Gu Beixian did not send the photo to Lu Enqi, but called Lu Ning to ask for Mo He's address.
Because there are two doubts.
In the surveillance camera, Mo He's figure was much thinner than usual.
Furthermore, Mo He never wears a hat, not even in winter, but in the surveillance footage, he comes in and out with a black hat on his head.
This is summer, very unusual.
Gu Beixian wanted to take a look at Mo He.
Mo He is Mo He first, his family, and Lu Enqi's boyfriend second.
Arrange things in the company.
Early the next morning, at dawn, Gu Beixian took his assistant and bodyguard and boarded a plane looking for Mo He.
A flight of over two hours.
After getting off the plane, Gu Beixian and his party took a car and arrived at the hotel where Mo He stayed.
The assistant knocks on the door.
To everyone's surprise, the person who opened the door was a young woman, in her twenties or seventies.
The woman is simply dressed and tall.
She has a long face, long eyebrows, and a high bridge of nose. She has a clear and intellectual face, with no makeup on her face. Her long straight black hair is tied behind her head, neatly and meticulously styled.
Gu Beixian quickly recognized that she was the woman who appeared at the door of Mo He's room carrying a thermos bucket.
Gu Beixian said politely: "Hello, I'm looking for Mo He."
Huangfuchan asked: "Who are you?"
"Gu Beixian, Mo He's brother, comes from Kyoto."
Mo He, who was lying on the bed getting an acupuncture, heard Gu Beixian's voice and quickly pulled out the acupuncture on his head, grabbed the hat on the bedside table and put it on his head, and then pulled out the acupuncture on his back and legs...
Gu Beixian has already walked in.
Mo He stopped pulling out the needle, his pale face was stunned, his beautiful starry eyes stared at Gu Beixian motionlessly, with mixed feelings in his heart.
Gu Beixian walked to the bed.
His dark eyes were staring at Mo He calmly. Gu Beixian's face was calm, but deep in his heart, he was turbulent, mixed with bursts of sadness.
After not seeing each other for more than ten days, Mo He was very thin, even thinner than he looked on the surveillance camera.
There is only a thin layer of skin left on the cheeks, and the line of the chin is as sharp as a knife.
Make facial features more three-dimensional.
Gu Beixian was so distressed that he couldn't express it. When he spoke, his voice was hard, "Why are you so thin? You didn't take the supplements that Yifeng brought you last time?"
Seeing that he couldn't hide it any longer, Mo He had no choice but to say: "I'm not getting enough. I've been taking traditional Chinese medicine recently. It will conflict with those tonic supplements, so I'm going to stop it."
Gu Beixian looked at Huangfuchan, "Are you his doctor?"
Huangfuchan smiled, "Yes, our family's ancestral Chinese medicine is real Chinese medicine, not the kind that sells dog-skin plasters on the street."
She took out her business card from her bag and handed it to Gu Beixian, "You can call me if you need anything. My ancestor is Huang Fumi, the originator of acupuncture."
Gu Beixian reached out to take the business card and glanced down at it.
A doctor indeed.
The seven characters "Huangfu Family Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic" lie on the antique business card paper.
Gu Beixian secretly rejoiced that he was here, otherwise the misunderstanding would have been huge.
Looking back and glancing at Mo He, Gu Beixian looked at him and the bed carefully, and suddenly glanced at the white pillows in the hotel, which seemed to have a few strands of white hair.
If you look closely, you will see that the hair is indeed white.
The white hair is the same color as the pillow, but if you have a rough heart, you will ignore it.
Gu Beixian's eyes fell to the hat on Mo He's head.
Understood.
This guy's hair is white!
Afraid that everyone would be worried, or to be precise, he was afraid that Lu Enqi would be worried, so he hid here alone to treat his illness.
Gu Beixian wanted to scold him for being stupid, but felt sorry for him at the same time.
People who are too sensible are always lovable.
Gu Beixian said in a deep voice: "Take good care of yourself, don't worry, I won't tell Enqi."
Mo He's tense pale face relaxed slightly, and his heart dropped back into his chest, fearing that Gu Beixian would tell Lu Enqi.
