HLnovel Chapter 374 The Marshal and the Doctor 2
Chapter 374 The Marshal and the Doctor 2
Chapter 374 The Marshal and the Doctor 2
"Young Master Chu, Dr. Chu's fame has long been known throughout Shanghai." Mo Heng held the brand new nurse's uniform in his bony hands. After making sure he hadn't soiled anyone else's belongings, he tilted his head slightly and introduced himself to Chu Jun. "My name is Mo Heng. Young Master Chu must have heard of me."
The man had a smile on his face, looking like a noble but good-tempered young master, the kind who wouldn't even get angry if someone put a skirt on him.
"Indeed." Chu Jun nodded. He had indeed heard of Young Master Mo's name in the concession, but it was definitely not a good reputation.
Mo Heng was quite sensible and carefully folded the nurse's uniform and placed it on the bed.
The noise outside the house has gradually subsided, and I can hear the sound of a group of people coming down the stairs. It seems that the "bodyguards" have left.
Mo Heng walked to the window and opened it a crack. He saw that the group of people had left the hospital gate, opened the window, and sat on the windowsill, apparently preparing to climb out the window to leave.
Seeing Mo Heng leaving without caring about his injury, Chu Jun couldn't help but look at his leg. "Are you sure you don't want me to take a look? It looks like he's bleeding pretty badly."
"It's nothing. If I go home like this, I can pretend to be nice to my father. Maybe the blind date will be put off." Mo Heng smiled indifferently, waved to Chu Jun, turned around and climbed out the window.
The streetlights outside the hospital flickered, allowing Chu Jun to clearly see Mo Heng's fingers. The thin calluses at the base of his palms didn't look like they belonged on the hands of a pampered young master.
The chime clock at the end of the corridor chimed, and Chu Jun suddenly remembered what his father had said in the study last night: "The young master of the Mo family... is no ordinary playboy."
The smell of blood mixed with ambergris lingered in my nose. The man came quietly and left quietly.
A few days later, at Moguan.
"This is Dr. Chu from Bethel Hospital. Starting today, he'll be the mansion's specially appointed physician." Before the housekeeper finished speaking, the agarwood emanating from the copper incense burner suddenly swirled.
Mo Heng leaned against the rosewood armchair, with two buttons undone on the collar of his moon-white Hangzhou silk shirt, and his posture was lazy.
After hearing the butler's voice, the man slowly raised his lowered eyes and looked at the people who came in with him.
The man was wearing a three-piece British suit, holding a medicine box in his hand, and lapis lazuli cufflinks on his cuffs. The cigar ash from Mo Heng's fingertips fell on the Persian carpet, and he didn't say a word.
"I've heard a lot about you." Chu Jun didn't exchange many pleasantries with Mo Heng. He put the medicine box down and opened the cowhide medical box with a click.
Chu Jun's eyes flickered to the Swiss Army watch on Mo Heng's wrist before he looked at Mo Heng's face: "I heard that Master Mo injured his leg while inspecting the dock the day before yesterday?"
"Doctor Chu, nice to meet you. My leg is indeed injured, so thank you for your help, Doctor Chu." Mo Heng greeted Chu Jun with a frivolous smile on his face.
The housekeepers and servants of Moguan were all very well-behaved. Without the master's orders, they would bow their heads and obey Hou Zhe.
Perhaps because he wanted to talk to Chu Yun alone sometimes, Mo Heng then tilted his head and winked at the housekeeper.
After everyone had left and the room was locked, Mo Heng lifted his leg and showed Chu Jun the blood-stained bandage on it. "My father is making a big deal out of nothing. For such a minor injury, he even bothered a top student from the University of Munich. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Doctor Chu."
"No matter how big or small the injury is, Master Mo, people are not as strong as you think. Please let me see the injury on your leg, Master Mo." This was the main purpose of Chu Jun's coming here.
He leaned over to remove the bandage on Mo Heng's leg and found that Mo Heng's leg injury seemed to be more serious than that day.
That day, Mo Heng's wound flashed before Chu Yun's eyes. He was sure he was not mistaken. The wound was long and narrow, with uneven edges, obvious torn skin flaps, and rough texture. It was not an ordinary abrasion.
It was a gunshot wound.
It was a wound left by a bullet grazing the skin.
However, Mo Heng's current wounds looked more like those left by a knife, as if someone had redrawn the wounds with a knife to cover up the original injuries.
He is a ruthless person.
Perhaps because he was thinking too hard, Chu Jun's hand unconsciously rubbed Mo Heng's calf, making Mo Heng feel itchy.
After a while, Chu Jun came back to his senses and reached out to take out a replacement gauze from his medicine box, but his wrist was grabbed by someone.
"Is that enough?" Mo Heng held Chu Jun's slender wrist, the callus on the base of his palm caressed Chu Jun's pulse, and his tone was ambiguous, "Doctor Chu is so curious about men's bodies?"
The man's smile did not reach his eyes, but his other hand had already reached for the secret compartment of the rosewood chair.
"I just feel that Young Master Mo is not as spoiled as the rumors say. He suffered such a serious injury a few days ago but he didn't even cry out in pain." Chu Jun slowly waved away Mo Heng's hand and turned around to continue applying medicine to Mo Heng.
Because of Chu Jun's movements, Mo Heng's nose tip almost touched Chu Jun's collarbone. The sudden fragrance of snow lotus made Mo Heng's mind dazed for a moment.
"Ouch~" Chu Jun's movements were professional, but it was obvious that he didn't care that much about the patient Mo Heng's feelings at the moment.
Mo Heng looked at Dr. Chu's cold face, seemingly devoid of any other emotions, yet he inexplicably sensed a hint of anger from this calm and composed Dr. Chu. He suddenly felt a little guilty: "I'm wrong, Dr. Chu, be gentle."
"The anesthetic will take a while to take effect, so please be patient, Master Mo." Chu Jun glanced at Mo Heng. Although he said this, he actually moved more gently.
Mo Heng felt that this young master was really contradictory. On the surface, he looked cold-hearted and as if he could hand a knife to the person next to him, but in fact, his heart was softer than those poets who loved to recite love poems, and he could be coaxed into submission with just a few soft words.
Looking at Young Master Chu's face that looked like a jade bodhisattva, Mo Heng propped up his chin and discussed with Chu Yun: "How about this, I'll tell Doctor Chu a secret, and Doctor Chu will be magnanimous and not be angry."
Chu Jun didn't know how Young Master Mo could see through his anger, but listening to his coaxing words did indeed make Chu Jun's anger subside a little.
Besides, the matter of Mo Heng hiding from his "bodyguard" in his clinic that day was still in his hands. This man was still trying to get close to him, so Chu Jun naturally wouldn't refuse: "Tell me about it."
"Doctor Chu, come closer, this is a big secret." Mo Heng's mouth curled up slightly.
Chu Jun was intrigued by Mo Heng's mysterious look and moved closer to Mo Heng's face.
But the next second, an arm suddenly crossed his waist and he was hugged by the rogue Young Master Mo.
"A few days ago in the hospital, Dr. Chu took Mo in his arms. It's not too much to ask me to take him back today, right?"
Mo Heng's breath sprayed on Chu Yun's face, carrying the scent of tobacco and cedar wood, making Chu Yun blush.
Chu Jun pushed Mo Heng away, not caring that the spoiled young master's back bumped against the pear wood. He stood up and glared at Mo Heng, who was grimacing in pain.
Perhaps not wanting to stay in the same space with this playboy, Chu Jun quickly re-bandaged Young Master Mo's wound and left without looking back, regardless of Mo Heng's plaintive pleas.