Chapter 133: Molan Feeds the Medicine

An Feng stroked her hair, perhaps the medication had taken sufficient effect. Mo Lan suddenly opened her eyes, gazing at the unfamiliar surroundings and then at An Feng, who sat beside her. She reached up to rub her head, but accidentally tugged at the IV needle.

The needle, embedded in her flesh, had not been painful while she was unconscious, but as she pulled at it, she gasped in sharp, sudden agony. Ignoring the pain, Mo Lan’s only thought was to check her phone, only to discover it was nowhere to be found.

"Stop moving, you're bleeding! Xiao Qi, come in!" An Feng was frantic. The sight of the bright red blood stung his eyes; why did Mo Lan care so little for her own body?

Outside, Xiao Qi heard An Feng’s roar and rushed in immediately. Seeing that Mo Lan was awake and struggling to get out of bed, he hurriedly stepped forward, produced some antiseptic, removed the needle, dabbed the site, and pressed a cotton pad against it.

As this was done, Liu Fei finally returned. Seeing the scene, he set down a basket of fruit and rushed forward, asking, "What happened?"

Xiao Qi said nothing; he set the items down and withdrew. Liu Fei, lacking any sense of the situation, stood there foolishly staring. An Feng shot him a glare, and Liu Fei finally beat a hasty retreat.

"I need to go back and look after Qian Yin; she might never wake up." Mo Lan spoke with a hint of irritation, got out of bed, put on her shoes, and was about to run out when An Feng grabbed her hand.

"You have a fever! Can you stop worrying about her for once?" An Feng blurted out in frustration.

Mo Lan, even angrier now, shook off his hand and pointed a finger at him. Glancing around the room, she said indignantly, "I don't need you to tell me what to do. Her life or death might mean nothing to you, but if she dies, I will hate you for the rest of my life."

Realizing he had spoken out of turn and finally understanding the implications of his uncle’s words from the previous night, An Feng stepped forward and pulled Mo Lan into his arms. "I was wrong. That’s not what I meant. I only meant that you have a fever—take care of yourself first, and then worry about her, okay?"

Hearing his explanation, Mo Lan’s anger subsided slightly, though she still pushed him away, unwilling to accept his embrace. The two men outside, though they had tactfully withdrawn, kept their eyes fixed on the room, both feeling a deep sense of bitterness. Why?

An Feng could tell from Mo Lan’s expression that she was still not entirely mollified. He reached out to touch her forehead; the fever had broken. Thinking she was probably fine, he looked at the fruit basket and the roses on the table.

He exhaled a long breath, met her eyes, and walked over to pick up the flowers and fruit. "Let’s go. I’ll take you home."

Mo Lan’s anger suddenly dissipated, and she followed him out. Feeling much better, she was perfectly capable of walking on her own. Given the crowd they had encountered earlier, An Feng used the flowers to shield his face as they walked briskly downstairs.

Mo Lan found this strange, but she didn’t dwell on it, treading carefully for fear that a fall would prevent her from caring for Qian Yin. It was a needless worry; how could the four guards not look after her?

Xiao Qi and Liu Fei swallowed hard as they watched the two walk down the stairs, both feeling completely redundant. They exchanged a look, seeing the bitterness in each other’s eyes.

"Still want to patrol? If not, let’s go drink," Xiao Qi said, feeling uncomfortable. He didn't want to work; he just wanted to get drunk and forget why he had given up on someone he loved so much without even trying, only to watch her be with someone else.

Liu Fei, having no heart for work either, nodded. They drove straight to a bar. In the daytime, the bar was quiet, and they only wanted to drown their sorrows.

Seeing no familiar faces—after all, as police officers, drinking heavily in the daytime would affect their reputation—they sat at the bar. Xiao Qi told the bartender, "Give me the strongest drink you have."

"Same for me," Liu Fei added. He looked at the drunk men and women around them, realizing he was no different. He sighed; love was truly the most painful and tormenting thing of all.

The bartender prepared their drinks, wondering if they were a couple or siblings. But he was used to the strange variety of people who frequented the bar.

Back at the Mo residence, peace had been restored. Master Xian had woken up and was preparing to clean the courtyard in a rage, only to find that the four young men had already finished. Dong was in the yard watering his herbs. The trash had been swept away, and it looked much like it had before, save for some damaged plants.

"Where is that brat Mo Fan?" Master Xian asked, intending to find Old Master Mo to discuss disciplining his unfilial descendant. It was sheer insolence—he had even dared to strike him.

"He went to the hospital. We beat him," Dong said, a trace of mockery in his voice. He wondered how the Mo family would treat them. It would be best if they kicked them all out, along with Qian Yin and Master Xian, so they would never have to do anything for the Mo family again.

Hearing this, Master Xian knew what might happen next; Old Master Mo doted on his son too much. Without a proper explanation, there would be no peace in the Mo house.

Master Xian checked the herbs, relieved that the ones intended for Qian Yin were unharmed. He carefully uprooted them, washed them, and began brewing them in a special stove to take to her.

Dong watched from the side. These herbs were running low, and since no one knew when Qian Yin would wake up, he would have to go back up the mountain to forage for more. He needed to memorize the plants.

Noticing Dong’s intent, Master Xian said, "There is white grass, red root, fragrant orchid, and horse-snow tea. These protect the heart and improve circulation; they are perfect for her current condition. Later, I will show you pictures so you and the others can go up the mountain."

Dong nodded without a word. After watching the brewing process and learning the timing, he went to weed the rest of the garden.

Once the medicine was ready, Dong and Master Xian carried it to Qian Yin’s room. At that moment, Mo Lan and An Feng returned and ran into Dong. Mo Lan suddenly remembered Mo Fan’s injuries and wondered where he had gone.

"Where is Mo Fan?"

"Sent to the hospital," Dong said simply. He opened the door and entered Qian Yin’s room, ignoring Mo Lan. The room was filled with the scent of medicine—sweeter and more pleasant than the sterile smell of the hospital.

Mo Lan followed him in and said to Master Xian, "Let me feed her."