Linghu Lan felt her heart tremble.
Mo Tang when awake is very different from Mo Tang when asleep. When awake, Mo Tang's voice alone reveals his extraordinary aura, while when asleep, Mo Tang is not aggressive at all, as if the god of sleep has smoothed out all his sharp edges.
Moreover, the real-life Mo Tang is extremely different from the Mo Tang in the alternate world. The Mo Tang in the alternate world loses his memory every time, and is forever young and energetic, with no trace of hardship on his face, only the noble and superior qualities brought about by a life of luxury.
Even now, lying in his hospital bed, Mo Tang still exudes a sense of vicissitude in his eyes, a profound weight forged through countless years of struggle, sharp and shrewd, like a sword forged through a thousand trials, piercing the heart.
In any case, this was a completely new and real Mo Tang, unlike any Mo Tang that Linghu Lan had ever known before. For a moment, she was speechless, not knowing how to express the shock that glance had brought her.
The doctor was overjoyed to see Mo Tang's reaction and immediately went to check on her.
Linghu Lan blushed slightly. She felt a little strange. She could easily tease Mo Tang in countless worlds, but when she returned to the real world, she wanted to find a shell to retreat into.
As expected, if you don't use your own body, you won't know what face is, and you can act recklessly and arrogantly!
Instead, once inside his own body, the things he had long lost—his sense of shame and integrity—quietly returned.
She gently tried to pull her hand away so the doctor could examine her, but she couldn't. Mo Tang held her firmly, so she could only whisper, "The doctor needs to examine your body."
"Don't leave!" Mo Tang's eyes were sharp, as if she could see right through Linghu Lan's thoughts.
Linghu Lan smiled slightly, "I'm not leaving!"
Mo Tang gave her a deep look before pursing his lips, releasing Linghu Lan's hand, and closing his eyes with some reluctance. That last moment had exhausted him too much.
The doctor looked at Mo Tang, who had fainted again, and couldn't help but chuckle. So it turned out that he had opened his eyes in a fit of anger because Linghu Lan was leaving. Indeed, the power of love is great.
Overall, the doctor is positive about Mo Tang's recovery. Now that they know Linghu Lan is the best medicine for Mo Tang, they naturally don't want to let Linghu Lan go. They suggest that Linghu Lan stay with Mo Tang, preferably starting today, because Mo Tang's reaction just now shows that his nerves are very strong and he can fully adapt to the stimulation brought by Linghu Lan.
Linghu Lan asked with some doubt, "If the stimulation is too great, will there be any aftereffects?"
The doctor smiled nonchalantly, "It's hard to say about others, but the boss won't."
"Why?"
"Have you ever seen someone become more lucid the more times they faint? I certainly haven't, but I've only seen it in the boss. You should have faith in him; he's the first person to be able to travel through countless worlds and return after losing control." The doctor had great confidence in Mo Tang. What he didn't say was that Mo Tang was also likely the last person to successfully return after being lost in different worlds.
Regardless, Mo Tang was creating miracles. Linghu Lan looked at Mo Tang, who had fallen back into a deep sleep, and hesitated for a moment. Mo Tang's gaze had been too sharp, making her feel like she had nowhere to hide.
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