The next day, the sun was shining and the breeze was not dry.

Qin Mo woke up from his deep sleep, sat up, and stretched out his extremely comfortable and slack waist.

During his sleep last night, the Xuantian Divine Art was operating on its own and he had almost repaired his knife wounds.

Originally, this was just a skin injury, and basically did not hurt the vitality. At that time, it was just because of the strong enemy Tang Hongchen on his side, and the excessive blood loss for a while, which caused Qin Mo's coma.

He quickly removed the bandage on his body. Looking at the pink skin that had grown from the blade, Qin Mo smiled slightly, and a carp rose from the bed, and after washing, he walked to the living room.

"Why are you getting up so early and you won't sleep anymore?"

As soon as Qin Mo walked to the living room, Nalan Bingxue ran out and said with concern: "I have made an appointment with Professor Niu from the People's Hospital to come to your home to check it carefully for you."

Nalan Bingxue explained: "Professor Niu is the best surgeon in our entire Jiangcheng City. He has participated in many major surgical operations. Although you seem to be fine last night, it is better to have a closer examination for safety."

"No."

Qin Mo waved his hand, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he took off his shirt and pointed to himself as he had completely healed. If it weren't for the different skin color, I'm afraid that Qin Mo wouldn't have seen the wounded blade. He smiled and said, "Do you think there is still a need to check in this situation?"

"Oh my God!"

Nalan Bingxue covered her mouth, screamed in surprise, and said in disbelief: "Qin Mo, you suffered such a serious injury yesterday. Even if the blade is not in the heart, you have to recuperate for a few months. You have recovered in just one night!"

Nalan Bingxue looked surprised and circled around Qin Mo several times, as if Columbus had discovered a new continent and looked at Qin Mo's whole body.

"I happened to know medical skills and used some special means to help recover, so I got better so quickly, it was no big deal."

Qin Mo smiled slightly, explained, looking at Nalan Bingxue's outfit, a curiosity flashed in his eyes, and said, "Is this a new trendy brand on you recently?"

At this time, Nalan Bingxue was wearing a pink apron, one glove was wearing a thick cotton glove, and a band-aid sticker on the index and middle fingers of the other hand.

"No, don't talk nonsense."

Nalan Bingxue smiled mysteriously, greeted Qin Mo over, pointed to the chicken soup on the dinner table and said, "I called Xiaoman last night and asked her. She said that the old chicken soup is particularly effective for wound recovery."

"You make the soup for me?"

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows and looked at Nalan Bingxue in disbelief.

You should know that Nalan Bingxue is the executive president of Nalan Group. The son of a noble family who is not touching the spring water can actually make soup for himself.

The old chicken soup needs to be boiled for at least four or five hours. It was just past eight in the morning, which means that Nalan Bingxue had already gotten up at two or three in the morning to prepare for the soup.

Thinking of this, Qin Mo couldn't help but feel soft and moved.

"Don't stand there, sit down and drink the soup. If it is cold, it will taste bad."

Nalan Bingxue smiled, pulled open the stool for Qin Mo, and personally served him a bowl of chicken soup.

“How is it?”

Seeing Qin Mo swallowing the chicken soup and chicken in big mouthfuls, Nalan Bingxue asked expectantly.

"Perfect."

Qin Mo shook his head and said, "If you don't say that this is what you cooked, I would have thought it was made by the chef of a five-star hotel."

The praise made Nalan Bingxue smile and looked at Qin Mo with her chin on her face.

At this moment, Qin Mo's cell phone placed beside the table suddenly vibrated.

After answering the phone, Zhang Maosheng's anxious voice came from the receiver.

"Doctor Qin, something big is wrong. My old man suddenly fell into a coma and drooled. Can you come here!"

Zhang Maosheng spoke very quickly and said hurriedly: "Doctor Song is already at my house, but he is helpless about the old man's condition. He also asked Doctor Qin to come and save my old man!"

"You wait, I'll come here now."

Qin Mo frowned slightly and quickly gave Zhang Maosheng a positive answer.

The reason why I rejected Zhang Maosheng's invitation several times was because Qin Mo was not willing to have too many interactions with these powerful people.

But at this time, Zhang De was in danger of the old man, so Qin Mo naturally would not sit idly by. After all, the Zhang family had helped him many times.

"Qin Mo, what happened?"

Nalan Bingxue asked with concern.

She kept paying attention to Qin Mo's expression. Seeing his face becoming quite ugly, she immediately asked.

"I'm going out and I'll drink the chicken soup when I'm back."

Qin Mo didn't explain much, so he stood up and walked straight out of the door.

"Where are you going, I'll send it to you."

Nalan Bingxue stood up with Qin Mo and said softly: "You were injured just yesterday, so it's not convenient to go out alone."

After hesitating for a moment, Qin Mo did not refuse Nalan Bingxue's proposal, and drove out of the garage, the fastest Maserati, and ran all the way to Zhang Maosheng's mansion.

As soon as he arrived at the door, Zhang Maosheng walked over quickly, held Qin Mo's hand tightly, and said with tears in his eyes: "Doctor Qin, the life of my old man is in your hands!"

Qin Mo nodded slightly, patted Zhang Maosheng's back of his hand, comforted him in a low voice, and asked, "How is the old man's situation now?"

“Not optimistic.”

Zhang Maosheng walked forward and said, "This morning, the old man got up and exercised, he was sitting in the living room reading newspapers when he suddenly fell down. After the examination, Song Siming said that the old man had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage and there was almost no possibility of treatment!"

Qin Mo listened quietly to Zhang Maosheng's story and followed his steps into Zhang Maosheng's home.

As soon as I entered the door, a feeling of silence came to my face.

Those who were sitting on a chair and standing in the living room were all sad, all of whom were from the face of sadness.

On the sofa, Zhang Defu lay on his back with his body crookedly sitting next to him with a sad face.

After seeing Qin Mo, Song Siming stood up instantly and said excitedly: "Doctor Qin, come and see the old man's situation. Is there any help?"

"Doctor Qin, you must save my old man. The baby has not grown up yet and cannot lose his grandfather."

Lan Yuling held her youngest son who was still in her infancy and begged with tears in her eyes.

However, just as Qin Mo was about to come forward to check Zhang Defu's situation, a gloomy voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Another mess! Are you crazy? You actually got into trouble with a young boy! Are you not afraid of others coming to laugh at our Zhang family?"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!