CHAPTER 200: CHAPTER 164: EXTRA RELEASE

Zhou Yuwei was in the nurse’s station, chatting and laughing with Cai Mingming. When they saw Lan Tian coming over, Cai Mingming immediately put on a stern face, snorted coldly, and turned her head away, while Zhou Yuwei looked at Lan Tian with a smile.

Lan Tian indifferently turned her head to another nurse and said calmly, "Nurse, the patient has regained consciousness, hurry and notify the doctor to come over." She then turned and walked away.

Who has woken up?

It was as if thunder exploded in her mind, everything went blank, and a buzzing sound echoed in Zhou Yuwei’s ears. She stood there dazed, her expression dull and wooden, awkwardly turning her body like a marionette, stupidly asking Cai Mingming, "Who did she say woke up? Who did she say woke up?"

Suddenly grabbing Cai Mingming by the collar, she started to shout loudly.

The nurse was also stunned by the news. Cai Mingming, being choked by her collar, could barely breathe and her face turned red. She frantically slapped away Zhou Yuwei’s hands, but seeing Zhou Yuwei’s crazed, menacing gaze, she spoke out fearfully and uncertainly, "It seems Camp Commander Mo has woken up, it’s Camp Commander Mo who has woken up."

The nurse finally snapped out of it and let out a scream, running out and shouting as she went, "Doctor, doctor, the patient in room 236 has woken up."

Zhou Yuwei suddenly let go, collapsing onto the chair behind her, her eyes empty and devoid of spirit. Cai Mingming didn’t care about Zhou Yuwei anymore, feeling as if she had just made a round trip to King Yan’s doorstep. She quietly backed away a few steps from Zhou Yuwei, touching her neck still frightened, as the Zhou Yuwei from moments ago was terrifying. At that moment she felt like Zhou Yuwei was going to strangle her to death.

Suddenly, Zhou Yuwei stood up, startling Cai Mingming who stared at her wide-eyed, on guard for if she suddenly came over to grab her, but instead she saw her running madly toward Camp Commander Mo’s ward.

Hearing the footsteps getting closer outside the door, Mo Junhua tilted his head towards the doorway. Into his field of vision came that increasingly refined and proud, cold and noble young lady, strolling in leisurely.

Having not seen her for years, the young lady had become even more radiant and dazzling. In her brows and eyes, Mo Junhua could faintly see the likeness of her childhood self, remembering her at six years old, chubby and round-faced, and he blurted out, "Baby."

Upon hearing this name, Lan Tian immediately darkened her expression but then she raised her eyebrows, her lips curling into a bewitching smile. Her eyes shimmered enchantingly, her brilliant pupils shattering the starlight, captivating Mo Junhua.

Lan Tian tilted her head and blinked her eyes, swaying her lithe waist, slowly approaching Mo Junhua’s bed. She leaned down, coming closer, stopping just two centimeters from Mo Junhua’s lips, a glint of cold light flashing deep in her eyes. She slipped her hand under the covers and grabbed his inner thigh, twisting it around three hundred sixty degrees with force.

"What did you just call me? Huh?" Her tone was calm as she squinted at Mo Junhua’s lips, full of amusement, and then vigorously twisted the flesh on his thigh again.

She said coldly, "I didn’t hear clearly, could you call me that again?"

Breath fragrant as orchids, the delicate scent of camellias surrounded them, as if feathers tickling at the heart, causing a numbing sensation.

Mo Junhua lowered his gaze to her tempting, parting red lips, the darkness in his eyes deepened, and his Adam’s apple bobbed.

He really wanted to take a bite, to taste the flavor, and see if it was as he had imagined. It was a pity he was powerless to do so.

"You misunderstood, girl." A knife hangs above the character for lust, the ancients were not deceiving me.

Mo Junhua experienced pain yet pleasure, his flesh aching to the bone, cold sweat forming on his forehead, yet his heart was filled with joy. Perversely, he enjoyed this feeling, reveling in it.

