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Chapter 382 The Marshal and the Doctor 10

It was already winter, and Mo Heng changed into thicker sweaters and coats to cover his wounds tightly. He walked properly, so naturally no one would suspect that this young master had been shot and had been lying in someone else's bed half-dead some time ago.

"Hello, I'm looking for Dr. Chu."

The young man dressed in noble attire appeared in the hospital and naturally became the focus of everyone's attention.

The window staff followed protocol and asked, "Are you feeling unwell? Doctor Chu primarily treats trauma, so the queue is long. If you have other ailments, you can ask another doctor to take a look."

Dr. Chu is a good doctor, and most of the patients who come here want Dr. Chu's help. However, there are too many people queuing up. Sometimes some patients come at noon and have to wait until the evening to get a place in line.

If it's just a minor issue, there's no need to wait so long.

Besides, the front desk staff also wanted to reduce Dr. Chu's pressure. They are so busy every day, and they still have to take time out to perform surgery on seriously injured patients. Even a strong person cannot do this.

"I'm seriously injured. Please help me get an appointment with Doctor Chu." Mo Heng coughed twice and a few drops of sweat instantly fell on his forehead.

Mo Heng was tall and handsome, with regular features. Judging from his appearance, he was the kind of person who was very upright and would not lie. The front desk staff, who obviously did not want to cause trouble for Mo Heng, believed Mo Heng's words and arranged a number for him to see Chu Yun.

But Mo Heng did not lie. He was shot in the abdomen but still came to see the doctor alone so nonchalantly. He, the Young Master Mo, was probably the first one like that.

The front desk clerk didn't fool Mo Heng. It was indeed difficult to get an appointment with Dr. Chu.

Two hours later, Mo Heng's name was called.

"Mo Heng, is Mr. Mo here?" the nurse called out in the waiting hall.

"Yes, yes." Mo Heng raised his hand immediately.

When Mo Heng entered the treatment room, Chu Jun looked very tired and rubbed the tip of his nose. Seeing that it was indeed his old gong who came in, Chu Jun gave him a glare.

"Doctor Chu, don't be angry. Didn't you ask me to come to the hospital for a follow-up examination? Here I am."

This is a hospital, clearly not a good place to educate Mo Heng. Chu Jun raised his chin and gestured for Mo Heng to lie down on the bed so he could look at his wounds. "I told you to come, Young Master Mo, and you're here. What's going on? I told you to do something serious, but you went to the Third Hall instead."

Mo Heng didn't say anything else, worried that if he spoke too much, he would anger Chu Jun and cause a medical accident.

Chu Jun didn't bother to be polite with Mo Heng. He directly opened his clothes and checked the wound.

After not seeing him for a few days, Mo Heng must have really gone to recuperate. His wound has healed well. From now on, I just need to be careful not to let the wound come into contact with dirt and get infected.

"Your wound is healing well. Do you need any more painkillers?" Chu Jun looked at Mo Heng's rosy cheeks and his improved complexion. He thought he should be full of energy again in a few days. He ruthlessly let go of Mo Heng's clothes. Mo Heng lay obediently on the hospital bed, not daring to say a word. His expression made Chu Jun look like a heartless man who would turn his back on him.

Even if Dr. Chu was a heartless man, so what? Mo Heng still didn't dare to provoke him. He shook his head and said, "I have money at home, so I won't waste the hospital's resources."

Chu Jun nodded, disinfected his hands with alcohol, and raised his chin towards the door to indicate that he could leave.

However, Mo Heng started to hesitate at this time and sat on the bed without moving.

The brass chandelier cast a warm light on Chu Yun's white coat, and the smell of disinfectant was mixed with a hint of cedar - that was Mo Heng's new French cologne.

He leaned against the examination bed, the hem of his ivory satin shirt wrinkled slightly, as Chu Jun had just pulled it out. The edge of gauze was faintly visible under the shirt, making Mo Heng look more fragmented.

"Doctor Chu, can you give me some more of the medicine you used to apply to my wound last time?" said the fragile young man.

"Hmm?" Chu Jun was calm and composed, unfazed by external factors. Even Mo Heng's beauty tricks were ignored. "Didn't you say there was enough medicine at home?"

"But I've discovered that Dr. Chu's medicine might be better. Of course, it must be combined with your exceptional medical skills to achieve the best results. If it's not too much trouble for Dr. Chu, could you please give me another dose of the medicine tonight?"

Mo Heng spoke in a coherent manner and even praised Chu Jun with some personal opinions.

I don't know if he wants the medicine or the person who gave it to him.

Chu Jun didn't buy his story. He held his chin with one hand and looked at him with a smile: "There are so many people who want to follow Master Mo and show their affection. They want all kinds of medicine, but why do they come to me for help?"

"My relationship with them is just ordinary friends, no, strangers. My relationship with Dr. Chu is a life-and-death friendship, so it's naturally different." Mo Heng said, patting his chest to show his loyalty.

Chu Jun nodded in agreement with Mo Heng's words, then stood up to get medicine for him.

This was also considered as tacit approval of Mo Heng's request to visit tonight.

Well, actually Chu Jun was afraid that the patients behind him would get anxious waiting, so he wanted to get rid of this shameless patient as soon as possible.

"Didn't Doctor Chu tell my father what kind of injury I had?" Mo Heng asked casually.

"I don't know what kind of injuries Master Mo has suffered. If you want Uncle Mo to know more clearly, you can take this medical record back and let him take a good look."

Of course Chu Jun was trying to scare Mo Heng that day, but no matter how she thought about it, he would never go and complain to Uncle Mo.

If the head of the Mo family knew that his beloved son was shot, he would lock Mo Heng at home and not let him out. Otherwise, he would be causing trouble for him.

"Don't worry, after this incident, I have turned over a new leaf and will not go to Changsan Hall casually again."

"Just go wherever you want?" Chu Jun's tone was not very good.

Mo Heng listened, and the unspoken meaning of the upright Dr. Chu was probably that he would be guilty even if he approached within a hundred meters of Changsan Hall.

"I definitely won't go!" Even if I go, I won't let Dr. Chu know.

Chu Jun was satisfied with Mo Heng's attitude.

The conversation between the two was actually more or less ambiguous. Even if they were good brothers, they would not be so strict.

However, Mo Heng, as the person in charge, was completely unaware that anything was wrong.

As for Chu Jun, Mo Heng usually listens to him out of habit.

What? Is it wrong to control your boyfriend?

Mo Heng left quickly after getting the medicine.

In the evening, she would wait at the door of Chu Yun's apartment before it got dark, like a husband-waiting stone waiting for Chu Yun to get off work.

If Mo Heng's friends saw this, they would probably think that this young master was pursuing a girl from a certain family.

Chu Jun was a man who kept his promises. He kept his word when he said he would apply medicine to Mo Heng. When he got home from get off work, he let Mo Heng in.

The first time is strange, the second time is familiar. Mo Heng was already familiar with Chu Yun's bedroom. He pulled a chair and sat down as soon as he entered.

"Doctor Chu, I seem to have the same medicine at home, but why isn't it as effective as yours?" Mo Heng handed the medicine to Chu Jun.

"My technique is good." Chu Jun was too lazy to answer Mo Heng's question and let him lie down on the sofa.

"Don't I have the privilege of sleeping on a bed this time?" Mo Heng was unhappy.

"Last time I came, I was afraid you'd roll over on the sofa and press on the wound. I won't do that this time. Just make do with it here. If it doesn't work, sit down and I'll apply medicine for you."

In the end, Mo Heng chose a relatively better treatment and lay down on the soft sofa.

Well, Dr. Chu’s sofa smells delicious.