Chapter 1297: Awake! He’s Really Awake!
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“There’s no hurry, it takes time to clear the toxins in his body. Otherwise, if he wakes up, he’ll only be able to hold out for a while and will lose consciousness again.”
Qi Yan walked with Tan Bengbeng to Mo Chengxian’s side and seeing how unassured she seemed, he helped to check his condition again.
After checking Mo Chengxian’s pulse, his eyes flickered slightly.
“He’s about to regain consciousness!”
Once Qi Yan’s words landed, Mo Chengxian’s eyelids started to move a little. A better sign than when his eyes were shut tightly just a moment ago.
His dry lips started to quiver a little as well.
It seemed that he was trying to say something.
While no one could hear what he was trying to say, they simply stared and watched as his eyes opened slowly.
Upon recalling an earlier scenario, Qi Yan immediately pulled Tan Bengbeng back and gestured for her not to speak first.
Mo Chengxian was awake.
He was really awake.
Both his eyes were clear and his gaze not as murky as before.
Although his face still appeared ghastly, the aura of the dying man he once possessed was now absent.
His pale-looking face now had a sign of resolution.
“Xin… ah…”
The moment Mo Chengxian saw Mo Yongheng, he was anxiously about to say something but upon seeing Qi Yan standing by his bedside, he suddenly stopped.
“Let me introduce myself. I’m Qi Yan, people call me the King of Medicine, but I prefer others to call me King of Hell. I’m your attending physician now. Don’t worry, I’m not Mo Kun’s man. I was simply asked to treat you.”
With that, Qi Yan pointed to Mo Yongheng beside him.
“If you don’t believe me, ask him.”
Qi Yan was very clear that it would be difficult to get Mo Chengxian to trust him so quickly, but if Mo Chengxian would not cooperate with his treatment, his recovery process would definitely be affected.
The fastest way would be to get Mo Yongheng to vouch for him.
“Don’t worry, Master. He is someone Missy asked for help, you can trust him.” Mo Yongheng did not say anything unnecessary because it concerned the elderly head’s health, and he naturally did not have the mood to hold a grudge against Qi Yan.
He straightaway abided by his instructions and explained things to Mo Chengxian.
Hearing that he had been sent by Nian Xiaomu, Mo Chengxian’s gaze changed. It took him quite some effort to raise his hand and reach out towards Mo Yongheng.
Mo Yongheng hurriedly went forward and grabbed onto his hand.
“Don’t worry, Master. Missy is fine. It’s just that she has a bet with Mo Kun now and can’t visit you. You must believe in her, she definitely won’t let you down!”
“Xin… ah…”
The Mo Family’s elderly head opened his mouth, but it was still crooked as he spoke.
The words he spoke were even more slurred than before.
Knowing that he was still not assured, Mo Yongheng held onto his hand tightly, his eyes darkening.
“You should calm down now. After you’ve regained your composure, I’ll let you meet someone.”
“Beng…”
The Mo Family’s elderly head seemed to still remember what had happened before and upon hearing Mo Yongheng’s words, managed to stutter a single word.
“Yes, it’s Bengbeng! She’s fine as well and has accompanied Missy back. But, for the sake of your health, you need to calm yourself down before you meet her,” Mo Yongheng reminded him.
For a patient suffering from a stroke, the biggest taboo was a fluctuation in one’s emotions.
Especially for Mo Chengxian whose physical condition was frail. If he was to suffer from sudden mood swings, it could easily incur another stroke.
Qi Yan and Mo Yongheng were both careful people, and only after confirming multiple times that Mo Chengxian’s physical condition could take it, did they allow Tan Bengbeng to slowly appear from behind Qi Yan.
Their eyes met, but neither of them spoke.
Upon seeing clearly for himself that the person before him was really Tan Bengbeng, Mo Chengxian’s body started to tremble slightly and his eyes instantly reddened.
He did not say a word, but for some inexplicable reason, everyone present understood what his gaze meant.
They knew that his eyes were saying, “Child, it’s great that you’re fine…”
