The Cultivator's Reborn to 1970s-Chapter 224 - 188

Lan Tian had black lines all over his forehead and a waterfall of sweat on his face, nodding repeatedly, showing a humble readiness to learn. Mo Yuanle’s expression softened a bit.

"Of course, I’m not an unreasonable man either..."

Lan Tian chuckled...

"If he does something that wrongs you, and you want to separate, naturally I’ll stand by your side. I hope you live a happy life, not one where you have to swallow your pride and endure humiliation. Nothing is more important than your happiness."

Suddenly, his nose tingled, and Lan Tian thought his eyes were getting wet too, so he looked up at the sky.

After a while, Lan Tian ran over and hugged his arm, saying, "Uncle, you’re so nice!"

Mo Yuanle grunted an acknowledgment, thinking to himself that when Mo Junhua came back, he’d need to have a serious talk with him about life. That kid looked smart and capable — not the type to make such a foolish mistake, but if the girl said so, then he might be showing that kind of tendency.

Regardless of whether Mo Junhua did or didn’t do anything, just thinking that she had such thoughts meant she had suffered greatly. This wouldn’t do; he needed to have a good talk with that boy.

...

After staying at home for a few days and reckoning that Mo Junhua’s leg should be nearly healed, Lan Tian packed up and told Grandma Sun she was going to the military base. Chun Mei, who was taking care of the baby in the yard, saw Lan Tian leaving and chased after her, asking, "Lan Tian, where are you going? Are you going to visit your great-grandpa’s house? I’ve been here a few days and haven’t visited him yet, which is not right. Wait for me; I’ll change my clothes and go with you." With that, she ran inside.

She even remembered to visit the old man’s house — quite greedy.

With a sweep of her Divine Sense, Lan Tian saw that Chun Mei was indeed changing her clothes inside. She hummed and walked away with her bag. Watching Lan Tian leave without looking back, Grandma Sun glanced towards Chun Mei’s room but ultimately didn’t call out to stop Lan Tian.

When Lan Tian arrived at the ward, Chunhua wasn’t there, and she thought Zhou Yuwei might take this opportunity to tend to Mo Junhua in Chunhua’s absence, but Zhou Yuwei wasn’t there either.

"Did the sun rise from the west?" It was strange for Lan Tian; that woman was adept at seizing opportunities. It was odd she would miss such a good chance.

Mo Junhua wasn’t asleep; he was sitting in a wheelchair by the window, holding a book and reading, his expression serene and soft, a stark contrast to his usual icy demeanor.

They often say that a man hard at work is attractive, but a man engrossed in a book can be just as charming.

Moreover, Mo Junhua was handsome by nature, not inferior to the male gods of later eras. With deep-set features, sword-like eyebrows, star-like eyes, and slightly pursed lips, the sunlight streaming through the window seemed to cast a radiant glow on him, making him look like a stunningly handsome deity.

No wonder Zhou Yuwei clung to him in both her lives; even she found it hard to look away just now.

Hearing familiar and long-missed footsteps in the room, Mo Junhua’s gaze lifted from the book. Seeing the person who entered, his eyes filled with a smile that came from the bottom of his heart. But immediately, he felt aggrieved, "Girl, why did it take you so long to come?"

The veins on her forehead ’throbbed violently’, and Lan Tian blinked, took a deep breath to suppress the sudden surge of anger, "I had an exam."

The image of the cold, arrogant, and domineering Mo Junhua from Lan Tian’s past life had utterly collapsed!

"I missed you, thought of you every day, day and night. I even dreamed of you, hurting in my heart," Mo Junhua clutched his chest, frowning with a pained expression, as if he was really in pain, "Haven’t seen you for so long, so long, it felt like a century. In my dreams, you were running ahead, and I was chasing after you, but no matter how much I yelled, ’Don’t go, don’t go,’ you never looked back and disappeared."

What a strange twist!

Was this... the cold male lead no longer in vogue, so now playing the part of a tormented second male?

Lan Tian rolled her eyes. Such an act! He could really put on a show!

Catching a glimpse of Lan Tian’s helpless expression out of the corner of his eye, a triumphant smile flashed in Mo Junhua’s eyes. He casually took her hand in his, touched her hand to his face, and the delicate, boneless sensation made Mo Junhua’s heart tremble, involuntarily rubbing against it.

A slight tingling sensation came from her palm, neither painful nor itchy, a strange feeling. Lan Tian turned and saw Mo Junhua with a look of enjoyment, which made her whole body uncomfortable. She forcefully pulled her hand back and wiped it on the bedsheet.

Ignoring the tingling in her palm, her gaze slid towards Mo Junhua’s face, noticing the stubble on his chin, which seemed to have not been shaved for quite some time — no wonder it felt abrasive to the touch.

The atmosphere between the two of them was close, but Lan Tian’s eyes flickered, and she took a step backward, putting distance between them, her gaze landing on his leg, and she nodded her chin, "Aren’t you healed?"

It’s been over a month, why still in a wheelchair? What did that mean?

Mo Junhua is not himself!

This life’s Mo Junhua resembled another person compared to his past life—one extremely cold, the other intensely passionate, like two extremes. She would often wonder whether her past life was just a dream. Every time this thought occurred, the image of her falling down the stairs covered in blood would become vividly frozen before her eyes.

