Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Chapter 337: You can Lead a Horse to Water but you Can’t Make Him Drink

Zhou Wu tilted his head and glanced at Song Ci. Seeing Song Ci’s abnormally serious expression, he knew that this girl had understood his meaning. “Then, do you believe it?”

Song Ci played soccer and threw the question to Zhou Wu. “Uncle Zhou, do you believe it?”

Zhou Wu shook the cigarette ash and said, “I didn’t believe it before, but now I do.” He stared at Song Ci’s mysterious face and smiled. “Do you believe it or not?”

Song Ci believed him, but when she thought that Han Zhan was really the reincarnation of the Taiping Emperor, he had once loved another woman wholeheartedly in his previous life and that woman was so outstanding, Song Ci was upset.

She snorted and said, “I don’t believe it!”

At this moment, Mo Zhangkuang walked out of the house and stood in front of his small courtyard. When he saw that Song Ci was still talking to Zhou Wu, he scolded her with a smile, “Song Fei, what are you waiting for? Come up quickly!”

Song Ci heard Mo Zhangkuang’s energetic shout and quickly threw the lighter to Zhou Wu. “I’ll get going first, Uncle Zhou. We’ll talk tonight!”

Song Ci ran away on her bicycle.

Zhou Wu bit his cigarette and stared at Song Ci’s back, sneering with unknown meaning.

When Song Ci arrived at Mo Zhangkuang’s place, she saw him changing his shoes. “Teacher, are you going out?”

“I’m going to the West Mountain.” Mo Zhangkuang gave a short answer, but Song Ci’s heart sank.

What was he going to the West Mountain for? He was obviously not going to pick the Spirit Enlightening Fruit.

Song Ci followed Mo Zhangkuang to the West Mountain with a heavy heart. When they left, Mo Kuang took a white jade Guanyin bottle from the ancient shelf.

Mo Zhangkuang brought Song Ci into the back mountain of the West Mountain. After turning on the lights, Mo Zhangkuang led Song Ci directly to the corridor on the second floor and stood at the door of the cell where Grandma Yao was imprisoned.

Nangong Yingying sat on the bed with her back against the wall and her head lowered. It was unknown if she was sleeping or if she had fainted from discomfort.

In the prescription that Mo Zhangkuang gave to Song Ci, there was a medicine that needed the blood of the medicine man, but he found that Song Ci had never come to get blood.

As the young master of the Mo family, Song Ci couldn’t be so soft-hearted. If she didn’t come, Mo Zhangkuang would have to bring her along.

Mo Zhangkuang stuffed the Guanyin bottle into Song Ci’s arms and said in a domineering tone, “Song Fei, go get the blood!”

Song Ci hurriedly held the Guanyin Bottle tightly and felt that the jade bottle in her hand was especially cold.

Seeing that Song Ci didn’t move for a long time, Mo Zhangkuang couldn’t help but ask with a cold smile, “What? You can’t bear to?”

Song Ci admitted directly. “Yes, I thought that the doctor’s duty is to save people. Teacher, I find it hard to accept what you asked me to do.”

Song Ci openly questioned Mo Zhangkuang’s actions, which was in line with her status.

After all, she was a virus specialist. What she did before was to save human beings. Now, asking her to take a woman’s blood to make a drug was equivalent to murder.

It would be strange if ‘Song Fei’ was willing to do it.

Mo Zhangkuang also understood that it was indeed difficult to get ‘Song Fei’ to acknowledge their thoughts and correct her attitude towards the medicine man.

However, all the reputable medicines produced by the Mo Clan required the blood of the medicine man, so she had no choice but to do so.

Mo Zhangkuang gently placed his wrinkled hand on Song Ci’s shoulder and said earnestly, “Song Fei, you have to understand that hurting someone can save countless people. It’s worth it.”

“I know you won’t approve of what we’re doing, but when you see those people who’ve lived their whole lives in pain and suffering through the pain of their illness taking the drugs from my Mo family to regain their health, you’ll know it’s all worth it.”

“Song Fei.” Mo Zhangkuang pinched Song Ci’s thin shoulders and told her, “As the young master of the Mo family, you must do this!”

Song Ci lowered her head. Looking at her expression, she seemed to have been successfully convinced by Mo Zhangkuang.

When Mo Zhangkuang said this, Nangong Yingying finally raised her head. Her muddy old eyes stared straight at Song Ci and Mo Zhangkuang. Her lips quivered for a moment before she sneered and scolded, “Old dog.”