Chapter 951
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He looked at the text message that Little Pomelo had sent her again, his heart aching.
What surprised him was that little troublemaker had never called or sent him a text, as though she had really cut off all ties with him.
He had raised her since she was young. What an ingrate.
Zhuge Qing came over and was about to examine the Young Master's body when he suddenly realized that the Young Master was crying.
He stood there, suddenly feeling so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe.
He had followed the Young Master for so many years, but he had never seen the Young Master shed a single tear. It was the first time he had seen the Young Master cry, and he suddenly felt that he was in even more pain than the Young Master.
Mochen's vision blurred and his eyes hurt. It took him a long time to calm down, and he looked up at Zhuge Qing. "Okay, let's start."
Zhuge Qing calmed himself down and began the examination.
It was rare for Mochen to be so cooperative.
Zhuge Qing quickly drew his blood and measured the other data.
After a whole hour, he asked softly, "Young Master, have you had any other symptoms recently?"
Mochen closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "I feel like I can't control my arm sometimes. I only had it yesterday."
Zhuge Qing replied, "Got it, Young Master."
Mochen went back to his room and laid on the bed. He turned on his phone and scrolled up to find the photos that Shang Ziyang had asked someone to take for Weiwei's debut show.
There were many sets of poses, and each set was beautiful in a different way.
At that time, she was still bad-tempered and rebellious, always going against him.
His gaze fell on a picture of a gown. The neckline was wide open, revealing a breathtakingly fair neck, a beautiful collarbone, and that faint line …
He felt for a cigarette, lit one, took a puff, and quickly put it out.
But in the next photo, the entire photo was a pair of beautiful legs!
He looked at the photo, his eyes getting darker and darker.
Although he had lost his sense of taste and would occasionally lose control of his arm, some parts of his body still functioned.
He put down his phone and went to the bathroom.
He only came out half an hour later.
Lying on the bed, he closed his eyes and listened to Weiwei's song over and over again.
It felt like a dying person greedily sucking up his spiritual sustenance. That kind of despair and loneliness was something that only he could understand.
Suddenly, he wanted to see him!
An hour later, Zhuge Qing came over and injected him with the sleeping medicine.
Mochen opened his eyes and looked at Zhuge Qing. "At this rate, how long will it take for me to become a vegetable?"
Zhuge Qing replied, "Three months."
Three months?
Mo Chen nodded. "Got it."
Mochen injected him with the sleeping medicine.
Mo Chen said softly, "There's no need to worry about the consequences. It's like trying everything in a desperate situation. We can try anything."
Hearing this, Zhuge Qing felt uncomfortable. "Yes, Young Master."
Mo Chen asked, "How's Mo Nan?"
Zhuge Qing said softly, "It's still the same. As long as you don't get close to Young Master, everything else is normal."
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Zhuge Qing sat beside him, accompanying Mochen.
After the injection, the Young Master fell asleep half an hour later.
He didn't need to increase the dosage for the time being. He heaved a sigh of relief and returned to the laboratory in Ru Yuan.
Xu Yan was busy.
Zhuge Qing walked over and took a look. She put the results aside and said, "Compare them."
Xu Yan replied, "Yes."
They had already developed a type of medicine and tested it on animals. Not only was it useless, it even worsened the condition and caused a quick death.
They didn't expect it to have such an effect.
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