Zhou Mo was full of apology and shame, "Yes, my name is Zhou Mo."
"Zhou Mo? Miss Zhou is here?" Du Moliang, who was already lying on the ground, suddenly shuddered and said to the person curled up like a corpse on the sofa, "Han Chen! Your Miss Zhou is here! Get up quickly."
The three sober people looked embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I'll take Han Chen back right now," Zhou Mo apologized repeatedly.
After all, drinking in someone else's house and getting drunk is extremely rude.
But Han Chen had already done so, lying drunk on the sofa like a dead pig. She had no choice but to apologize and get him gone.
Fortunately, Du Moyou was kind. She reminded, "Acheng, please help Miss Zhou send Han Chen back. She can't move it by herself."
Zhou Mo bowed repeatedly to express his gratitude.
Zhong Zhicheng picked Han Chen up from the sofa, and Zhou Mo reached out to support Han Chen on the other side.
"Thank you, Dr. Zhong," Zhou Mo said.
"You're welcome," Zhong Zhicheng put one of Han Chen's arms on his shoulder, and Zhou Mo supported the other side. Han Chen staggered and was carried out of Du Moliang's house.
"Don't go, don't go, Han Chen, you can't go!" Zong Zheng, who was vomiting in the trash can, spoke incoherently as if there was a blender in his mouth.
Zhou Mo turned around and wanted to ask if there was anything else.
Du Moyou said: "He's just talking nonsense, it's okay."
Zhou Mo apologized again, "I'm so sorry to have caused you trouble today."
"It's okay, let's send Han Chen back to rest."
Zhou Mo and Zhong Zhicheng carried Han Chen out.
Du Moyu's voice could be heard faintly from behind.
"Look at you. I've been away for a few days, and you've become lawless and messed up like this? You even brought Du Moliang with you. You two...really, do you want to piss me off to death together?"
"No, I was wrong, Mo You, I was really wrong," Zong Zheng's voice was extremely soft, which was completely inconsistent with his rough appearance. "You You, wife, daughter-in-law... I was wrong... Ugh..."
Zhou Mo was a little embarrassed.
Arrived at Han Chen’s door.
Zhong Zhicheng's face was as cold as ice, and he said calmly: "The key should be with him, you look for it."
Zhou Mo felt in both pockets of Han Chen's pants, found the key on the left, and opened the door of Han Chen's house.
Zhong Zhicheng put his arm around Han Chen's waist and dragged him in.
Zhou Mo immediately followed, opened Han Chen's bedroom door, and turned on the switch next to it.
Zhong Zhicheng threw Han Chen on the bed and straightened him up.
"Thank you so much, Dr. Zhong."
Zhou Mo hated Han Chen a little. She didn't know anyone here, and it was embarrassing for her to trouble them.
I don’t know what Han Chen was thinking. He was really out of control today.
"You take care of him," Zhong Zhicheng placed two fingers on Han Chen's carotid artery and pinched it for a while. "His heart rate is normal. Give him some honey water to drink later. It will help metabolize the alcohol."
"Okay, thank you for your help."
Zhong Zhicheng nodded, turned and walked out of the bedroom, closing the outer door behind him when he left.
Zhou Mo looked at the drunken man lying on the bed and couldn't help but sigh. She owed Han Chen so much that she had to apologize to people on his behalf all day long.
Walking around to the end of the bed, she helped Han Chen take off his shoes, took them to the door, and brought in slippers.
Han Chen turned over, hugged the pillow and lay on his side, with half of his face buried in the pillow.
Zhou Mo pulled out the pillow, fearing that he would cover himself while sleeping like this and have difficulty breathing.
But Han Chen refused to let go, and Zhou Mo couldn't pull him away.
As if annoyed by being pulled, Han Chen grabbed Zhou Mo's arm and said, "Mo Mo."
Zhou Mo was frightened. She suddenly let go of her hand and at the same time got rid of Han Chen's entanglement.
"Momo, I feel bad."
Han Chen buried his entire face in the pillow, muffling his voice into the pillow, making it hoarse and low.
When he called her name, his voice was light and soft, completely different from usual. It lingered and slid into Zhou Mo's heart, creating ripples.
"Momo..."
Han Chen shouted randomly.
Zhou Mo's heart was beating so fast that she even forgot to breathe. She stood blankly beside the bed and only came to her senses after a long while.
He turned around and went to the bathroom to get a towel, brought a basin of water, and simply wiped Han Chen's face, hands, and arms.
Han Chen was drunk, and his honey-colored skin had a light pink tint, especially on his face, where two blushes were the most obvious.
Zhou Mo knew that his face turned red when he drank.
Zhou Mo also knew that people who get red in the face when drinking alcohol actually have a poor alcohol tolerance and lack the alcohol dehydrogenase and acetaldehyde dehydrogenase needed for the human body to detoxify.
Han Chen was straightened up and laid on his back. However, Han Chen seemed to dislike sleeping on his back and insisted on lying on his side, a posture similar to a baby's most primitive curled-up state.
The alcohol also burned his neck red. Zhou Mo thought he had a fever and even tried to touch his forehead.
She forgot that her hand had just touched the water. When her cold hand touched Han Chen's forehead, his brows twitched involuntarily.
A hot and ironing touch hit Zhou Mo's palm. She wanted to pull her hand back, but the back of her hand was covered by Han Chen's hot palm in the next moment.
He exerted a little force, grabbed the back of her hand and took it off. He turned his head slightly, his eyes half-open with a hazy look, and it was unclear whether he was really awake or pretending to sleep.
"Momo...I feel bad."
He kept repeating this sentence, and every time he said it, Zhou Mo's heart felt a soft bump and his cheeks felt warm.
"You deserve it. Who told you to drink?" Zhou Mo said angrily.
"Hmph..." Han Chen seemed to have heard it and was a little dissatisfied. He held her hand tightly, pulled her arm into his arms, and buried half of his face in the pillow.
He looked like a kid who was bullied and ran to his parents to complain, and then got scolded by his parents.
There is only one word that can be heard from head to toe - aggrieved.
Zhou Mo thought, what is there for him to feel wronged about? She should be the one who feels wronged.
In the middle of the night, I came to apologize to him and take care of him.
"Mo Mo, I feel so uncomfortable, really..." The voice became longer and longer, blending smoothly into Zhou Mo's eardrum, and then entering his heart with the blood.
Zhou Mo thought that he must be really drunk, not conscious, but physically uncomfortable, which was why he was so annoying.
She rarely asked patiently, as if she was treating a child, "Where does it hurt?"
He took Zhou Mo's hand and pressed it on the diaphragm between his chest and abdomen. "It hurts here, it's really uncomfortable."
Zhou Mo couldn't tell where it was. "Is your stomach upset? How about some milk?"
Han Chen shook his head, not sure whether he meant that his stomach was upset or that he didn't want to drink milk.
"I'll get you some milk," Zhou Mo grabbed his wrist and tried to pull his hand back, but Han Chen wouldn't let him and held on tightly.
"Here, right here, it hurts."
He still pressed her hand towards her diaphragm.
In that position, the chest is not the chest, and the abdomen is not the abdomen. Zhou Mo couldn't locate the organs based on anatomy.
"Right here."
He complained that he felt uncomfortable.
Zhou Mo was worried that he might be feeling unwell. "How about we go to the hospital?"
"No need to go to the hospital. The hospital can't cure my illness."
Zhou Mo was speechless. "What's wrong with you? Is it a hypocritical illness? Han Chen, don't push your luck!"
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