Chapter 3#
Donation#
The doctor left the ward after finishing the examination. Mo Xuzhi leaned against the hospital bed and looked up at Xue Feng, who was sitting by the bed. For someone who was supposed to be sickly, his posture carried an inexplicably lazy air.
It was as if he didn’t care about anything.
Sunlight spilled over Mo Xuzhi in layers, surrounding him with a halo of light.
However, this warm light was abruptly blocked outside Mo Xuzhi’s pupils, unable to shine into his eyes at all.
This Mo Xuzhi felt somewhat foreign to Xue Feng.
His eyes should be full of desire, constantly filled with the light of calculation.
He suddenly forgot the words he had prepared earlier, and his tone unconsciously softened, carrying a tenderness he hadn’t even noticed himself:
“Speak, why did you run out of the hospital, and how did you end up like this?”
“Xue Feng, Shen… Shen Le is back, isn’t he?” Mo Xuzhi blinked slowly, answering with an unrelated question.
Xue Feng stood up instantly. He looked at the youth whose eyes had already turned red, frowned, and pulled out a cigarette, but he only held it between two fingers without lighting it.
“…Get some rest.”
Xue Feng stood there for a while, left those words, and departed. He seemed to no longer care about Mo Xuzhi’s affairs at all, leaving swiftly and decisively.
Only his footsteps were slightly hurried.
Mo Xuzhi turned his head, a look of realization appearing on his face.
The “White Moonlight” method is truly great.
Whenever encountered with a question one doesn’t want to answer or is too lazy to answer, just invoking the “White Moonlight” can make someone shut up in a second.
When Xue Feng went out, the ward door wasn’t closed tightly. Now, blown by the wind, it swung open even wider. Passersby only needed to glance inside to see the lonely-looking youth lying on the bed.
Nurses passing by and stealing a glance inside felt their hearts suddenly tighten, feeling incredibly sorry for him, wondering how such a weak person could have no one to take care of him.
As the sunlight moved slowly, a few pieces of fruit appeared by Mo Xuzhi’s bedside.
Feeling that Xue Feng was probably far enough away, Mo “Lonely Expression” Xuzhi lightly hooked his finger, slowly propped himself up to sit, and inhaled while getting out of bed while supporting himself by the bed frame.
He pretended to get out of bed to find water on the cabinet by the door, but in reality, he quietly extended his right foot—
Click.
The door was pushed by his slipper, turned slowly, and finally closed successfully under Mo Xuzhi’s eager gaze.
Success.
Mo Xuzhi put down the water glass used for pretense, took his phone from the table, and slowly returned to lying on the bed.
Opening WeChat and scanning briefly, he found a dozen unread messages.
Some were from his manager, some were from others he couldn’t quite remember, and among them were one or two awkward, essay-like confessions.
Mo Xuzhi smiled slightly, his light-colored eyes reflecting the glowing screen without any ripple.
He wasn’t mocking these people; he just found it quite unexpected.
Even in his current state, there were actually people who dared to like him.
That’s nice.
Thinking this, Mo Xuzhi’s thin and slender fingers swiped a few times on the screen; his movements for blocking and deleting were exceptionally smooth.
At such a time, one should have a firm and strong attitude, leaving no room for the other party to have any lingering thoughts.
Since they dared to like him, he shouldn’t waste their time.
It’s a pity for young people with bright futures to fall for him.
Mo Xuzhi returned to the message interface and swiped again. Finding nothing urgent and not being in a particularly good mood, he simply left them on “read” without replying, then opened a certain “green software.”
The green software was called “Ajiang Literature City,” which Mo Xuzhi had accidentally seen while scrolling through anti-fans’ comments.
Ajiang Literature City was very inclusive, featuring literary works of all genres and themes. Mo Xuzhi had looked around at that time and felt it would be quite suitable for him.
Suitable for placing an insignificant little story in the vast sea of books.
So he became an author there.
It turned out Mo Xuzhi’s decision was correct. This small comment section in Ajiang Literature City had become a source of joy for him.
Picking a few cute-looking comments to reply to, Mo Xuzhi raised an eyebrow, his mood much improved. He put down his phone to rest on the bed.
Just then, a nurse knocked on the door, saying she was coming in to change his dressing.
Stuffing his phone under his pillow, Mo Xuzhi used a raspy voice to let the nurse in.
The nurse was very professional, didn’t talk much, and moved quickly. The dressing change went much more smoothly than Mo Xuzhi had imagined. “…After this, I will come to change your dressing every two hours. I hope you don’t do anything that might irritate the wound during this time.”
While instructing Mo Xuzhi, the nurse didn’t stop her hands, quickly packing up to leave the ward.
“Mm.”
Mo Xuzhi leaned against the pillow, dots of crystal sweat on his forehead, responding weakly.
The nurse moved quickly, yes, but nevertheless, it was extremely painful.
“Um…”
Just as Mo Xuzhi was about to speak, his wound suddenly throbbed, and he reflexively bit his lower lip.
Seeing the reddened lips of the person lying on the bed, a flash of amazement crossed the nurse’s eyes. She stopped her cart and immediately turned back to Mo Xuzhi’s bedside.
“What is it? Does the wound hurt, or is it something else? Bear with it, I’ll check the wound for you.”
“No, it’s fine.” Mo Xuzhi stopped the nurse’s hand as she was about to undo the bandage. “My breathing was uneven, and I bit my tongue.”
The nurse still wanted to check the wound.
Mo Xuzhi refused three times.
