This was the first time he had turned his back on his medical ethics.

Anxin's condition has long been of little research value, and her low self-esteem and claustrophobia are getting better and better.

And he also knew the reason for the improvement, because of Qi Zixiao's encouragement and various efforts.

In psychology, it's called "the power of love." ”

But Mo Qingchen didn't want to admit it in his heart.

"I don't want her to go."

Mo Qingchen put down his tools and said softly to the dried corpse.

In this room, he can't help but say something from his heart.

"I want her to stay with me forever."

He was whispering to the corpse when there was a knock at the door.

Mo Qingchen frowned and did not answer.

But the knock on the door was very persistent, and it didn't stop at all.

After a long while, he was slightly angry, and turned his head to the door and said coldly.

"Lunch is fine."

But the knocking on the door continued, like autumn rain, unhurried but continuous.

Mo Qingchen became more and more upset, and the tweezers in his hand shook violently.

"Click-" sounded, and the whole thing was stuck in the bones in the waist of the dry corpse, and it couldn't be pulled out.

Mo Qingchen was completely angry and pushed the entire dried corpse to the ground.

Wiped his hands, took the scalpel and walked out.

"Ink—Master Ink."

The door of the research room was slammed open, and he was holding the plate with peace of mind, a little trembling.

There was a dark wind through the door.

Young Master Mo seemed to be in a very bad mood, with a cold gaze in his black stone-like eyes, and his face was very gloomy.

"Mo, Young Master Mo, this is the hot and sour soup from Jiangnan in country Z that I made myself, if it is cold, it will not taste good."

Anxin finished his words with a hard head.

After saying that, he timidly glanced at the scalpel in his hand.

Young Master Mo's scalpel was used as a weapon, and the last time she saw him stab those called Hanako several times with it in just a few seconds.

Blood splattered, but not a drop fell on Young Master Mo's body.

He's angry now, shouldn't he stab himself too?

After seeing that it was reassuring, Mo Qingchen's gloomy face eased slightly.

Seeing several delicious Chinese dishes on the plate, the gloomy aura on his body disappeared in an instant.

"You did it?"

Anxin nodded immediately.

Mo Qingchen's mood immediately took a sharp turn, like a rainbow appearing in a storm.

This is made by Anxin himself!

"Let's eat together."

He brought the plate with one hand, and with the other he grabbed Anxin's hand and dragged her in.

"Ahh

The corners of Anxin's lips twitched, how could she possibly eat in such a terrifying room?

"Stay with me."

Mo Qingchen was concise and concise, and after speaking, he put the dinner plate on the table, walked to the door, pulled the bell, and asked the housekeeper to bring people in.

"This, throw it away."

Mo Qingchen pointed to the female corpse, and asked Steward Wang to dispose of it lightly.

Steward Wang stared at the tweezers stuck in the dried corpse with wide eyes, dumbfounded.

This dried corpse cost tens of millions of dollars to buy. Moreover, it took three months to persuade the customs to release it and ship it out.

Dried corpses with such an expensive value are said to be thrown away.

And it was destroyed, but the young master was not angry!

It's a miracle!

Steward Wang immediately led someone to carry the dried corpse out, and glanced at it meaningfully.

An Xin was picking up the dishes on the plate and personally serving them to the young master.

Mo Qingchen's lips flashed with a smile like a spring breeze.

(Education 123 Literature Network)