Master Mo, Your Wife’s Multiple Identities Are Online Again

Chapter 8

Call Me Uncle?

Under the moonlight, Su Yuan lowered her head to check. She confirmed that it was a dislocation and that the wound was not deep.

She lifted her head and looked at Mo Ting. “Uncle, you should be able to contact the others, right? In the wild, the smell of blood might attract beasts.”

Mo Ting was a little stunned before he asked in anger, “What did you just call me? Uncle?”

“Yeah, is there a problem?” Su Yuan shrugged her shoulders and looked at him innocently.

Seeing her like this, Mo Ting let out a couple of violent coughs and said through gritted teeth, “Cough, cough, I’m not as old as you think!”

Of course, Su Yuan knew that he was only 28 years old. She had called him that on purpose.

“Huh? I’m 18 this year, how old are you?” Su Yuan replied. Then, she blinked her big eyes and stared straight at him, as if waiting for an answer.

18? Mo Ting was a little surprised as his lips twitched.

He was 28 years old, 10 years older than her. Even though calling him ‘uncle’ made sense, Mo Ting was still a little depressed.

Su Yuan did not continue to ask, but smiled and said, “Uncle, your leg is dislocated. I’ll reattach it for you now.”

As soon as her words left her mouth, a pair of fair hands grabbed onto his calf. The warm feeling on his leg once again attacked Mo Ting’s senses. But, before he could react, he heard two ‘ka ka’ sounds from his calf.

“Hmph…!” Mo Ting let out a muffled groan as beads of sweat started to form on his forehead.

Su Yuan did not care about his reaction. She pressed him down on the ground and quickly unbuckled his belt.

“You!” Mo Ting had not recovered from the pain, he only managed to squeeze out one word in anger.

Su Yuan removed her belt and took out a tree branch. She smiled and said, “Uncle, don’t think about those things at a time like this.”

After a pause, she continued. “If you really can’t do it, I’ll hide further away after the treatment. I’ll give you enough space. You can do whatever you want.”

Mo Ting’s nerves began to race as he broke out in a cold sweat. He gritted his teeth and said, “Get lost!”

Su Yuan’s lips curled up. She stuck the branch to his calf and tied it with a belt. After securing it, she smiled and said, “I can only help you this much. uncle, I think you should quickly contact the outside world. Otherwise, if your leg really is crippled, it will affect your future life. And…uncle, there’s no one here. I’m a little scared.” Su Yuan even hugged her arms, pretending to be afraid.

Scared? Mo Ting’s lips twitched. This little girl had just fought with the scar-faced man in the car and had even tried to snatch his gun away. How could someone like her be afraid? Even if he had jumped out of the car and hit his head on a rock, he would not believe it!

However, he was really unlucky today. He had been kidnapped on purpose to rape the person next to him, but he did not expect to meet this little girl.

Mo Ting furrowed his brows in regret. He let out a deep breath and lifted his wrist to reveal his watch. He then tapped on the clock three times.

Su Yuan looked at him in confusion, not understanding what he was doing.

Ten minutes later, she understood.

There was a roar in the air. She looked up and saw a helicopter slowly approaching from the distance.

…

Su Yuan regained consciousness. Before she opened her eyes, she could smell something that she hated the most. It was the smell of disinfectant.

In her previous life, in the last moments of her life, this smell had always filled her nose.

She did not want to open her eyes, afraid that she would return to the place where she had died.

However, when she turned over and wanted to continue sleeping, the soft touch under her body pulled her back to reality. She was…

She suddenly opened her eyes, and the warm sunlight shone on her face through the glass. She then looked at the surrounding scenery.

This was a ward, but it was definitely not a ward in the prison hospital.

Su Yuan heaved a sigh of relief and slowly propped herself up. Only then did she realize that she was wearing a patient’s gown. Upon closer inspection, the words ‘A City First People’s Hospital’ were printed on it.

She was stunned for a moment before she remembered what had happened. Last night, Mo Ting had called for a helicopter. As soon as she saw that help had arrived, she relaxed and she had actually fainted.

Too many things had happened yesterday, and all kinds of images were replaying in her mind like a movie. She shook her head and suddenly reached out to touch her face. It was smooth and delicate to the touch.

She looked down at her hands. they were slender and white. Although there were some scratches from yesterday’s torture, they were still beautiful.

There were no terrifying grayish-black nails, nor were there any curved and ugly knife wounds.

These were her hands, a pair of hands that had not been destroyed.