Five Treasure to Find Dad, Mommy Is Super Powerful

Bai Liyue breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this.

"That's good, according to Master Ling's body, he should start to get better in these two days."

…

Lingjia.

Ling Mohan took the medicine himself and went to Ling Wenhua's room on the third floor.

Ling Wenhua has cultivated for several days, and now his stiff body has indeed eased a lot.

When Ling Mohan entered the door, he saw that his fingers were already free to move.

When Ling Wenhua saw Ling Mohan enter the door with the medicine, he still stared at him as usual.

It's just that I didn't scream as excitedly as before.

Ling Mohan sat down by the bed, poured out the medicine himself, and fed it to his mouth.

Ling Wenhua opened his mouth very cooperatively until he drank all the medicine.

Ling Mohan picked up the paper towel on the table and carefully wiped the medicine stain on the corner of his mouth.

After a series of actions, Ling Wenhua still stared at him, as if he had something to say.

Ling Mohan got up and took a pen and paper from the desk in his room.

He put the pen into Ling Wenhua's hand, and put the white paper under his palm.

"I know you have something to tell me, if you can, write it down."

Ling Wenhua held the pen tightly with his right hand, his entire hand trembling violently.

I don't know if it is because of excitement or illness.

He was stiff and couldn't get up at all. He could only hook his body and stare at the white paper beside his hand, and his violently trembling hand drew many twists and turns on the white paper.

He wanted to exert his strength, but his fingers kept beating, so that no one knew what he was drawing.

Seeing this, Ling Mohan grabbed his violently trembling hand.

"I take your hand, and you write in the simplest words."

"Uh!"

Ling Wenhua's face was blue, and he nodded hard.

After that, Ling Mohan held his hand and traced a few crooked lines on the white paper following the strength of his hand.

Although distorted and strange, Ling Mohan took a closer look, looked at him sideways, and asked, "You are writing, son?"

"Uh, uh!"

Ling Wenhua raised a finger and pointed at him.

Ling Mohan frowned: "Are you trying to say, I am your son?"

Ling Wenhua's head trembled suddenly, and he moved with difficulty left and right.

"Uh uh..."

Ling Mohan stared at the crooked characters on the white paper and looked at the middle-aged man on the bed in surprise.

His expression was solemn and surprised.

The next moment, he heard the door opening sound from the door of the room.

Ling Mohan suddenly raised his eyes, withdrew the pen in Ling Wenhua's hand, threw it into the trash can by his feet, and kicked the trash can to the corner.

The movements are swift and neat, and the sound is extremely low.

The blank paper he had written just now was crumpled into a ball by him and held it in the palm of his hand.

When Mrs. Ling entered the door, she saw Ling Mohan standing by the bed, and there was nothing unusual in the room.

But just now, she clearly heard Ling Wenhua's excitement screaming at the door.

As soon as he entered the door, Ling Wenhua lay there again, without moving.

Mrs. Ling's eyes began to look around, and then walked in with her foot raised.

"Mo Han, I heard your father calling just now, so I came in and have a look. What's wrong?"

"It's just choking on the medicine."

To Ling Mohan's calm answer, Mrs. Ling's eyes fell on the thermos pot on Ling Wenhua's bedside table.

This is the heat preservation pot that Bai Liyue often sends medicine to Master Ling.

Mrs. Ling flashed a vicious look in her eyes, and then disappeared in a flash, and smiled: "Mo Han, shouldn't you be in the company at this time? Give your father medicine to the servants."

"No, since it is my father, I should take care of it myself. I have already ordered the servant not to come in and disturb."

Mrs. Ling's face suddenly changed and she smirked again.

"Mo Han, you are so filial, you will be very happy when your father gets better."

Ling Mohan kept silent, putting away the heat preservation pot on the table.

Upon seeing this, Mrs. Ling suddenly walked a few steps and said, "Mo Han, there is a saying that Mom must remind you.

Now that you and Yu Yao are about to get engaged, the Luo family's status in Jiangcheng is not low, you must not do something that will damage the reputation of the family.

Keep your distance from other women at all times. "

Her tone was tentative.

While speaking, I have been observing Ling Mohan's expression.

Ling Mohan's complexion was still calm, and he replied indifferently: "You're talking about that Miss Bai, right?"

Mrs. Ling smiled far-fetched and explained: "Mo Han, don't get me wrong, I have no opinion on that Miss Bai.

However, you also know that our family is in Jiangcheng, but everyone nobles, if there is any scandal, it will make everyone laugh.

Today you took that woman to the hospital, and now there is a lot of rumors in Jiangcheng. Mom has spent a lot of money and hasn't suppressed the matter.

Tell me, if Yu Yao knew about this, how sad she would be? Now that you have decided to be engaged to her, you should consider Yu Yao. "

Mrs. Ling also intends to continue to persuade.

Who knows, Ling Mohan suddenly turned around and looked at her seriously.

"Mother don't worry, I will definitely keep a distance from that Miss Bai in the future."

After leaving these words, Ling Mohan strode out of the room.

However, Mrs. Ling stood there for a long time, with an expression of disbelief on her face.

Since the moment she rescued him more than a month ago, no matter how good he was to him, he had never called her mother.

She has guided him many times, and he has never been moved.

Now he took the initiative to call, but she was very puzzled.

After Ling Mohan went out, Mo Xiao entered the room and said, "Madam, Master has already gone out."

Mrs. Ling glanced at Mo Xiao.

"I always feel that something is wrong. You send someone to stare at Mo Han all the time. If he goes to see that woman again, report to me immediately."

"Yes."

…

late at night.

The First Noble Hospital.

In the empty ward, Bai Liyue was having the same nightmare again.

Since the last time she was injured, she can dream of the woman who abandoned her by the road since she was a child.

This was a memory she had never had in her mind before.

In the ward, her brows were furrowed, and the soft pillow was wet with sweat.

She closed her eyes, clutched the sheets tightly with her hands, and shouted, "No, why did you leave me..."

The next moment, a warm palm suddenly covered her arm, and she held her hand tightly.

Ling Mohan stood in the darkness, sitting quietly beside her bed.

Seeing her frowning eyebrows finally stretched out through the dim moonlight, he stretched out his other hand and gently wiped the cold sweat on her head.

Gently lifted the quilt, looking at the countless scars on her arm, his brow furrowed, and he took out a bottle of white ointment from his coat pocket.

One hand squeezed her hand, the other opened the medicine bottle, and lightly touched the medicine in the bottle to her skin.

His movements were delicate and gentle, and Bai Liyue did not wake up during the whole process.

In Bai Liyue's sleep, her nightmare gradually faded, as if she could feel his presence next to her.

With this sleep, she slept particularly peacefully.