The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 393 Ah Qing, please punch me twice! [Third Update]

"Phew! The weather in Fuzhou is so hot."

After wandering around the hospital, Ah Qing found a private convenience store that didn't refuse pets. She spent over thirty yuan at the store and then sat down in an air-conditioned room.

Aqing placed Xiao'an on the bench, took out a disposable cup from the bag, poured bottled coconut water into the cup, and pushed it in front of the little fox.

Aqing poured half a bottle of coconut water for the little fox. She took a small sip to moisten her lips and throat. After finishing, she continued to sip, but she didn't dare to drink too much.

As someone who frequently works outdoors, she is well aware that rapidly consuming water before one's body has fully recovered can cause stomach cramps, side stitches, or increased pressure on the heart.

Therefore, even though Ah Qing felt very thirsty, she still restrained her water intake, and she did not simply drink ordinary mineral water.

"嘤嘤嘤"

After drinking the coconut water, the little fox lay stiffly on Ah Qing's lap, looking a little listless.

"Still feeling hot?" Ah Qing raised her hand and stroked the little fox's ears, making the little fox subconsciously squint its eyes and reveal a comfortable expression.

"Just bear with it a little longer! Once Momo has paid A-Jie's medical bills, we can go back to the Nanlu Guesthouse and enjoy the air conditioning after we finish eating." A-Qing checked the little fox from head to toe but couldn't find anything abnormal about him. Even after consulting with fox expert Wang Ya through WeChat, she couldn't find anything wrong with him either.

But for some reason, the little fox looked listless right after basking in the sun.

Ah Qing could only assume that the current situation was due to Xiao An's maladaptation to the environment.

Regardless of whether it's Xia Dong, Chang'an, or Nanlu, the little fox's activity area is in urban and rural areas, or simply in the mountains.

I've never encountered a city like Fuzhou, where temperatures reach over 40 degrees Celsius due to the urban heat island effect.

of course.

Ah Qing felt that Xiao An might have degenerated in some way because the air conditioning was on too often.

No fox ever molts its fur during the changing seasons.

"Ah Qing, stop massaging me. What you're kneading isn't my body, it's my conscience."

"Why don't you hit me a couple of times! I'm a truly heartless wicked fox!" The little fox curled up in A Qing's arms, looking just like a bouncy ball.

There's ice cream; Ah Qing is really treating.

Even though he couldn't get into the restaurant, Ah Qing was genuinely willing to sit with him in the 43-degree heat on the marble slab that could potentially cause low-temperature burns, placing him on her lap and cheerfully offering him ice cream.

And her ice cream melted before she could even eat it!

An Sheng felt extremely uncomfortable all over; it was a very unfamiliar emotion. He felt as if his conscience was punching him. His conscience pressed down on his cheek and punched his chest repeatedly, making him writhe and twist.

"Mmm, I know you're not feeling well. You should feel better now that the air conditioning is on."

"MoMo will be able to pay the surgery fees soon," Aqing said, patting the white, fluffy furry creature to comfort it.

…………

At the hospital, Mo Yiqing made a phone call to a local private bank, withdrew 200,000 yuan in cash, and prepaid Mo Shengjie's 3,000 yuan hospital fee. Around noon, Fei Dao's attending physician also arrived at the hospital.

The attending physician was stunned when he saw the box of money. He was so shocked that he pressed himself against the wall, looking suffocated.

"Give me three thousand, that's enough. My intern and I will get our round-trip airfare for one thousand six hundred, two boxed lunches for lunch, and two bottles of beer and a pack of cigarettes for dinner."

The doctor who throws knives is no stranger to money; his annual salary, including performance bonuses, has reached over 500,000.

However, the original intention of private knife throwing is to put out fires, or to teach in a certain way, or to repay a favor, not really for money, except for those who throw millions at a time.

The 3,000 yuan is for reimbursing travel expenses.

Receiving tens of thousands of yuan is tax evasion, and could even be considered illegal. The attending physician almost couldn't catch his breath and collapsed to the ground.

Mo Yiqing was taken aback, and quickly helped the man up. He then handed three thousand coins to the doctor, Fei Dao, and patted his pockets to indicate that he did not have any electronic devices with him.

The attending physician breathed a sigh of relief and wiped his sweat.

"You almost scared me to death. I thought my name was going to be trending on social media. Just stop messing around and consider this a self-funded business trip! Don't scare me."

“There are 7,000 yuan for an appointment with a specialist in my area.” Mo Yiqing was speechless at the doctor’s reaction.

The attending physician remained silent for a moment, glanced at the suitcase the girl was carrying, and didn't know what to say.

"You booked an appointment for cosmetic surgery?"

My friend went to the orthopedics department.

The doctor remained silent.

Mo Yiqing looked at the doctor.

