Chapter 22: The Cannon Fodder in a Dogblood Novel (22)
Xiao Yu buried his face further into the crook of Shen Tangqing’s neck. His warm breath, wrapped in muffled nasal sounds, rubbed against the skin.
He hummed stickily, “Young Master Shen… cool… so comfortable…”
Shen Tangqing: “…”
Shen Tangqing’s temples throbbed, and his face was black enough to drip ink.
“Comfortable my ass! Stay away from me.” Carrying Xiao Yu on his back, both his hands had to support Xiao Yu’s legs to be steady, leaving no gap to block that rubbing hand.
He could only endure the irritability in his heart and walk quickly toward the hospital.
But Xiao Yu was a tall man of 1.88 meters after all, and his frame was heavy.
Shen Tangqing was almost exhausted before reaching the hospital’s emergency hall.
“Don’t f*cking… strangle my… my neck!”
“D*mn, where are your hands touching?”
“Xiao Yu, f*ck your ancestors…”
…
Shen Tangqing cursed Xiao Yu while panting.
He just felt he had really hit bloody bad luck.
Clearly, he just needed to take a photo and post a thread, but now he was forced to be a laborer…
—
“Excuse me, do you need help?” A gentle voice came from the side.
Shen Tangqing felt like he heard the sound of nature. Indeed, there are still many good people in this world.
Looking up, he crashed into a pair of warm eyes.
The man in front of him was almost a head taller than Shen Tangqing. He wore an ordinary white coat with a tailored sense of nobility, his mixed-race contours particularly eye-catching…
High nose bridge, slightly sunken eye sockets, a pair of light brown pupils seeming to hold crushed light. Under the high, straight nose, thin lips curved in a polite arc, neutralizing the innate sharpness of his features and adding a few degrees of refined nobility instead.
Seeing Shen Tangqing looking over, the man reached out to adjust the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, his smile becoming increasingly gentle.
“Doctor, my friend is drugged. Please lend a hand.” Shen Tangqing finished speaking and took a breath, exhausted.
This Xiao Yu looks quite thin, why is he so heavy to carry—
Mo Zeyan stepped forward, reaching out to take Xiao Yu from his back.
Although Xiao Yu had no autonomy, he clung to Shen Tangqing relentlessly, his whole head rubbing back and forth against Shen Tangqing’s neck, like a piece of sticky rice cake glued to Shen Tangqing!
Shen Tangqing was already full of anger. Seeing Xiao Yu refuse to let go and swaying around, his pair of long legs tightly clamping his waist unwilling to get down from his back, he was furious and opened his mouth to curse.
“Holy sh*t, let go f*cking hell! I can’t carry you anymore.”
The person on his back not only didn’t let go but unconsciously held on tighter.
Shen Tangqing: “…”
Shen Tangqing gritted his back teeth. He suspected Xiao Yu was retaliating, but he had no evidence!
Seeing sweat overflowing on Shen Tangqing’s forehead from exhaustion and his body teetering, Mo Zeyan frowned slightly.
With a little force, he peeled Xiao Yu off Shen Tangqing.
Shen Tangqing instantly felt his back lighten, feeling alive again.
He bent over, hands on his knees, gasping for large mouthfuls of breath. It took a minute or two before he looked up and thanked him in a hoarse voice.
Mo Zeyan firmly confined the twisting Xiao Yu in his arms, looking gently at Shen Tangqing. “I’ll help you take him to the emergency room.”
“Thank you, Doctor.”
Seeing Mo Zeyan wearing a white coat, Shen Tangqing preconceived that he was a doctor at this hospital.
Mo Zeyan didn’t refute either. He directly carried Xiao Yu on his shoulder and walked steadily toward the emergency building.
Shen Tangqing’s eyes went straight watching.
He said “Holy cr*p” in his heart.
This doctor looks refined and scholarly, gentle and polite, but his strength is actually this great?
…
As soon as they entered the hospital gate, they ran into a young doctor. Seeing Mo Zeyan carrying someone, he was stunned for a moment before reacting.
He bowed hurriedly. “Professor Mo, you are…”
“Go to the emergency room and make arrangements,” Mo Zeyan said flatly, yet with the composure of a superior.
“Oh oh, okay okay.” The young doctor agreed repeatedly, turned around, and trotted toward the emergency room.
With Mo Zeyan there, even the registration queue was skipped. Xiao Yu was sent directly into the emergency room. Shen Tangqing finally breathed a sigh of relief.
“Don’t worry, your friend is fine.”
Mo Zeyan walked to Shen Tangqing’s side to comfort him, his voice still gentle.
Shen Tangqing naturally knew Xiao Yu was fine; he was just tired—
Turning to look at Mo Zeyan, he thanked him politely.
“Thank you so much today, Doctor.”
