Chapter 326 Fu Linghe's death is the most worthy thing for the Mo family to celebrate
When Mo Shian heard his father's words, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He said with a teasing tone, "Dad, when did you care so much about a woman other than my mother?"
After all, when no one knew that Mo Xinrou was not of the Mo family's bloodline, they all treated her like a treasure.
Only Mo Chenfeng was neither cold nor indifferent towards Mo Xinrou. He couldn't say that he liked her, but he didn't hate her either. Anyway, he was just fulfilling his duties as a father.
But that’s all, there’s no other unnecessary concern!
It was as if he had already known that Mo Xinrou was not his biological daughter.
Mo Chenfeng glanced at him coldly and was too lazy to talk.
Mo Shian laughed even more wantonly, "Dad, you didn't know long ago that Xinrou wasn't your biological daughter, did you?"
"You little brat! How can you have so many twisted theories? I think you just can't stand me being nice to Zheng Zheng. Are you looking for a fight?"
Mo Chenfeng pretended to hit him, but Mo Shian dodged sideways nimbly, but the smile in his eyes became even brighter.
"Dad, I was just saying it casually." He slowly adjusted his cuffs. "Your reaction is a bit extreme!"
"Shi'an, we owe her this." Mo Chenfeng spoke, his voice a little lower than usual, tinged with self-blame. "Originally, he would have grown up carefree by our side, but we lost her as soon as she was born."
The atmosphere in the car suddenly became depressing again. Mo Shian knew everything Mo Chenfeng said.
"Dad, let the past be the past. What we need to do now is to do our best to make it up to Zheng Zheng. We have to look forward."
Mo Chenfeng took a deep breath, looked solemnly in the direction of the hospital, and his knuckles unconsciously tapped on the edge of the car window.
"Shi An, there's no point in saying this now." His voice was deep, with unquestionable determination, "The most urgent thing is to keep that kid Fu Linghe alive."
He turned to look at his son, his eyes sharp, "Zheng Zheng's heart and eyes are full of him now. If anything happens to him..."
Before he finished speaking, Mo Shian already understood what his father meant.
If Fu Linghe died, Yun Zheng would be devastated, and might even go with him without hesitation!
He had finally found his sister, and he couldn't bear to let her get hurt again.
Mo Shi'an gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white. "Dr. Smith is already treating Fu Linghe. I've also asked someone to invite a brain specialist from Country M."
"Not enough." Mo Chenfeng interrupted coldly, "Find a few more top experts for consultation. Money is not a problem."
He pulled out his phone and quickly dialed a number. "Old Zhou, contact Professor Williams at Johns Hopkins Hospital and tell him that I, Mo Chenfeng, owe him a favor."
After hanging up, he dialed another number and said, "Arrange a special plane to bring the neurosurgery team from City S over here. The sooner the better."
Mo Shi'an looked at his father's decisive attitude and raised his eyebrows slightly. "Dad, are you going to invite the world's top brain experts?"
Mo Chenfeng snorted coldly, "What else? Are we supposed to wait for that kid to wake up on his own?"
He paused, his eyes dimming slightly, "Zheng Zheng can't wait."
He saw Yun Zheng's condition today. If Fu Linghe didn't wake up in a few days, she would definitely collapse.
Mo Shi'an was silent for a moment, then he took out his phone and called his assistant, "Contact Professor Holy at C University's School of Medicine and ask about his schedule."
Mo Chenfeng glanced at him sideways, and the father and son looked at each other for a moment, reaching a tacit consensus.
In short, no matter what, Fu Linghe must survive.
The car restarted and drove towards the Mo family villa.
Mo Chenfeng leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and whispered, "Shi'an, if Zheng Zheng knew that we were acting so presumptuously behind his back, would she..."
Mo Shian's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, his voice slightly hoarse, "She won't know."
Mo Chenfeng opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the rapidly receding scenery outside the window. His voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, "But I want her to know."
Mo Shian was startled and turned to look at his father.
Mo Chenfeng's eyes were deep and complicated. "I want her to know that she is not alone."
"She still has us."
The car fell silent again, with only the low roar of the engine as the sound.
After a long while, Mo Shian hummed softly, with a hint of determination in his eyes.
Yes, Yun Zheng and them.
This time, they would never let her bear it all alone.
But no matter what, Mo Shian still found it quite dramatic.
The Mo family and the Fu family were originally as hostile as water and fire. Fu Linghe's death was the most worthy thing to celebrate for the Mo family.
But now this father and son are trying their best to save him!
And we can only save him, we must not let him die!
When Mo Shian thought of this, a self-deprecating arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.
His slender fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel, his eyes dark and unclear.
"Dad, you say..." His voice was low and a little playful, "If the Fu family knew that my father and I were trying every possible way to save Fu Linghe, would they think we in the Mo family were crazy?"
Mo Chenfeng snorted coldly, a sharp flash in his eyes, "What do those old foxes of the Fu family think? What does it have to do with me?"
He turned to look out the window at the rapidly passing street scene, and said in a cold voice, "I saved Fu Linghe not for the Fu family, nor for some bullshit commercial interests."
"I just..." His tone suddenly softened, with a hint of helplessness, "I don't want to see my precious daughter sad."
Mo Shian's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly.