Lu Enqi rushed over after hearing the news, and would definitely be disappointed when he saw his haggard appearance.
After all, what she loves most is his face.
Gu Beixian raised his wrist and looked at his watch, "You continue to inject acupuncture. My assistant booked a room for me. I'm going to change clothes and rest for a while. When you finish the acupuncture, we'll go out to eat."
Mo He responded and said, "Don't tell Uncle Lu and Yifeng. If Yifeng knows, Enqi will know too."
Gu Beixian secretly thought, this guy knows his apprentice very well.
He curled his lips slightly and said, "Okay."
After Gu Beixian left, Huangfuchan sterilized the needle that Mo He had pulled out, inserted it into him again, lit the moxa stick, and gave him moxibustion.
Mo He raised his hand and gently stroked the white hair hanging down his shoulders, and asked, "Doctor, can I dye my hair?"
Huangfu Chan put on a straight face and said in a serious tone: "No. Hair dyes contain many chemical ingredients. Your body is already weak, with a deficiency of Qi and blood, low immunity, and disordered meridians. If you dye your hair at this time, the chemical dye will invade along the hair follicles. Your scalp and blood will damage your meridians, causing various diseases, adding insult to injury. There is still a glimmer of hope for a cure, but if you dye your hair at this time, you will have to rely on hair dye for the rest of your life. It will be a small matter if you dye your hair for the rest of your life. Illness is a big deal.”
Mo He pursed his lips and said nothing.
After getting the needle, Mo He rested for a while.
Gu Beixian came to take him to a nearby Chinese restaurant for dinner.
Huangfuchan left on the pretext that there were still patients.
Noon is meal time.
The restaurant was very lively, but Mo He was very quiet. He sat there with chopsticks, picking up very little food and eating very little, looking lonely and thinking.
Gu Beixian suddenly felt that he had become the young man who first came to his home again.
Lonely and helpless.
The only difference is that the young man back then was funny and funny, he would cry when his heart hurt, he would make things difficult for others in order to achieve his goals, and he didn't think much about others.
Today, Mo He only thinks about others and silently swallows all the bitter consequences.
I won’t cry again if my heart hurts, let alone talk about it.
Gu Beixian used serving chopsticks to pick up food for him.
Mo He raised his lips slightly at him, "Brother Xian, you can eat it yourself and don't worry about me. I took too much supplements in the past few days and my stomach is a bit greasy."
Gu Beixian felt guilty, "I should have found a Chinese medicine practitioner to adjust your condition at that time instead of just giving you a lot of supplements."
"I don't blame you, I blame me for being too impatient and doing my exercises without permission, which damaged my meridians."
After dinner.
Gu Beixian asked his bodyguard to send Mo He back to rest.
He followed the business card given by Huangfu Chan and came to Huangfu's traditional Chinese medicine clinic.
There are many people queuing up for consultation, which shows that Huangfu Chan is not a quack doctor.
Gu Beixian asked his assistant to find nearby people and inquire about this traditional Chinese medicine clinic, which indeed had a century-old history of practicing medicine.
Come to the second floor of the medical center.
Gu Beixian saw Huangfu Chan and said, "Please ask Miss Huangfu to help recuperate Mo He's body. He is my family member and is very important to us."
The assistant opened the black password box in his hand and pushed it in front of Huangfuchan.
The pink bills emitted a gentle light in the lockbox.
At least it costs a million.
No one can resist the temptation of pink.
Huangfu Chan smiled and shook his head, pushed the lockbox back, straightened his posture and said, "Mo He's master, Taoist Priest Mo Xuan, was kind to our Huangfu family during his lifetime. My grandfather and the others always wanted to repay Taoist Priest's kindness, but they had no chance. Now that Mo He is here to treat patients, it is a good opportunity for us to repay our kindness. How can we collect money from you? It is easy to repay the money we owe, but it is difficult to repay the debt of favor. We must repay this debt of favor, and we will not take the money."
Gu Beixian narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at her for a moment.
When I first met her, I didn’t know much about her.
But from this few words, it can be inferred that she is not a person with bad intentions, at least she will not harm Mo He.