Mo Junhua felt that he was sick, and seriously so, poisoned by something called ’Lan Tian’, the poison reaching deep into his bones, incurable. Mo Junhua didn’t want to be cured and was willing to indulge in it.

With her back to the door, Lan Tian leaned close to Mo Junhua, the two faces less than two centimeters apart, from the angle of the doorway, it appeared as if the two were kissing.

Zhou Yuwei, who was catching up from behind, felt like she had been struck by lightning, frozen in place.

Lan Tian’s lips curved into a smile as he rose slowly. Divine Sense was so convenient, an essential Divine Artifact for secretly observing and launching surprise attacks.

In such a situation, she should turn around and leave, Zhou Yuwei thought. Lan Tian was Mo Junhua’s wife, the two were lawfully wedded, and a bit of intimacy was not a problem.

Her feet felt as heavy as lead, unable to lift. Her eyes seemed to be smeared with something, blurring her vision of the scene ahead, and her heart was in such pain!

Zhou Yuwei moved forward as if she was contemplating, her feet as heavy as if weighted down with lead, taking one step at a time. She didn’t know what she wanted to see.

Lan Tian’s eyes curved. She couldn’t handle this? Compared to the past life’s misery she had inflicted on her, this bit of love pain was nothing.

"Camp Commander Mo... you’re awake, that’s really great." Zhou Yuwei forced a smile, uglier than crying, biting her lip, looking helplessly sad as she turned towards Mo Junhua.

Mo Junhua was awakened by the anger caused by Lan Tian, and just had another round of turmoil with Lan Tian. As his anger dissipated, he instantly felt languid and sleepy.

Before he fell into a drowsy sleep, his hand firmly grasped Lan Tian’s, not letting go. The girl was too worrisome, only at ease with someone by her side. His whole heart was focused on Lan Tian, not even noticing Zhou Yuwei.

Zhou Yuwei stood stunned, Mo Junhua actually ignored her, her eyes slowly reddening, gaze falling on the hands they held together, her fists clenched tightly at her sides, a flash of resentment in her eyes.

Lan Tian caught a glimpse of Zhou Yuwei’s twisted face from the corner of her eye, and her lips curled up in a smile.

How much more can she fall? What to do? Where was the transcendent purity, the desireless state, the ethereal demeanor of a Cultivator?

But then again, why does tormenting Bai Lianhua feel so good?

Oh dear, how naughty.

While Zhou Yuwei was still wallowing in sorrow, the doorway was suddenly flooded with a group of people, led by a middle-aged male attending physician, who was carefully supporting an elderly man as they entered, followed by a large group of doctors and nurses.

That nurse was quite efficient, Lan Tian thought, eyeing the panting nurse amidst the crowd, a flicker of amusement in her gaze.

"When did he wake up? What are the symptoms? Who discovered it?" As the elderly man entered, he shrugged off the doctors supporting him, striding energetically to Mo Junhua’s bedside. He fired off a series of questions, immediately inspecting Mo Junhua.

The middle-aged male doctor, helpless, followed closely beside the elder, and upon hearing the elder’s questions, his gaze reflexively shifted to Lan Tian.

"Teacher, what do you see?"

The elder glanced at the middle-aged male doctor, then circled Mo Junhua. He didn’t find the cause, stroking his white beard in thought and feeling Mo Junhua’s pulse with a serious expression.

Seeing this, everyone in the room held their breath, their breathing softer, with all eyes on the elder. Zhou Yuwei, without realizing when, stood outside the crowd, her brows furrowed, eyes closed, lost in thought.

Chu Yang was also among the crowd, hands in pockets, with a sideways glance at Zhou Yuwei on the outskirts, seemingly inadvertently glancing towards Lan Tian, his peripheral vision sweeping over Mo Junhua on the bed, and finally resting on the elder.