Businesswomen such as the doctor of the rebirth space

Chapter 214 Saving People, Space Upgrade (1)
Mo Jue still had no expression on his face, and his voice was ice-cold: "Nine days."

Ye Chen lowered his eyes and smiled indifferently, this Mo Jue is really as cold as his appearance.

Mo Lao, who was at the side, became interested when he heard the conversation between the two, but he refused to lose his elder demeanor in front of Mo Jue, with a straight face, he coughed twice: "Did you two know each other before?"

Mo Jue said indifferently, "I've met you a few times."

Just this sentence, don't want to say more.

Mo Lao, who wanted to hear the reason, stared round, but couldn't get angry, blowing his beard and staring.

Ye Chen sniggered at Mo Lao's expression, and explained to Mo Lao: "Mo Jue and I met at the Chinese Medicine Elite Competition. He is in the western medicine group, and I am in the traditional Chinese medicine group. We haven't met much."

Only then did Mr. Mo loosen his brows, snorted twice, and said in a low voice: "This is a bit of a junior. Who can show his face coldly all day long."

The voice was not small, Ye Chen and the three of them heard it.

Ye Chen drank tea and watched the play with lowered eyes.

Mo Jue still looked icy and cold, ignoring Mo Lao.

Mo Lao blew out his beard again and stared.

Mo Jue sat down on the chair, and then he talked to Mo Lao about his intentions: "Grandpa, Grandpa Jiang's condition has deteriorated again."

Mo Lao's hand holding the teacup froze, and the scalding tea spilled out obliquely and onto his hand, but he didn't notice it, and just stared blankly.

After a long time, he asked with a trembling voice: "If his condition worsens, now he still—"

The last word stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say it.

Mo Jue said lightly: "Although the situation has deteriorated, the person is still alive. He can last for a few days."

Ye Chen obviously heard Mo Lao's breathing loosen.

Mo Lao looked sad, and murmured: "This old guy. He even said he wanted to compete with me on horseback, and in a blink of an eye he was lying on the bed and couldn't move. What a useless old guy."

As he said so, his voice gradually trembled and elongated, and his eyes gradually turned red.

Suddenly, Mo Lao slammed the table and stood up abruptly: "I'm going to see that old guy, see if he dares to die before me!"

After all, he strode out.

Mo Jue put down his teacup, raised his eyes lightly, and walked out slowly.

Ye Chen's eyes narrowed, he stood up, and followed the two of them out.

As soon as Mo Jue came, Guard Chen knew that Mr. Mo was going to go out, and the car was ready.

Just looking at Ye Chen and Mo Jue who were following behind, they were slightly surprised and paused for a second.

After several people got into the car, Guard Chen started the car.

The car drove out along the winding alley, onto the avenue, and drove for a long time before cutting into an ordinary small road in the suburbs.

Although few people walk on the small road, it is very clean, and beside it are sycamore trees.

Several people sat in the car, no one spoke, and everyone had a serious expression.

The silence in the carriage was like a piece of cold iron.

It weighs heavily on everyone's heart, unable to move or move away, making people unable to breathe.

Ye Chen also sighed as he watched the passing scenery outside the window.

The car walked along the path, and at the end, there was a building that looked like a small farmyard.

Guard Chen stopped the car at the door and said, "You can't drive inside. The chief, Ms. Ye, and Xiao Mo all come down and walk in."

Several people pushed the door and got out of the car.

What attracts the eye is the surrounding green.

For hundreds of miles, there are green seedlings, green and translucent, and people's eyes seem to be dyed green.

Unlike Yanjing City, where the air is always filled with wind, sand and smog, the air here is very fresh, filled with the fragrance of wheat from not far away.

Mo Lao was worried about his old friend's condition, so he didn't have time to look at it, so he strode in directly.

Mo Jue looked at Ye Chen's back, his exquisite facial features rarely moved, his cold eyes were stained with warmth, he froze for a second, looked away, and followed Mo Lao into the room.

Ye Chen turned his head, and following the backs of the two, he also raised his feet and walked into the yard.

The yard is very large, and the entrance is a small vegetable garden, which is surrounded by a guardrail, and some common fruits and vegetables are grown.

A row of large glass windows facing south, the clear autumn sun just shines through, making people feel warm.

They followed Mr. Mo into a room in the middle, turned a corner, and came to a small room. There was a collapse in it. On the couch lay a 70-[-]-year-old man with his eyes closed.

This is Mo Lao's friend, the mysterious Jiang Lao.

Mr. Jiang is a thin old man with skin like bark that has been weathered and withered, with slightly high cheekbones and sunken eye sockets. He is wearing a black Tang suit just like Mr. Mo.

The originally tight black clothes were extremely loose on his body, and he was curled up on the couch in a small ball, almost invisible.

Mo Lao's nose became sore when he saw it, and he leaned on his side, choked up and said, "Jiang Duzi, I'm here, didn't you still say you want to race horses with me? Why are you lying here and not moving? Get up , get up——I have put the bridle on for you, and I’m waiting for you to come, you bastard, get up—”

Ye Chen's eyes were slightly red when he heard this, and he turned his head away.

A clear and icy gaze was fixed on her back, and Mo Jue's clear eyes gradually darkened.

Mo Lao's voice became lower and lower, and finally there was only a thin thread of trembling and whimpering, which was inaudible.

Ye Chen and Mo Jue looked at each other, walked out of the door, and closed the door carefully for Mr. Mo.

Outside the door, the small courtyard is spacious, and the clear autumn light infects and fills the entire small courtyard.

Two clear figures, one white and one green, gradually became clear, and Mo Jue and Ye Chen stepped into the small courtyard with little golden light.

In the small courtyard, there were two or three clean bamboo and rattan chairs, empty and sitting coldly.

With a blank expression on his face, Mo Jue lifted the hem of his clothes and sat on one of the bamboo and rattan chairs.

Ye Chen stared and smiled, found a seat beside Mo Jue, and sat down too.

In the autumn light, Mo Jue's face was as white as jade, looked at Ye Chen, and asked coldly, "Did you see it?"

"Are you testing me?" Ye Chen looked at Mo Jue with a smile, and there was a icy sword edge in Duan's eyes.

Mo Jue looked indifferent: "If you want to think so!"

Ye Chen lowered his eyes and smiled lowly, Yuan Shan's eyebrows condensed slightly, and Long Shan Han Dai raised slightly: "Mr. Jiang should have an old wound, a bullet passed by his heart. Although he saved his life back then, the bullet stayed in his body. The bullet moved and compressed the heart, the situation is critical, if there is no effective method, he will not live for five days."

"Am I right?" Ye Chen looked at Mo Jue with a smile, the smile was like a white plum standing alone on a branch, the only touch of plain color was touching.

Mo Jue looked at Ye Chen's smile, his eyes darkened, and he stared at Ye Chen's face.

(End of this chapter)