been through many life experiences, didn’t think too much about it. She continued, “1 have some herbal medicine here that soothes the throat. It’s a little bitter. Would you like some?”
This was something that couldn’t be fixed with medication.
Mo Qishen shook his head slightly, his face betraying no emotion. “Thank you, but no. It’s getting late; 1 should go.”
“Alright.” Seeing his refusal, Ni Yang didn’t insist, “Then let me walk you out.”
Under the circumstances, it would be inappropriate to ask Mo Qishen to stay for dinner.
Upon hearing this, Mo Qishen was somewhat disappointed. He had assumed that Ni Yang would insist on him staying a little longer, perhaps even having dinner with her.
He didn’t expect that…
Mo Qishen agreed reluctantly. It wasn’t in his nature to mooch off of anyone.
As he got to the door, Ni Yang, as if suddenly remembering something, told Mo Qishen, “Mr. Mo, wait here for me.”
Before he could react, Ni Yang had already dashed back into the house.
But she returned quickly, her hands now holding a greaseproof paper bag. She thrust the bag into Mo Qishen’s hands, “Mr. Mo, you must be hungry after all this. This is bread I made myself. Take it to stave off hunger.”
Mo Qishen had intended to decline, but upon hearing that she made it herself, he consented, “Alright, thank you.”
After a pause, Mo Qishen continued, “We’re friends now, so calling me Mr. Mo is rather formal. Besides, didn’t you just introduce me to those kids as your brother? It’s fitting as I’m a few years older than you. If you don’t mind, you can call me ‘brother’.”
Ni Yang didn’t hesitate and promptly said, “Alright, Brother Mo.”
Mo Qishen smiled slightly. “I’ll get going then. You don’t have to see me off. I’m quite familiar with this area.”
“Sure,” Ni Yang nodded, “be careful on your own.”
“Mm.” Mo Qishen waved at Ni Yang, “Go back, it’s getting dark. Don’t want to frighten you.”
Ni Yang waved back at Mo Qishen and turned to leave. Her slender figure soon disappeared into the night.
Mo Qishen watched her retreating figure, his eyes slightly squinting. It seemed his trip here hadn’t been for naught.
He removed his gaze from the darkness a while later, turning around to head back slowly.
Mo Qishen was in a good mood that day, his lips curved in a smile all the way to the riverside.
The moon that night was beautiful, casting a silver sheen over the river and bringing forth rippling reflections.
Just as he reached the riverside, his left shoulder was slapped heavily, and a begrudging voice rang out, “Where the hell have you been all this time? I’ve been waiting here for so long because of you!”
Mo Qishen had a resigned smile on his face. He turned around and patted the old man’s shoulder, “Sorry, Dad, for making you wait so long!”
Mo Fuhai feigned a stern expression, “Tell me truthfully, where have you been all this while? Did you go messing with some innocent young girl again?”