"If you have a urologist in your area, or someone who can talk to me about kidney deficiency or bladder cancer, I can talk to them. If I can't, I can still find a top-level expert in the field."

"Among the guys lying inside, a whole bunch of them look like they have insufficient yang energy. If you cure them, I guarantee you'll need to prescribe a formula for kidney deficiency patients, enough to fill a bus." Having reached a consensus, Mo Yiqing carried the suitcase out of the fire escape and returned to Mo Shengjie's room.

Mo Shengjie was staying in a double room, which was considered one of the best conditions, except for some special wards.

"I've already told you what happened. The surgery is tonight, and your parents should arrive this afternoon," Mo Yiqing said, tossing the suitcase in front of Mo Shengjie's bedside table.

"sister"

"I won't thank you for saving my life. When we get back, I promise I'll take you out to sea and treat you to seafood." Mo Shengjie, who was lying on the hospital bed with his legs spread apart and his lower body covered by a white cloth, was pale-faced and had a slightly broken and withered beauty as he thanked Mo Yiqing.

“Seafood! I think you won’t want to see any seafood after tonight, until the New Year.” Mo Yiqing looked at A Biao with a strange expression.

Ah Biao's injury was very strange. After the examination, the doctor concluded that the bell was twisted and the tubing was dilated.

It can be solved with a minor surgery: simply open it up, take it out, untie the knot, and put it back.

However, due to the bruising, the procedure was difficult, so the attending physician decided to opt for conservative treatment.

Use four or five medicinal leeches to clear away the blood stasis, then correct the major health issues, and finally deal with the bone fracture.

of course.

Although Mo Yiqing felt it was a bit outrageous, it should be considered a reward for A Biao, right?
"Huh? Why don't you want to see seafood? I'm a seafood fanatic." A-Biao said, puzzled.

But Mo Yiqing didn't say anything, only told him to rest well before leaving the ward to go find the actor.

That brat wouldn't listen to anyone's advice and insisted on seeing Ah Biao's serious illness. After seeing him, her face turned ashen, she covered her mouth and puffed out her cheeks like a squirrel, and then she ran off somewhere to vomit.

"Wow, buddy, girlfriend?" The young man lying on the hospital bed next to Mo Shengjie couldn't help but speak to Mo Shengjie after the room fell silent following Mo Yiqing's departure.

"Ok?"

Mo Shengjie glanced to the side and saw the young man opposite him pull back the curtain and look at him with a curious expression.

Mo Shengjie was silent for a moment, his lips twitching slightly. He said with utmost determination, "No!"

Mo Shengjie was two years older than Mo Yiqing.

The two lived about four or five kilometers apart, and they often played together when they were children.

As a child, Mo Yiqing suffered from thalassemia, which caused him to be swollen all over, with yellow skin and very thin.

But Mo Yiqing was very energetic.

Maybe he was eight years old, or maybe nine? Mo Shengjie couldn't quite remember his age anymore.

He doesn't remember what happened that day; he only remembers one thing.

Mo Yiqing used an over-the-shoulder throw to take him down, looking down at him with a wicked grin on his face.

She turned her backside towards herself and farted.

That day, Mo Shengjie thought he was dead. He never imagined that a fart could smell so bad.

In Mo Shengjie's mind, Mo Yiqing was nothing short of a yellow devil, a murderous maniac who sneered at night.

As Mo Yiqing's illness was cured, the swelling on her body gradually subsided, and the bruises and scars from her bumps and bruises gradually faded, revealing a face as beautiful as a white swan.

Mo Shengjie was dumbfounded.

Even someone as beautiful as Mo Yiqing is so perverted.

Wouldn't those who are inferior to her be even more despicable? And wouldn't those who are more beautiful than her be chosen by Khorne?
In addition, he had the experience of being dressed up like a Barbie doll by his three older sisters since he was a child.

From that day on, it was as if some filter in Mo Shengjie's heart shattered; the girl was now seen as a walking extraterrestrial demon.

"Oh, so it's not his girlfriend!" The patient in the next bed nodded slightly, a smile on his face, as he looked at Mo Shengjie, who exuded a delicate and charming aura.

"No!"

After Mo Shengjie finished speaking decisively, he also felt a bit bored lying on the hospital bed, so he casually asked the young man opposite him, "What about you? How did you end up in the hospital?"

"Me? Something's stuck in my bladder, so I can't pee and I'm waiting for surgery!" the young man laughed.

Mo Shengjie's eyes narrowed, his body stiffened, and he glanced sideways at the mullet-haired boy who was lying on the bed, propping his cheek with one hand and smiling like a peach blossom. Mo Shengjie's smile froze.

"A talent with no brains?" Mo Shengjie asked.

“No, it’s profound and deep,” the young man said.

Mo Shengjie looked nervous and swallowed hard. It seemed that Slaanesh's Chosen had been refreshed in his room.

(End of this chapter)