You can’t go back to the past!

She’s no longer the timid Lan Tian from before, who needed to rely on others to survive. Mo Junhua also isn’t the same cold and heartless person, imposing as an insurmountable mountain that people revered and feared.

"I’ve been in a coma for over a year at the hospital without waking up. But once you arrived, it didn’t take long for me to recover. Such an obvious flaw, everyone knows, don’t underestimate others’ wisdom. It’s no different from telling everyone outright that you were the one who cured me."

Lan Tian took a step back, her gaze falling on Mo Junhua’s face. Mo Junhua’s heart sank with her, the damsel was still rejecting his approach. He lowered his eyes, his gaze landing on his knees. It was time to stand up, those people were growing impatient.

"You’ve always disliked trouble, turning your back and leaving whenever it arises," he turned his wheelchair towards the window, his sight following the drifting clouds in the sky, casting a sidelong glance at Lan Tian, "It doesn’t really matter to me, it’s just spending more time in a wheelchair, which isn’t very convenient, just trying to go out less. If I get bored, I read a book or take a nap, but it saves you a lot of trouble, a good deal indeed."

At first glance, his words seemed considerate for her, but upon closer reflection, they were not at all.

Mo Junhua spoke in a calm tone, his expression gentle, recounting his days in the hospital. He wasn’t complaining nor resenting. Anyone who heard him would know that he suffered all these grievances for her. Perhaps the Lan Tian from his past life wouldn’t notice, but having lived once before, she figured out his true intent, looking at him with a semblance of a smile but not quite.

"If I didn’t come for a year, would you have planned to stay in the wheelchair for a year?"

Mo Junhua looked back at her, his deep eyes serene, without a trace of turmoil, and nodded seriously, "You are a doctor, and I am a patient. It’s natural for the patient to follow the doctor’s orders for a quick recovery, especially since..." His words trailed off, Mo Junhua suddenly became bashful, peering at Lan Tian, then averted his eyes to look back out the window, "you are my woman, you wouldn’t harm me."

"..." Lan Tian was struck as if by lightning, her eyes widening in shock, staring at him. Was this the same Mo Junhua who used to strike fear into the hearts of others?

This was the first time Mo Junhua had said something so revealing, akin to a confession, right in front of Lan Tian. There was a slight fever on his face, the tips of his ears burning hot. Fortunately, his darker complexion concealed it, and he felt very uneasy. His gaze stayed on the window, so naturally, Lan Tian didn’t catch onto his embarrassment.

Lan Tian quickly collected herself, her gaze fixated on his face, failing to notice anything amiss. Aside from her heartbeat accelerating, she sighed softly after a long while. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

Yes, in this life, she wouldn’t harm him. On the contrary, she would save him, but her motives for saving him were not pure—because she wanted to obtain virtue from Mo Junhua.

"Where’s Chunhua? I haven’t seen her for so long." Lan Tian walked to the cabinet to pour a cup of tea, sipping slowly.

"Chunhua usually has a lot of free time. She doesn’t have much to do once she’s done applying medicine to me. Recently, the hospital has been busier. Dr. Sun knew that Chunhua was a nurse and had worked at Modu Second Hospital, so he recruited her for help."

Lan Tian pondered briefly and understood; according to her memory, it was about time for the wounded and disabled soldiers from the frontlines to return to their original units. The local Military District Hospital would certainly be busier, which explained why there seemed to be more people as she walked through.

"Dr. Sun? Your attending physician?" She recalled the image of that stern middle-aged doctor and the arrogant, emaciated old man who came with him.

"Each person has their strengths and weaknesses. Everyone has different specialties they excel at. Dr. Sun’s surgical skills are barely adequate. Chunhua can learn something from working with him for a while." Lan Tian had seen Dr. Sun examining Mo Junhua before and found him much more agreeable than that old man.

She hoped their seeking out Chunhua was purely for help.

Medical matters were beyond Mo Junhua’s understanding. If the damsel deemed Dr. Sun to be adequate, it was already a high praise. It’s a good chance for Chunhua to learn from him as well.

"Do you need her for something? She should be back at noon. Is it urgent? If so, I can take you there."

A shadow crossed Mo Junhua’s eyes, flashes of the past with two people in an ox cart flickered before him...

He couldn’t think about it anymore.

Damn it!

Mo Junhua felt a sense of guilt inexplicably, quickly averted his gaze, and took a few deep breaths in an attempt to suppress and calm the impulses inside him.

Lan Tian, of course, was unaware of Mo Junhua’s thoughts. Otherwise, she surely would have slapped him a few times. Noticing his suddenly heavy breathing and his heart pounding as if it would leap from his chest—an abnormal reaction—she tilted her head to look over.

"What’s wrong with you?" Setting down the teacup, she walked over. She certainly did not want the person she had just saved to run into any trouble again. Where else could she find such a generously rewarding patient for her to heal?

Mo Junhua was grappling with another inner demon when coolness spread from his wrist. Looking up, he saw his dark wrist underneath her porcelain-white fingers, the source of the cool sensation.

Lan Tian’s brows were lightly furrowed as her eyes gazed at him. His body under her fingers seemed to grow even hotter, "Why are you so hot? Are you feeling unwell anywhere? Have you had this condition before? Since you’ve woken up..."