Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 314 - Was It Him?

Chapter 314: Was It Him?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Before she could ask more, the plane began its descent.

The plane doors were quickly opened. Feng Ling picked up her phone and dialed someone’s number, within moments, a lot of people crowded outside the plane.

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Even after they dismounted, Mo Jingshen kept their hands interlocked as they walked. Ji Nuan could not find any chance to ask him questions, as they were pushed by the large group toward the hospital.

The way Mo Jingshen’s wounds had been treated in Cambodia was not satisfactory. The doctor arranged special treatment for him, and the moment he arrived at the hospital, he was brought in for surgery.

The surgery began at 6.30 p.m. and lasted until 10:00 p.m. Due to the general anesthetic, Mo Jingshen was unconscious for the entire night.

The police officers and the XI members left after they were informed that the surgery was a success. After Nan Heng confirmed that Mo Jingshen’s injuries were completely all right, Ji Nuan convinced him to return to the base.

Originally, Ji Nuan wanted to stay in the hospital room to care for him. However, because he had just had surgery, Mo Jingshen needed to stay in a sterile ward tonight. He was only allowed to have visitors tomorrow. Ji Nuan stood outside the ward, watching the man fast asleep through the large, glass window. Although the man’s complexion was pale, he appeared as handsome and distinct as ever.

The way Mo Jingshen had watched her right before the plane descended kept surfacing in her mind.

Was it him?

The man who had been covered in blood back then; the man whom she had unknowingly rescued from the Los Angeles River. Was it Mo Jingshen?

Feng Ling had left to buy some daily necessities Ji Nuan would need. She returned to see that Ji Nuan was still leaning against the glass window and approached to gently urged her. She said that Mr. Mo had already recovered a lot. The effects of the anesthesia would fade by tomorrow, and he would be fine when he woke up the next day. She then tugged Ji Nuan off to the gynecology department for a checkup.

The results were that Ji Nuan’s body was in good condition. There weren’t any problems. However, because she had gone through quite some emotional experiences recently, in Chinese terms, it could be said that the fetus was slightly influenced and was not very stable. She needed to lie in bed to rest for several days. Furthermore, the wound on her palm also needed to be treated appropriately. Thus, a comfortable ward was arranged for Ji Nuan on another floor. This way, she would be able to rest well and stay here to accompany Mo Jingshen.

She could finally rest on a bed without worries. No gunshots or explosions were resounding nearby, nor were there any life-threatening threats.

However, Ji Nuan suddenly could not sleep.

After tossing and turning for a long while, she picked up her phone to see that Xia Tian had called her many times yesterday. She had messaged several times as well.

[Where are you? Why aren’t you answering your phone?]

[Are you still planning on returning? There aren’t any famous local products in Cambodia, how is it worth for you to spend all your time there? Come back soon! There are bills of up to several hundred million yuan waiting for you, Boss Ji!]

Ji Nuan had immediately left for Cambodia after returning to Hai City. In between, she had only taken a short time out to give Xia Tian a call. She said that she was heading to Cambodia for vacation. Xia Tian thought that she was under too much stress while in T City, so she allowed Ji Nuan to go have fun as she pleased.

This so-called vacation was indeed an unforgettable experience.

Ji Nuan smiled and gave Xia Tian a call.

It was midnight in Los Angeles, but it was afternoon within the country. Xia Tian currently had a meeting in a studio. Ji Nuan gave her a simple summary of her upcoming schedule before the call was quickly hung up by Xia Tian who needed to continue with her meeting.

She placed the phone down and laid back down on the bed, picking up the small, ultrasound image next to her. She stared at the image of the little blob; earlier, during her checkup, the doctor had indicated that the cute little oval-shaped dot in the middle was the little baby’s appearance as an embryo.

After staring at it for a long while, Ji Nuan’s heart gradually became peaceful, and she began to feel drowsy.

However, she did not manage to sleep long. After several hours, she abruptly woke up from fright.

In her dream, Mo Jingshen was covered in blood as he stood in that small cabin. Dali was pressing the muzzle of the gun against his forehead as Ji Nuan charged in as though she had gone mad. However, in the instant when the gun was fired, she was unable to make any sound. She watched as blood splattered across the room right before her eyes...

She did not manage to see how Mo Jingshen had collapsed after the gunshot. All she could see was the blood-covered ground. It felt as though the hot blood was dripping down her feet. Her eyes snapped open in fright. She was covered in cold sweat as she abruptly sat up.

The scent of disinfectant immediately entered her nose. This was the hospital ward in Los Angeles. Her surroundings were completely white and quiet. There was no Dali here, no guns, nor there was any blood.

Ji Nuan closed her eyes and rubbed her damp forehead. She released a long breath of relief.

Thankfully, it was only a dream.

Ji Nuan tugged aside the sheets and climbed off the bed. The light blue hospital gown she was wearing was soft and comfortable. There were two delicate bags left on the sofa in the room. They were clothes that Feng Ling had bought for her last minute. As for the clothes she had worn back from Cambodia, those were all thrown away. Nothing was kept.

Her dreams were filled with scenes of Mo Jingshen being harmed. Ji Nuan truly could not sleep any longer. Even though she had already showered before going to bed, she was used to showering as a method to relieve her stress, so she entered the small bathroom in this luxury, single hospital ward.

When she stepped out, the sky was already turning white. The clock indicated that it was six in the morning.

The doctor had mentioned last night that she could only enter Mo Jingshen’s ward after 6:00 a.m. After taking a look at the time, she quickly rubbed her hair dry and brushed through it with her fingers before stepping out.

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In the early morning, Los Angeles was as cold as Hai City’s winter. Although the hallways had heaters, as she walked through the empty path surrounded by the cold air, it felt as though the freezing temperature was seeping into her bones.

After obtaining the doctor’s permission, Ji Nuan gently pushed the ward door open and let the soft light from the lamp guide her in.

The windows were shut tightly, and the room was extremely silent; she was even able to hear the man’s breathing.

She approached his bedside.

The lamp in the room was not extremely harsh. It emitted a warm and weak cold-tone light. However, it allowed her to gain a clear look at the man’s face. There were no shadows cast on his face, and he appeared almost unreal.

He was much paler than before. He had also lost some weight, causing his chin to appear thinner. The light bruise on his brow bone had yet to fade, but he was still as handsome as ever.

The young man laid on the bed with his feet splayed out straight. He slept deeply, and his expression appeared peaceful. Both his hands were placed on the sides of the blanket. There were scratches on the back of his palms that were covered with medication.

He was alive.

Outside the ward, the sunlight was gradually making its way out. He laid here silently, the mild light illuminating his face.

At this moment, Ji Nuan finally fully processed that the man before he had really walked out of that humid little cabin with her. He had finally returned to her side.