Lu Yanshu looked at Mo He with heavy eyes, "You have not recovered from your internal injuries for long. The doctor said that you need to rest for at least a year before you are eligible for donation. Donating hematopoietic stem cells will affect the hematopoietic function, which will lead to anemia, weakness, pale complexion, headache and dizziness. , fatigue, bone pain, and decreased immunity. You should consider it carefully before deciding whether to donate or not, and don’t act out of emotion.”
Mo He said: "I have already considered it. Mo Chen is Enqi's biological brother. I love Enqi and I also want to love all her relatives."
Hearing this, Hua Qinwan seems to have found a savior!
She held Mo He's hand and her voice trembled with excitement, "Thank you, Mo He, thank you! I will do my best to repay you for your great kindness!"
Mo He said quietly: "You don't need to spend all your money, just give me Enqi."
Hua Qinwan, "..."
She felt that Mo He was taking advantage of others.
But thinking about Mo Shen, who had become so thin due to chemotherapy, Hua Qinwan nodded with difficulty, "Okay, I agree."
Lu Yanshu sighed heavily.
I didn't expect things to turn out this way.
It was originally a happy event, but it was cast into a helpless and sad color.
Lu Yanshu picked up his cell phone and called Lu Enqi, "Mo He wants to donate hematopoietic stem cells to Mo Chen. You take him back to our house and ask the chef to make more nutritious food to give him a good supplement."
Lu Enqi held the mobile phone and walked out of the corner of the corridor.
Her big eyes were wet, and her eyelashes were covered with mist. She had obviously been hiding there for a while and eavesdropping.
Lu Enqi walked up to Mo He and put his arms around his waist.
The distress is self-evident.
On one side is her beloved boyfriend, and on the other is her brother who loves her dearly.
The palms and backs of the hands are all flesh.
She didn't know what to do.
After thinking about it, Lu Enqi looked up at Mo He, "If you don't wait any longer, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it after donating your body. My sister donated her body back then and couldn't support her for several years. I'm afraid you won't be able to survive either..."
At the end of her speech, her voice choked up and she couldn't speak any more.
Mo He raised his hand and touched her fluffy hair, "Don't worry, I'm gifted and my physical fitness is much better than ordinary people. I'll be fine. That's your brother, you must save him. He can save it but doesn't. , I can’t bear it in my conscience.”
Lu Enqi had tears in his eyes, but when he heard this, tears burst out of his eyes, "Brother Hehe, are you sent by God to save our family? You used to protect Yifeng, then you saved me, and now you save my brother."
Mo He slid his hand on her slender shoulder and patted her gently, raising the corners of his lips slightly, "That's right. I will accompany you to take care of Uncle Lu and Aunt Qinwan in the future."
Hua Qinwan turned her head, feeling complicated.
The more he behaves like this, the more ashamed she becomes.
She felt that Mo He was no longer the upright and simple young man he used to be.
Nowadays, he has a lot of brains and scheming, and every word contains hidden words that go straight to people's hearts.
Hua Qinwan took Mo He to the attending doctor and signed a consent form for donation surgery.
Because the doctor had to arrange the surgery time for Chu Mochen in advance.
Next, Mo He needs to recuperate, and then according to the operation time, he will be mobilized and then transplanted.
Hua Qinwan was afraid that Su Hua, Gu Beixian, Gu Yifeng, Gu Aoting and others would not agree to Mo He's donation. She was also afraid that Mo He would change his mind midway and let Mo He move to their house directly.
But three female bodyguards were arranged to take turns keeping an eye on Mo He and Lu Enqi in secret.
I'm afraid something will happen between the two of them that shouldn't happen before they get married.
This day, after lunch.
Lu Enqi asked Mo He: "Brother Hehe, tell me what else you need, and I will help you fulfill your wish."
Mo He thought for a while and said, "Draw a picture for me."
Lu Enqi was startled, "Naked?"
Mo He thought for a second, "If you want it, it's not impossible."
Lu Enqi couldn't help but be excited, "Then let's go to the studio on the top floor."
Life has been too hard lately, and it’s rare to have a moment of leisure.
The two came to the studio on the top floor.
The entire floor is a studio, decorated in an artistic atmosphere.
The studio was filled with the faint smell of turpentine.
Mo He was sitting on a brown leather sofa imported from Italy, but he was not naked and only took off his shirt.
Lu Enqi held the paintbrush and stared at Mo He's upper body, his eyes dancing with amazement!
In the past, I either only looked at his back, or I put my hands into his clothes and touched it based on imagination. But this time I looked at it openly and with an artistic eye, so the feeling was naturally different.
