Raising You This Small Stuff

Chapter 9: Elf, the current physical condition has been downgraded to poor

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Mo Yicheng frowned slightly. Chen Jiao had been with him for a while, and he was not in such a hurry at all. The few times this happened was when Mo Yiyan appeared.

"It's okay, you don't need to buy it, just go and clean yourself up." Mo Yicheng said, this is a personal matter, and he doesn't want to interfere.

Chen Jiao nodded hurriedly, grabbed the broken juice bottle, turned around and left.

Not far away, Qian He looked at Chen Jiao's clumsy back as he staggered away, and sneered, "If you're so fat, you'll come out and turn around to be an eyesore!" In terms of emotions, sometimes people's sixth sense is very accurate, Qian He Already faintly aware that Chen Jiu had some strange feelings for Mo Yiyan, but he never regarded this greasy fat man who was 1.75 meters tall but weighed 1890 catties as an opponent. With his fat appearance, if Mo Yiyan could see him, sows could climb trees. Although there was no threat, his lover was liked by such an ugly thing, which made him feel very disgusted, and even though Mo Yicheng was still there, he sarcastically.

Although Mo Yiyan usually spoiled this little lover, but this time he still blamed him, "Qian He, what are you talking about?"

Qian He caught a glimpse of Mo Yiyan's gloomy face, and knew that this man should protect his younger brother more, so his momentum weakened, "I... I didn't mean it."

"Okay, be more careful with what you say in the future, it depends on the owner when beating a dog."

"Crash!" As soon as Chen Jiu exerted force on his hand, the broken sharp mouth of the juice bottle cut a hole in his hand, and blood gushed out all at once.

Mo Yiyan asked Qian He to wait for him, and then came over to say hello to his gloomy brother.

"I heard from the housekeeper that you went home a few days ago?"

"Yes." Mo Yicheng said calmly.

"...Mom called me and asked me to persuade you about Lin Mengxue. Of course, I'm not a lobbyist today. It's just that you know Mom's character. If I don't make a trip, this matter will never end." The high-cold personality of the three brothers of the Mo family had to collapse with Mo's mother.

Mo Yicheng nodded in understanding.

When Chen Jiu came back, Mo Yiyan had already taken Qian He from the show and left.

Chen Jiu kept one hand tucked inside his sleeve, and his eyes, which were squeezed by fat behind the thick glasses, were a little red.

"Chen Jiao."

"Brother Mo?"

"The people who can stay with me are excellent."

"Huh?" Chen Jiao was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Mo Yicheng was comforting himself, and said gratefully: "Thank you, Brother Mo."

Chen Jiu yelled at Brother Mo one by one. In fact, Chen Jiu was two years older than Mo Yicheng, exactly 30 years old this year. At that time, when the people from the company brought him over, after introducing him, they said directly, "You can just call him Brother Mo." Chen Jiu called him Brother Mo. Mo Yicheng looked at him as if he had just graduated from college, so he didn't correct him. Later, he found that he was used to him when he was older than himself.

"In the future, if you encounter someone bullying you, you must learn to fight back."

"… it is good."

Mo Yicheng knew that what he said was of little use. Chen Jiu was soft-tempered, gentle and humble, and it was unimaginable to ask him to confront others.

"Forget it, it happens that there is no work tonight, so you should get off work early and go back and have a good rest."

"Thank you, Brother Mo."

On the way back to the hotel, Mo Yicheng turned on his mobile phone to log in to the game, wanting to see how the little thing's movie was going, but found that Yuan Suo was curled up on the bed and fast asleep.

Probably because I was tired from watching, the little thing has been sitting in front of the computer for several hours every day since he got the computer, hugging and watching non-stop. The rest of the time is spent drawing and drawing in front of the small desk. I still can’t figure out how to connect the drawing board to the computer, so I spend most of the time sketching on paper, and then hide it from Mo Yicheng embarrassingly. Look. Since adding these devices, the little thing is obviously more tired than before, and it seems that he will limit his time for watching movies and drawing in the future.

Mo Yicheng helped Yuan Suo tuck the quilt and quit the game, but he didn't notice that Yuan Suo's breathing was faster than usual, and the blush on his face was abnormal.

Time went back to two hours ago.

I hope that after reading "A Dog's Mission" with snot and tears, I feel a little dizzy. At first I thought it was a headache from crying, but after sitting at the small table for a while, I felt that my stomach was also very dizzy. Feeling uncomfortable, I ran to the bathroom and vomited.

[System message: Little elf, your current physical condition has dropped to "poor". May I ask if you want to contact the player through a message.]

Yuan Suo clutched his stomach, his little face turned pale, he thought for a while and shook his head. Mo Yicheng is working now and is very busy, and he has had stomach pain and vomiting before, and he will be fine after a night of sleep.

"No... no need."

The system once again determined that there is no need to send a message, and disappeared on the wall.

Yuan Suo drank some water, climbed onto the bed, got into the quilt, his head became more and more drowsy, he coughed non-stop, and his stomach was churning violently. After a while, he really fell asleep in a drowsy state .

When Mo Yicheng entered the game, Yuan Suo had already fallen asleep for almost an hour.

When Mo Yicheng came back from fitness, he looked through tomorrow's script again, familiarized himself with it repeatedly, figured out the characters, and found that some places were not well understood, so he contacted the director to discuss the relevant details.

When he turned on the phone again, Mo Yicheng realized something was wrong.

Yuan Suo still maintains the previous posture, with shortness of breath, flushed face, tightly knit brows, and his fleshy mouth is no longer hydrated as before, and he is gasping for air with his mouth open.

"Beep?" Mo Yicheng called out.

May the cable not move.

"Beep, wake up." Mo Yicheng raised his voice.

"Well. Yuan Suo moved. He heard Mo Yicheng's voice and wanted to respond to him, but his eyelids were too heavy and his body hurt so much that he couldn't move at all.

Mo Yicheng panicked.

Nervously looking at the interface of the game, find the medical bar. There is a red word "poor" displayed on the elf's physical condition at this stage.

The simple Mo Yicheng can think that the only operation is to measure the body temperature. The body temperature is measured, and the body temperature has reached 39.8. Mo Yicheng anxiously clicked "System Automatic First Aid".

[System message: The first aid application has been submitted, please wait patiently.]

[System message: Queuing...]

Three minutes later, Mo Yicheng couldn't wait any longer. In the game, Yuan Suo had already started coughing in his sleep.

Mo Yicheng anxiously took out another mobile phone and dialed the number.

Liang Shaoning is the private doctor of the Mo family. He is young but has superb medical skills. He had just put his two young children to sleep when he got the call.

Mo Yicheng's anxiety on the phone made him wake up his wife who had been working in the hospital all day and had just fallen asleep. Then, before he could change his clothes, he put on his coat and ran downstairs, driving all the way to the hotel.

The front desk of the hotel had already received the notification. Seeing Liang Shaoning greet him politely and urgently, leading him to the elevator, the two of them almost trotted to the door of Mo Yicheng's room.

Before Liang Shaoning knocked on the door, the door opened. It was obvious that Mo Yicheng was already waiting at the door.

Mo Yicheng was wearing a nightgown, his hair was still half wet, and his usual calm expression no longer existed.

Liang Shaoning became nervous, it seemed that the situation was very difficult... On the phone, Mo Yicheng only said that he was an 18-year-old boy, and the rest of the situation should be dealt with when he arrives, isn't it

After Liang Shaoning entered the room, he automatically passed through the living room and walked towards the bedroom inside.

"Doctor Liang." Mo Yicheng stopped him.