Today in the hospital corridor, Yun Zheng looked so shaky that anyone who saw her would feel distressed.
She has been through so much alone, and now as a family they should provide for her.
"If Fu Linghe dies, Zheng Zheng probably won't survive either." Mo Shi'an whispered, with a bitterness in his tone that he himself didn't even notice.
Mo Chenfeng was silent for a moment. "Let's not talk about that nonsense anymore. Let's go home and have Aunt Wu pack her luggage and go to the hospital to take care of Zheng Zheng. The two of us will continue to find a specialist to treat Fu Linghe!"
The father and son chatted casually and soon arrived at the Mo family villa.
The water from the fountain reflected tiny golden lights in the setting sun, but it could not illuminate the solemn faces of the father and son.
"Dad, go back and rest first. I'll go make arrangements for Aunt Wu.
"Mo Shi'an unbuckled his seat belt and his voice returned to its usual calmness," By the way, ask the kitchen to prepare some light meals. Zheng Zheng must not have eaten well these past few days."
Mo Chenfeng nodded and was about to get out of the car when he suddenly remembered something and turned around. "Oh, right, ask the family doctor to prepare some nutritional supplements. It's best to have something colorless and odorless that can be mixed into her water or food for her to eat."
Yan Qianling has something to say: Eh, eh, eh~, it's colorless and odorless. If someone didn't know, they'd think you were poisoning me!
The father and son had just walked into the living room and had not even had the chance to sit down when Ning Zhi and Old Man Mo followed them in.
As she stepped into the living room with Old Man Mo, she saw Mo Chenfeng and his son walking in hurriedly.
Ning Zhi frowned slightly and asked softly, "Chen Feng, Shi An, didn't you go to the company to process documents? Why are you back so soon?"
She wore a lavender cashmere sweater today, with her hair loosely tied up, looking elegant and gentle.
There was just a hint of fatigue in her eyes. She and the old man had just returned from the hospital after a routine physical examination.
Mo Chenfeng paused, then casually took off his suit jacket. "Things went more smoothly than expected."
"Really?" Ning Zhi glanced back and forth between her husband and son. "Shi'an, why do you look so bad?"
Mo Shian subconsciously touched his face and forced a smile, "Mom, I'm fine. Maybe I haven't rested well recently."
Mo Chenfeng was afraid that his son would reveal the truth, so he hurried to Ning Zhi and held her in his arms. "Okay, Zhizhi, Shi An is tired because of all the things going on at the company lately. Let him go upstairs and rest first."
Ning Zhi nodded gently, "Hurry upstairs and rest. I'll call you when dinner is ready."
"Okay, then I'll go up first, Mom." Mo Shi'an felt as if he had been pardoned, and he ran towards the stairs as quickly as if his feet were greased.
It was not until the moment he turned around that he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Downstairs, Ning Zhi watched her son's back disappear around the corner and shook her head helplessly.
When her eyes fell back on her husband, the unique smell of hospital disinfectant suddenly penetrated her nose more clearly.
That faint smell mixed with alcohol and medicine accompanied her throughout the most painful period of treatment and has long been deeply engraved in her memory.
There was no way she could have smelled it wrong!
"Did you go to the hospital?" She suddenly asked, her fingertips gently pulling at the cuff of Mo Chenfeng's suit, "Why do you smell like disinfectant?"
Mo Chenfeng's body stiffened slightly, and his hands hanging by his sides clenched unconsciously.
He quickly regained his composure, raised his hand to tuck his wife's scattered hair behind her ear, and said with a coaxing smile, "Maybe it got the smell of you. You just came back from the hospital with Dad after a physical examination."
Ning Zhi frowned slightly, feeling that something was wrong, but looking at her husband's calm expression, she thought she might be overthinking it.
She sighed softly, loosened his sleeve, and said softly, "Then I'll ask Aunt Wu to prepare dinner."
Mo Chenfeng suddenly grabbed her wrist and said, "Zhizhi, Aunt Wu has had some family matters recently and asked me for a few days off. I may have to ask other servants to prepare dinner tonight."
Ning Zhi was stunned. "Is there something wrong with Aunt Wu's family? Why haven't I heard her mention it?"
Mo Chenfeng looked normal. "Her daughter seems to be ill. She told me last minute."
He gently squeezed his wife's hand. "Let the kitchen prepare a simple dinner. Don't make it too complicated."
Ning Zhi nodded. Although she felt that Mo Chenfeng was a little strange today, she didn't ask any more questions.
She turned and walked towards the kitchen, her back slender and elegant, her steps brisk.
Mo Chenfeng looked at her back, his eyes darkening.
He took out his phone and quickly sent a message to Mo Shian: [Arrange for Aunt Wu to go to the hospital to take care of your sister. Don't let your mother know.]
After sending the message, he looked upstairs. Mo Shian's door was closed. He must be contacting various medical experts.
The old man sat in the rocking chair in the living room, looking at him intentionally or unintentionally.
"Dad." Mo Chenfeng walked over and sat down opposite the old man. "How were the results of your physical examination today?"
"You went to the hospital to see Zheng Zheng today, right?" Old Master Mo asked instead of answering, his tone full of certainty.
Mo Chenfeng did not deny it and nodded slightly, "I see."
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