The Cultivator's Reborn to 1970s-Chapter 202 - 166

He had been in the hospital for a year, and his family hadn’t received any news... Mo Junhua was utterly perplexed.

"I’ll go buy you some food." Lan Tian glanced at the deep-thinking Mo Junhua and left with a thermos.

Mo Junhua had just woken up. After a year without eating, his stomach was fragile, unable to handle oily and spicy foods. Lan Tian bought only plain rice porridge.

Downstairs, in the garden, he encountered an old man. The old man was exercising, performing Tai Chi Boxing impeccably, followed by a few beginners who occasionally mimicked his moves.

Lan Tian glanced – surrounding the old man were mostly older adults. Dr. Sun was there, and unexpectedly, Zhou Yuwei was there too.

His gaze flickered slightly; Zhou Yuwei was the type who wouldn’t show up early without benefit. The ones who could draw her close weren’t ordinary; this old man must have significant background.

What was she after this time?

The old man sideswiped a kick, just as he spotted Lan Tian. His face turned ugly immediately – he still remembered the day that wretched girl had driven him away!

Thinking back on it, his heart felt uneasy. After his renown, when had he ever been treated like this, let alone by a young girl. That same day he had requested the hospital to use the patient as a subject to research the disease causes. Not only was he not approved, but he also received a severe reprimand from the dean.

Zhou Yuwei’s eyes flickered faintly, she glanced upstairs, slowly retreated into the crowd, and when Lan Tian had walked far enough, and no one noticed her, she turned and headed upstairs.

Across on the third floor, Chu Yang took a sip of coffee and smiled when he saw Zhou Yuwei going upstairs.

"Doctor Chu, what are you smiling at?" A nurse, infatuated, shyly looked up at him, then quickly lowered her head – Doctor Chu looked so good when he smiled.

"Nothing, let’s go."

"Oh!" The dazed nurse followed him out, suddenly remembering she had come to make rounds with Doctor Chu. Her face flushed – she had been too distracted by looking at him.

Lan Tian returned with the purchased porridge and saw Zhou Yuwei sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a teacup to Mo Junhua’s lips, a smile on her face, offering warm care.

Mo Junhua’s face was cold, sending off a chill that seemed free, transmitting a "strangers, keep away" vibe. Seeing Lan Tian in the doorway, his expression softened a bit.

"The girl is back."

Zhou Yuwei thought that Mo Junhua had finally felt her affections, and was secretly pleased, believing his frostiness was melting. Hearing Mo Junhua’s words, she startled and turned to see Lan Tian walking in with the porridge.

Lan Tian’s expression was cold, her gaze sweeping past Zhou Yuwei, unfazed whether Zhou Yuwei was there or not.

"Eat!" She went around to the other side, placed the porridge on the table, and sat by the window chair.

Mo Junhua lying on the bed, "..."

He was the patient, lying there for a year, his limbs stiff and immovable, how was he supposed to eat? He stared at Lan Tian, feeling wronged.

Lan Tian sat nonchalantly, lacking the typical attentiveness of a relative; Mo Junhua could not move and needed her care.

Zhou Yuwei glanced at Lan Tian, then at Mo Junhua, and finally at the white porridge on the table. She hesitated, went over, and began to feed him.

"Mr. Zhou, there’s no need to trouble yourself, attend to your matters. My wife here is enough," Mo Junhua said sternly, his face harsh as he coldly and firmly rejected Zhou Yuwei.

Zhou Yuwei’s cheeks were flushed with embarrassment and discomfort, wishing she could hide in a crack in the floor. Holding the bowl of plain porridge, she didn’t know whether to put it down or keep holding it, glancing at Lan Tian before lowering her head and averting her eyes.

Her appearance was pitiful!

She was worried that the porridge would get cold and upset his stomach. Lan Tian was cold and indifferent, not caring about his life or death. She felt sorry that he had found such a woman, and good intentions did not pay off.

"Girl, come here." Mo Junhua looked at Lan Tian.

Lan Tian, with a smirk, glanced at Mo Junhua. There was no need for her to feed him as someone else would.

Mo Junhua inexplicably understood the meaning in her eyes; the seven-foot tall man pursed his lips in a wronged manner, his innocent gaze challenging Lan Tian’s indifference.

Lan Tian shivered, shaking off the goosebumps on her body. This man was becoming shameless, making such gestures in front of Zhou Yuwei. What happened to the military pride? What about the promised cold-heartedness and indifference, the military Cold-faced Yama who was supposed to be tender only towards Bai Lianhua and indifferent to others?

Zhou Yuwei also looked at her, with a wronged little expression, her vulnerable posture as if Lan Tian had bullied her, accusing Lan Tian of destroying her relationship with Mo Junhua.

She couldn’t stand this woman, always acting, who was she performing for when she wasn’t even a man?

No, there was another man in the room, but unfortunately, the Mo Junhua in front of her was not the same one from her past life who loved her dearly; he hadn’t glanced at Zhou Yuwei from start to end.

Haha, bullying Bai Lianhua was such a delight, especially seeing Mo Junhua bullying her, which was extremely satisfying. The deeper Zhou Yuwei loved, the harsher she was hurt.

Walking over, she took the bowl from Zhou Yuwei’s hands, slowly stirring the plain porridge, casting a sidelong glance at her—the position Zhou Yuwei held.

Confused and feeling wronged, Zhou Yuwei looked helplessly at Mo Junhua. Mo Junhua’s expression was cold, his eyes following Lan Tian’s movements without showing any intention to speak for her; her efforts were in vain and she dimly faded, slowly standing to give up her seat to Lan Tian.

"Open your mouth." Lan Tian bestowed a spoonful of plain porridge to his lips, which Mo Junhua accepted, holding onto the spoon without letting go, his gaze fixated on Lan Tian.

There he goes again!

Lan Tian rolled her eyes at him with a warning look. If he didn’t let go, she wouldn’t be nice.

Zhou Yuwei saw, the two exchanging looks filled with affection, only aware of each other’s presence as if forgetting there was another person in the room.

Her heart ached dully, her vision beginning to blur, she closed her eyes and turned her head away.

Beside the bathroom door, there was a bucket filled with clothes Mo Junhua had changed out of, a big pile from several days. Unnoticed by anyone, the two continued their flirtation; all the clothes he had worn before he woke up had been washed by her. She went over to get water to wash the clothes.

Lan Tian curled the corner of her mouth, this Bai Lianhua, Mo Junhua wouldn’t be able to shake her off easily.

"Third brother, what’s wrong?"

Having finished feeding the porridge, Lan Tian carried the bowl to the bathroom to wash. Just then, someone pushed open the hospital room door, and Chunhua’s voice came in from the doorway. Lan Tian, washing dishes in the bathroom, curled her lips—a timely arrival.

Zhou Yuwei at the door washing clothes also paused, that voice... She turned towards the door, and seeing the person coming in, she turned aside, lowered her head and stayed silent, trying her best to reduce her presence, hoping this menace hadn’t noticed her.

Thinking of their past confrontations, her face twitched slightly; Chunhua was not like Lan Tian, she spoke bluntly and spared no one’s feelings.

"Chunhua?" Seeing Chunhua come in, Mo Junhua glanced at the bathroom, "Why are you here?"

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