Mo Zeyan pressed his fingertips against the frame of his gold-rimmed glasses. The crushed light in his light brown pupils flickered. When his gaze landed on the sweat-damp side of Shen Tangqing’s neck, his Adam’s apple rolled imperceptibly.
He didn’t accept the title of “Doctor,” his voice softer than before.
“Just a lifting of a hand, no need to be polite.”
Shen Tangqing smiled at him.
“If I hadn’t met you today, I might have died of exhaustion.”
He stood sideways as he spoke. The sweaty hair on his forehead stuck to his skin, his whole body revealing a bit of pathetic softness.
Mo Zeyan’s gaze fell on his still slightly red ear tips. His fingers curled inside the pocket of his white coat—
“Actually, I’m not a doctor at this hospital.”
Mo Zeyan spoke suddenly. Looking at Shen Tangqing’s surprised eyes, he added slowly,
“I was invited to give a special lecture on surgery. Meeting you here is also a kind of fate.”
He paused deliberately, laughter spreading in his light brown eyes. “Come to think of it, I still don’t know your name.”
Shen Tangqing was stunned for a moment. Invited to City No. 1 Hospital for a special lecture? This doctor is a bit awesome! He quickly introduced himself with a smile. “Surname is Shen, Shen Tangqing. May I ask how to address you?”
Mo Zeyan chuckled lightly. “No need to use honorifics with me.” After speaking, he took out a business card and handed it to Shen Tangqing. “This is my card. You can call me Professor Mo.”
Shen Tangqing took the card Mo Zeyan handed over. The next second, the smile on his lips froze in place.
He really hadn’t expected this person to be Mo Zeyan.
Mo Zeyan, Chinese-American mixed blood, residing in Country M. Top surgical doctor domestically and internationally, known as the Hand of God—
In short… just very awesome.
Sure enough, where there is Xiao Yu, there is his future husband. Bo Nian didn’t show up, but Mo Zeyan actually appeared in advance.
No matter how illogical, they can appear in a ‘logical’ way.
Seeing Shen Tangqing silent,
Mo Zeyan frowned slightly. “What’s wrong?”
Shen Tangqing moved quietly to the side and gave a dry laugh. “Nothing, just didn’t expect you to be Professor Mo…”
Mo Zeyan raised an eyebrow. “You know me?”
“Don’t know you, but have heard of your great name.” After speaking, as if suddenly remembering, Shen Tangqing added, “Just my roommate just now, he’s in the Jing University Medical Department. Heard him mention you before.”
Shen Tangqing was lying, of course, but he had indeed seen Xiao Yu looking at Mo Zeyan’s materials in the dorm.
“Is that so…”
Mo Zeyan looked at Shen Tangqing with an obscure expression. Before he could finish speaking, the emergency room door opened.
The nurse pushed Xiao Yu out. However, he had been given a sedative and was already asleep.
Shen Tangqing quickly stood up. “Professor Mo, I’ll go to the ward first. Truly troubled you today.”
Mo Zeyan stood up as well, his face returning to its previous gentleness. “It doesn’t matter, you go ahead!”
Shen Tangqing followed the nurse toward the ward, not noticing Mo Zeyan’s gaze behind him—
Those eyes shed their warmth, light brown base turning over with almost greedy light.
Staring at Shen Tangqing’s back, a trace of playfulness flashed in his eyes.
This person is guarding against me.
After I gave the business card, he quietly guarded against me.
Truly interesting.
He hasn’t seen someone who interested him this much in a long time.
The last one was—his little nephew, that little lunatic Li Qiulan.
Shen Tangqing didn’t know that Mo Zeyan’s main profession was a doctor, but… he minored in psychology.
His emotional changes were all seen by Mo Zeyan.
Mo Zeyan leisurely took out his phone. His slender fingers typed a few sentences on the screen to his assistant.
“Check Shen Tangqing, all information, give it to me tomorrow morning. Also, cancel the flight back abroad tomorrow. Contact Jing University again, I can give a public lecture.”
After sending, he clicked open the photo album. The latest one was secretly taken while Shen Tangqing was catching his breath—
The other party bent over holding his knees. The sweaty skin on the back of his neck showed pink, and even the heaving of his back while breathing was captured clearly.
Obsession surged in Mo Zeyan’s eyes. “Truly a beautiful little fellow, more tempting than anything I’ve ever seen.”
Translator’s note: I find it hard to just accept that they’re obsessed with him so easily. Maybe because the host’s soul (not the original), was attractive to men before he transmigrated? Maybe it’s that. I’m just filling in the blanks here. LOL.
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Replying to translator, I also thought that. But I think Shen Tangqing likely has a natural charm that the men find attractive. The body in the book must have been very beautiful as well as they look the same but the two probably have different auras as a result of their backgrounds.
Either way, if it’s not true, I’m just going to turn my brain off and enjoy it, hehe!
Hehe. Same, same. I enjoy it anyway.