Lu Enqi secretly thought that the figure of a martial artist is indeed not something to be underestimated.
Broad shoulders and waist, sexy and perfect muscle lines, thin and firm eight-pack abs extending below the belt, attracting people's imagination.
Coupled with that handsome and three-dimensional face, it exudes thrilling charm!
The strong male hormone makes people's dopamine and adrenaline surge instantly.
How could she still be in the mood to paint?
I just want to push him down on the sofa and do some performance art with him that I have never done before.
That's what she thought, and that's what she did.
Putting down the brush, she slowly walked to Mo He, raised her legs and sat on his lap, put her arms around his neck, and lowered her head to kiss his lips.
Mo He paused and said, "No more painting?"
Lu Enqi took the snow-white millet teeth, bit his sexy and beautiful lips, and said vaguely: "Before painting, you must brew the atmosphere, and the effect of the painting will be better."
She lowered her lips and kissed his chiseled jaw, his sexy Adam's apple, and his shapely collarbone...
I have been troubled by my brother's illness all day long, and I feel depressed and sad. It is rare to steal this moment of indulgence.
Mo He tensed his upper body, tilted his neck back, and warned in a deep voice: "If you keep kissing like this, you will suffer."
"Just eat. Anyway, my mother has approved our relationship."
Mo He felt that this little girl was really brave.
He grabbed her slender waist, pushed her down on the sofa, and looked at her with lowered eyes, "Don't make me angry, you know?"
Lu Enqi lowered his gaze and took a look at his abdominal muscles, "Actually, if you want me now, my mother won't say anything."
"But your mother will settle the scores in the future. I want to be serious with you for the rest of my life. I am not in a hurry for this moment."
Lu Enqi burst into laughter, "How can I, Lu Enqi, be so virtuous? I have never met a man as good as you in this life."
Mo He was about to speak.
There was the sound of unlocking on the studio door.
Then the door was pushed open.
Hua Qinwan walked in with a bowl of soup.
Mo He hurriedly took some clothes and put them on his body.
Lu Enqi also sat up.
Hua Qinwan was not surprised at all by the two men's behavior because she had already seen it from the studio's surveillance camera.
She carried the soup bowl and walked up to Mo He. With a smile on her face, she said: "The doctor said, let you eat more nutritious food. This is the soup made by Yan Shu himself, with various nutrients added, which is the most nutritious." The oil slick on the body has been cleaned away, and it is light, nutritious, and not greasy."
"Thank you, aunt."
Mo He reached out to take the soup bowl, feeling like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, waiting to be fattened and then killed.
But he was willing to be the lamb.
Because of Lu Enqi.
When Mo He finished drinking the soup, Hua Qinwan reminded Lu Enqi: "If you want to draw, draw well. A girl should look like a girl. Be subtle, understand?"
After saying that, she took the soup bowl and turned around to leave.
Lu Enqi spread his hands towards Mo He and sighed helplessly: "My mother's love is so suffocating."
Mo He had never been with his biological mother, and he experienced the rare maternal love from Qin Shu.
Qin Shu's love is completely different from Hua Qinwan's.
Next, when he started painting again, Lu Enqi became much quieter.
Soon, Chu Mochen's surgery was scheduled.
Before the official operation, Mo He needed to get a motivational shot.
The mobilization injection uses a mobilization agent to cultivate excess hematopoietic stem cells in the body, and then extracts the excess hematopoietic stem cells through a blood exchanger and transplants them to Chu Mochen.
After eight injections in four days, his arms were all covered with needle holes. The reason for the injections was that Mo He had headaches, dizziness, weakness in his limbs, nausea, bone pain, and fever symptoms in his body.
Afraid that Lu Enqi would be worried, he held back.
After the extraction of hematopoietic stem cells reached the standard, Mo He began drawing blood and collecting hematopoietic stem cells for more than five hours.
For these five hours, Mo He couldn't move or go to the toilet. He lay straight on the hospital bed.
This is because a needle is inserted into each arm, which injects blood and bleeds at the same time. During the bleeding, the necessary stem cells are left through the shock of the separator, and then the rest are infused back into the body.
After collecting, Mo He felt dizzy, his eyesight turned black, his whole body was weak, his body was heavy and falling, and he felt a sense of emptiness due to lack of blood.
This was the second time in his life that he experienced the feeling of weakness. The first time was when he was saving Lu Enqi, but the kidnapper shot the bulletproof vest in his back with a sniper rifle, causing internal injuries.
Inexplicably, Mo He had a bad feeling.