“If you feel uncomfortable, press that red bell by the bed. I’ll come over immediately.”
In the end, the nurse couldn’t win against Mo Xuzhi. After giving another instruction, she packed up her things and looked back twice, leaving hesitantly.
Mo Xuzhi rubbed his slightly messy hair, finally remembering that he had wanted to ask the nurse a question. He reached out and called her again:
“How is the person who was with me? Is he awake now?”
Nurse: “His body is still very weak, but he’s in no danger. He woke up earlier and wanted to see you, but hearing you were still asleep, he didn’t come. I just heard from other nurses that he’s gone back to sleep.”
It’s good that he’s okay.
Otherwise, his wound would have reopened for nothing.
“Thanks.” Mo Xuzhi thanked her with a smile. As his eyelashes fluttered, a small mole hidden beneath them appeared faintly.
“N-No problem!”
The nurse clutched her heart and left.
Mo Xuzhi didn’t think much of it. After confirming the nurse was truly gone, he expressionlessly pulled several tissues from the box by the bed and coughed a few times in a suppressed voice.
The large, striking blood-red stain on the snow-white paper made one’s eyes swell. As if he hadn’t seen it, Mo Xuzhi crumpled the tissue into a ball and threw it casually into the trash can.
Then he pulled out his phone and leaned crookedly on the bed like a big boss, his hair messed up by himself.
Mo Xuzhi rolled up his sleeves and took a towel from the bedside to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
The room returned to silence, with only the equipment by the bed emitting occasional “beeps.”
Mo Xuzhi was now scrolling through Weibo.
Right now, the trending searches were almost entirely taken over by [Famous Movie Star’s Relationship Exposed], leaving only [Du Minsheng’s New Song] stubbornly staying in the top five.
Mo Xuzhi knew this famous movie star, and he also knew the other protagonist in the photo.
These two were Luo Wenyun and Shen Le. The former was a Grand Slam movie star and one of the novel’s main stock options, and the latter was the novel’s protagonist. In the photo, Luo Wenyun’s face was captured clearly, while Shen Le’s face looked a bit blurry. Luo Wenyun was supporting Shen Le’s arm, his expression looking very worried.
The photo background was a hotel lobby.
And so, Weibo exploded.
Mo Xuzhi scrolled through the comments, leisurely eating melons (spectating).
…As he ate, he found the melon was no longer sweet.
As he ate, he found that he himself had become one of the melons.
Shen Le’s face in the photo was a bit blurry, but the general outline of his features could be seen clearly.
So netizens began to investigate one by one, analyzing “rationally” (blindly), synthesizing and organizing, and reaching a conclusion—
There is only one truth!
That person is Mo Xuzhi!
Mo Xuzhi: “…”
Mo Xuzhi typed quickly to prove his innocence. After typing, he also selected [Comment and Repost].
[Are You Stupid Hahaha: MXZ really has something going on with Brother Yun. Please stop clinging to Brother, isn’t it good to just film properly?]
[Wuzhi replies to Are You Stupid Hahaha: Thanks for the invite. I’m in the hospital, just came out of the bathroom. It has nothing to do with me.]
This destined trending search for Luo Wenyun and Shen Le was an important turning point in the novel. Shen Le, who had just returned to the country, would successfully make a name for himself online through this search, smoothly enter the entertainment industry, and pave the way for his subsequent explosion in popularity.
Mo Xuzhi couldn’t possibly displace Shen Le at this juncture; an explanation was very necessary.
Shortly after the comment was posted, Mo Xuzhi’s phone started ringing and dinging.
Mo Xuzhi thought the movie star’s traffic was truly massive. He conveniently reopened the comment section. [Are You Stupid Hahaha replies to Wuzhi: ???]
Mo Xuzhi raised an eyebrow.
What does “???” mean? Didn’t understand?
Just as Mo Xuzhi was about to provide further explanation to this netizen who seemingly didn’t have a very functional brain, his finger slipped slightly, and he saw several comments below:
[Wuzhizhi Is My Wife replies to Wuzhi: Great Author, why are you here??? No, Great Author, why are you in the hospital?]
[Unrelated Passerby B replies to Wuzhi: Account hacked? Blink if you’ve been hacked.]
[Fighting Saint Girl: The Great Author, who hasn’t posted on Weibo for a hundred years, has finally posted, but talked about someone else’s business. Ah, a few more leaves have fallen from the tree outside. Maybe this is life… Cang Sang lighting a cigarette.JPG]
Mo Xuzhi: “…”
Mo Xuzhi fell into deep thought looking at the two large red characters “Wuzhi.”
Sorry to that netizen; the netizen’s brain was normal—it was his brain that had a problem.
He had switched to the wrong account. The account he was currently logged into was the author account he had opened at his editor’s request.
Mo Xuzhi rubbed his hair vigorously. Seeing that not many people had noticed this Weibo post yet, he simply deleted it.
His Weibo followers weren’t too many, so he wasn’t afraid of the matter blowing up. This incident would quietly disappear into the ocean of the internet after a while.
Afraid that the readers who just saw the post would let their imaginations run wild and worry, Mo Xuzhi edited another post to comfort his few readers:
[Wuzhi: Ate too much, currently in the hospital. Won’t be a “pigeon” (won’t skip update) tonight.]
After posting, Mo Xuzhi didn’t care about the readers’ reaction. He switched accounts directly, clicked back into the trending search, and commented/reposted.
[Mo Xuzhi: Returned to my alma mater for a day yesterday. The junior schoolmates are really good-looking [Rose]]