His voice stopped, and Mo Beiyan suddenly turned his head, "How about you wake up?"

The old Chinese doctor's eyes fell on Mo Nanjue's pale handsome face, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito sound, "I really can't hold on for long after I wake up..."

"How long does he have to sleep?"

"I'm not sure about this..."

Mo Beiyan's pupils contracted violently. He narrowed his eyes hard and held Mo Nanjue's shoulders with both hands, "Did you hear it? You actually gave someone a chance to say you can't do it. Mo Nanjue, aren't you very capable? Didn't you go to Asia alone? Are you not the president of the Emperor Jue? OK, open your eyes, ******* I will fight you, if you lose, I will kneel down, I will call you brother, can you do it?!"

Mo Beiyan's eyes were scarlet, and when he roared, a warm liquid fell on the man's eyelids. He stared at his face, "You..."

The old Chinese doctor grabbed his hand, "Big Master, don't shake it, the second master can no longer shake it..."

Mo Beiyan suddenly let go of his hand, turned around and supported the edge of the table with both hands. The anger in his chest was nowhere to vent. He swept his eyes left and right, and suddenly swung a vase and smashed it hard on the ground!

Bang!

The old Chinese doctor stood up in fear. Mo Beiyan kept gasping and raised his hand to press his forehead, "Come here."

The old Chinese doctor is busy taking a few steps closer.

Mo Beiyan opened his eyes, calmed down and his eyes fell on him, "Don't tell me about this."

The old Chinese doctor was stunned and shook his head quickly, "Young Master, no, I must report to the second wife of the master..."

Mo Beiyan walked to the table and sat down, tapped his fingers on the table a few times, "The report is definitely something I want, but it's another matter, do you understand what I mean?"

"But I can't tell lies to the second wife of the master..."

"Can you say that you decided?" Mo Beiyan raised his head. He understood the thoughts of those people best. If Mo Nanjue was sick, would he have a peaceful life? Not to mention anything else, one, it can't hide it from Tong Ran, two, Xie Yanghua and his group, including Shen Xinbi...

He frowned. If these people were tossed, even if they were good, Mo Nanjue could be tortured to death. How many consecutive strikes and hidden arrows could he withstand?

The old Chinese doctor still shook his head, "Master, I can't lie..."

"Is that true?" Mo Beiyan chuckled, he narrowed his eyes and grabbed some of the handles for a long time, but had never taken them out and used them. "I remember, the third wife died of dying delivery back then... This incident did not seem to be an accident?"

The old Chinese doctor was shocked, and a panic flashed in his eyes, "Young Master, you misunderstood..."

"Don't say anything, I misunderstood. Since I dare to say it, it means I have enough evidence. If I take it out, can you still survive in the Mo family? Don't talk about the Mo family, you probably won't be able to save your life," Mo Beiyan picked up a cup of tea and handed it over, "Do you think about it?"

The old Chinese doctor wiped his sweat, "Young Master, I understand."

"Very good," Mo Beiyan nodded, "Remember, the second young master's current situation is that his brain nerves are pressed by blood congestion, and he needs to wait until the blood congestion disappears before he wakes up. The specific time is uncertain. These are facts now. We didn't say anything just now, and you understand?"

“Yes, yes…”

The old Chinese doctor nodded quickly and left the room to prescribe medicine.
Chapter completed!