Chapter 781
Are You Sick?
A few minutes later, she received a text message on her phone.
Seeing the sender’s name, she paused for a moment.
It was Mo Hua.
Since that day, he had not contacted her. They hadn’t met either, and she thought he would never contact her again in this lifetime…
An Ruo opened the message. It was a simple line from Mo Hua.
[Are you busy now, can we talk?]
An Ruo hesitated, then sent a reply.
[I’m at work now, aren’t you working?]
The reply came quickly. Upon opening it, it read: [Yes, I’m not working today. You go on with your work, I won’t disturb you.]
Putting down her phone, An Ruo continued with her work, but she couldn’t help feeling a bit worried, though she could not say why. She felt like Mo Hua was troubled by something.
From what she knew about him, considering he had not contacted her recently, his sudden message today must have a reason behind it. Knowing his strong personality, he wouldn’t just contact her out of the blue, especially just to chat.
Something must have happened to him, or he was troubled by something.
An Ruo couldn’t focus on her work anymore. She was naturally kind-hearted and couldn’t bear to see anyone in difficulty, let alone Mo Hua, someone to whom she felt forever indebted.
Picking up her phone, she dialed Mo Hua’s number. It rang for a long time before finally being answered.
“Hello, An Ruo?” a hoarse, uncertain male voice came from the other end.
An Ruo immediately knew he was ill, and quite seriously too.
“Mo Hua, what’s wrong with you? Are you sick?” she asked with concern.
“No, just a bit tired. Did you call me for something?” Mo Hua asked her casually.
“Don’t lie to me, are you sick?” An Ruo pressed, and the man had no choice but to laugh resignedly: “Hmm, you caught me.”
“Where are you now, in a hospital?”
…
After hanging up the phone with Mo Hua, An Ruo, clutching her handbag, raced to the hospital. She drove there, but it was noon, and the traffic was heavy. The road was congested all the way.
It took her about forty minutes to finally reach the hospital and find Mo Hua’s ward.
As An Ruo approached the ward, she saw a nurse delivering food, “Mr. Mo, are you sure you don’t want to notify your family to take care of you? You can’t manage on your own. You need someone here for you.”
“Thank you for bringing me the meal. I can manage by myself, please go on with your work,” Mo Hua said politely with a smile.
The nurse shook her head helplessly and walked towards the door. At the same time, Mo Hua saw An Ruo.
Seeing her, he paused momentarily, then flashed a bright, neat smile: “You’re here.”
An Ruo walked in and sat down beside him. Looking at his thin, pale face, she then glanced at the box of food in his hands.
“Why are you only eating now, aren’t you hungry?” she asked, pursing her lips.
The man opened the lid and smiled, “Hmm, not very hungry, but I need to eat something to recover sooner.”
The food in the box was very simple. Mo Hua took a few bites with a spoon, then stopped eating.
“I didn’t expect you would really come to see me,” he said, leaning against the headboard of the bed, smiling at her.
An Ruo’s heart was already uneasy, and his words made her feel even worse.
“How did you get sick?” she asked him. The man replied, “Just a common cold, almost turned into pneumonia, but it’s really nothing serious. I’m actually very healthy.”
His careless tone about himself made An Ruo a bit angry.