Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1040 - 1038: Lin Fan Must Be Killed!

"Uh... this..."

Mo Chen looked troubled and sought Lin Fan's opinion.

He thought Lin Fan wouldn't agree to such a request.

Sharing a room would be like pouring salt on Mo Yunsheng's wounds, only angering him further.

But surprisingly.

"Clan Leader, let's do as Qiong'er says."

"Ah?!"

Mo Chen's mouth gaped wide, his facial muscles twitching awkwardly.

Mo Ningxiang's eyes flickered with an uncomfortably sour feeling.

Unexpectedly, Lin Fan turned out to be this kind of person...

She sneaked a glance at Lin Fan and saw him looking dotingly at Su Qiong, smiling gently.

Her heart felt like it was hit, her body quivering slightly.

A feeling never experienced before.

Jealousy.

Pain.

Envy.

"Ningxiang, what's wrong?"

Diwu Yun'er's voice seemed to come from far away, drifting lightly.

Mo Ningxiang suddenly moved, snapping back to reality.

"No, nothing..."

Her eyes lost their usual sparkle, dazed and lowering her head to avoid everyone's gaze.

"Ningxiang?"

Mo Chen also noticed something was wrong with Mo Ningxiang and was about to ask.

"Father, I'm a bit tired, I'll head back first. Later... I'll go check on Mother..."

Mo Ningxiang bit her lip lightly, her voice as soft as a mosquito.

She hurriedly left a sentence, fleeing in panic.

"Clan Leader, I'll go check on her."

Diwu Yun'er said, glanced at Lin Fan, and followed.

Mo Chen frowned slightly, watching Mo Ningxiang leave.

"Young Master Lin, sorry about that. My daughter must be a bit tired, please forgive her."

"It's alright."

Lin Fan watched Mo Ningxiang's departing figure, deeply furrowing his brows.

The night was deep.

Mo Chen arranged everything and then left.

The large room was now left with only Lin Fan and Su Qiong.

The room was a suite.

Two rooms and one living room, lavishly decorated with carved dragons and phoenixes, luxuriously grand.

It was evidently for entertaining distinguished guests, likely those of Heavenly Venerate rank or higher.

Yet this time, it was for him, a Third Rank Saint Emperor, showing Mo Chen's high regard.

Mo Chen, however, was an old fox and had thought ahead.

He arranged the room into two bedrooms.

The intention was clear.

The atmosphere in the room became somewhat awkward.

No one spoke.

The two sat silently on the sofa in the living room, speechless.

For a long time.

"Why don't we rest first?" Lin Fan took the initiative.

"Um..." Su Qiong lowered her head, fiddling with her fingers.

She responded, but didn't move.

"Lin Fan, brother, are you?"

Su Qiong began a sentence, but stopped abruptly.

"What is it?" Lin Fan wondered.

"No, nothing..." Su Qiong smiled sweetly, yet there was a hint of an indiscernible bitterness, "Lin Fan, brother, I'll go rest first."

Su Qiong hurriedly stood up and walked into the left bedroom.

Lin Fan didn't move, and once Su Qiong closed the door, he sighed lightly.

The situation had become extraordinarily complex.

Mo Ningxiang, Diwu Yun'er, Su Qiong...

He thought to himself, his mind tangled with countless thoughts that he couldn't unravel.

What to do?

Lin Fan lay on the sofa, looking up at the ceiling.

...

On the other side.

Mo Yunsheng finally awoke from unconsciousness.

His last memory was the roar of a tiger echoing in his mind.

After that, everything went black, and he couldn't remember what had happened.

"Ow... my head hurts... my face hurts too... where is this?"

Mo Yunsheng forced himself to sit up, touched his face, feeling slightly swollen.

"Damn it! Who hit me?! So hard?! Damn it!"

No impression at all... he was holding Su Qiong, heard a tiger roar... then...

Memory loss!

Mo Yunsheng hurriedly looked around, trying to see where he was, and saw Mo Hai lying on a bed next to him.

He frowned slightly, feeling it strange. Why was his father also lying here? Could he have gotten too tired taking care of him and fallen asleep?

"Father?"

He called out but got no response.

"Father? Are you asleep? Father?!"

Mo Yunsheng raised his voice, calling urgently twice.

Mo Hai still did not react.

He didn't know that after he passed out, Mo Hai had also been knocked out by Lin Fan.

Mo Yunsheng was really panicked now!

Ignoring the splitting headache and weakness, he turned over to get out of bed.

"Young Master! Young Master, how can you get out of bed?! Please, lie down..."

A servant carrying food happened to walk in.

Seeing Mo Yunsheng trying to get out of bed, the servant got scared to death, hurriedly dropped the tray on the table, and rushed to support Mo Yunsheng's wavering body.

"What's going on?! What's wrong with my father?" Mo Yunsheng pointed at Mo Hai, urgently asked.

"No need to worry, Young Master, the master has only temporarily fainted, his body is not seriously injured."

"Fainted?"

Mo Yunsheng was puzzled.

He didn't even know why he himself passed out, why his father suddenly fainted?

"What exactly happened?"

"This..."

The servant looked troubled, stammering.

It wasn't that he didn't know, but he was worried about Mo Yunsheng's health. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

If he learned about it, he might get sick from anger.

Thus, he avoided Mo Yunsheng's aggressive gaze, shrinking his head and remaining silent.

Mo Yunsheng's gaze suddenly turned sharp, he grabbed the servant's neck, lifting him off the ground, glaring coldly and strangely.

"What happened exactly?! Tell me quickly! Otherwise, I'll cut off your tongue, and you'll never speak again!"

The servant's feet hung in the air, his heart racing, his expression twisted.

Instinctively, he wanted to kneel, but being strangled by Mo Yunsheng, he could only struggle his limbs like a turtle.

"Speak... speak... I'll speak... I'll speak..."

"Hmph!"

Mo Yunsheng tossed him like trash onto the ground.

The servant knelt, his forehead touching the floor, not daring to look up.

"It... it was Lin Fan..."

"Freaking knew it was him!"

The servant told Mo Yunsheng everything that happened in the main hall.

Mo Yunsheng listened, growing more shocked, more overwhelmed.

Unexpectedly, so much had happened after he fainted!

"My father fainted, huh? Because of Lin Fan?"

"Yes..."

"Lin Fan has become the clan leader's benefactor?"

"Yes..."

"And Su Qiong?!"

"She and... she..."

The servant's pupils enlarged suddenly, swallowed the half-said words.

Almost let it slip!

Mo Chen issued a strict order, anyone daring to leak information, execution without mercy!

So close... so close...

As he rejoiced at not speaking recklessly.

He suddenly felt his body lift like a chick.

A hand strangled his neck.

Fingernails dug into the flesh, faintly hurting.

In front.

Mo Yunsheng grinned eerily.

Opening a bloody mouth!

Strange.

Terrifying.

Evil.

Mad.

Laughter!

"Hehe—hahaha—"

"Su, Su Su Su Qiong... is... is in Lin Fan's kid's room... tonight... they're staying..."

The servant stammered, cared not for Mo Chen's strict order!

If not said, he would die now, immediately!

Staying?!

In one room?!

Mo Yunsheng's pupils enlarged suddenly, his expression malevolent and frenzied.

Rage erupted!

Eyes suddenly blood-red!

A slight flick of the wrist.

Bam!

The servant exploded!

Blood splattered!

Mo Yunsheng's face.

Streams of fresh blood flowed down.

Tonight.

Lin Fan must be killed!