Raising You This Small Stuff

Chapter 9.1 Little elf, your current health condition is reduced to ‘poor’

Mo Yi Cheng frowned slightly. Chen Jiao had been with him for some time, but he was usually not so clumsy. The few times this had happened, it was when Mo Yi Yan appeared.

“It’s fine, you don’t need to go and buy it, go and clean yourself.” Mo Yi Cheng opened his mouth, this was a personal matter, he didn’t want to interfere.

Chen Jiao nodded his head in panic, grabbed the broken pieces of the juice bottle and turned around to leave.

Not far away, Qian He sneered at his heavy back as he staggered away, “You’re so fat, yet your eyes are still roving about!” In relationships, sometimes a person’s sixth sense was very accurate. He had long noticed that Chen Jiao had some strange thoughts about Mo Yi Yan, but he never thought of the fat, greasy man, who was 1.75 meters tall but weighed 180 or 190 pounds, as an opponent. With the way he was so fat, if Mo Yi Yan were to take a liking to him, then sows would be able to climb up trees. Although there was no threat, his lover being liked by such an ugly thing made him feel very disgusted, so not caring that Mo Yi Cheng was still around, he said sarcastically.

Although Mo Yi Yan usually pampered this little lover, he rebuked him this time, “Qian He, watch how you talk.”

Qian He glanced at Mo Yi Yan’s gloomy face and knowing that this man was very protective of his brother, weakened his momentum, “I…. didn’t do it on purpose.”

“Alright, watch what you say from now on, if you want to beat a dog, you have to look at its master.”

“Ouch!” Chen Jiao squeezed his hand, and the sharp mouth of the broken juice bottle cut into his hand, causing blood to gush out.

Mo Yi Yan told Qian He to wait for him, then went over to greet his gloomy-looking brother.

“I heard from the housekeeper that you came home the other day?”

“Yes.” Mo Yi Cheng answered lukewarmly.

“…. Mom called me and asked me to persuade you about that Lin Meng Xue. Of course I didn’t come here today to act as a lobbyist. It’s just that you know mom’s personality, if I don’t come over, this matter will never end.” The high cold persona of the three brothers of the Mo family collapsed when facing Mother Mo.

Mo Yi Cheng nodded his head in understanding.

When Chen Jiao came back, Mo Yi Yan had already left with Qian He for the next scene.

He kept one hand tucked into his sleeve and his eyes, which weren’t too big behind the thick lenses of his glasses, were red.

“Chen Jiao.”

“Mo Ge?”

“The people who are able to stay by my side are very excellent people.”

“Huh?” Chen Jiao was stunned for a moment, before realizing that Mo Yi Cheng was comforting him and said gratefully, “Thank you, Mo Ge.”

He was actually two years older than Mo Yi Cheng, to be exact, 30 years old. When the company brought him over at that time, after the introduction, they just said: “Just call him Mo Ge.” So Chen Jiao also called him that. Mo Yi Cheng saw that it looked as if he had just graduated from college so he didn’t correct him. It was later that he discovered that he was older than Mo Yi Cheng, but he had already gotten used to calling him that.

“You have to learn to fight back when you encounter someone bullying you in the future.”

“… Okay.”

Mo Yi Cheng knew that it wasn’t very useful for him to say this. Chen Jiao was soft, gentle and humble, so it was unimaginable to ask him to go toe-to-toe with someone else.

“Never mind, it just so happens that there’s no work tonight, you can leave work early and go home and get some rest.”

“Thank you, Mo Ge.”

On the way back to the hotel, Mo Yi Cheng opened his phone and logged into the game to see how the little thing’s movie was going, but he found Yuan Suo curled up in bed, asleep.

It was probably because he had gotten tired of watching the movie. The little thing had been sitting in front of the computer for several hours every day since he got it, holding it and watching nonstop. The rest of his time was spent in front of his small desk doodling and sketching on paper, since he couldn’t yet understand the drawing board that was connected to the computer, and then embarrassedly hiding it from Mo Yi Cheng. Since the addition of these devices, it was clear that this little guy got tired more easily than before. It looked like he would have to limit his movie watching and drawing time from now on.

He tucked in the corners of Yuan Suo’s blanket and exited the game, not noticing that his breathing was faster than usual and that the redness on his face was abnormal.

Chapter 9.2 Little elf, your current health condition is reduced to ‘poor’

Going back in time to two hours ago.

After he finished “A Dog’s Mission” with snot and tears, Yuan Suo felt dizzy but thought at first that he had a headache from crying, however when he sat at the small table he felt sick to his stomach, so he went to the bathroom to throw up.

[System message: Little elf, your current health condition is reduced to ‘poor’, do you want to contact the player via message?]

He covered his stomach, his face white, shaking his head after thinking for a while. Mo Yi Cheng was very busy at work right now and he’d had stomach pains and vomiting before, he would be fine after a nap.

“No…. no need.”

The system determined again that no messages needed to be sent, then disappeared from the wall.

Yuan Suo drank some water, crawled into bed and got under the small blanket. His head grew increasingly dizzy and he coughed incessantly, his stomach churning, but after a while he really drifted off to sleep.

When Mo Yi Cheng entered the game, he had already been asleep for almost an hour.

When Mo Yi Cheng came back from the gym, he went over the next day’s script again, familiarized himself with the characters, tried to figure out the parts he didn’t understand thoroughly, and contacted the director to discuss some relevant details.

When he turned on his phone again, he noticed that something was wrong.

Yuan Suo was still in the same position from before, his breath coming out in short bursts, his face flushed, his eyebrows furrowed tightly, his fleshy mouth not as moist as it used to be, gasping for air with his mouth wide open.

“Du Du?” He called out.

Yuan Suo didn’t move.

“Du Du, get up.” He raised his voice.

“Uh.” Yuan Suo heard Mo Yi Cheng’s voice and he wanted to respond, but his eyelids were too heavy and his body hurt, he couldn’t move at all.

Mo Yi Cheng panicked a bit.

He clicked on the game’s interface nervously and found the medical column. A red ‘poor’ was shown above the physical condition of the elf at this stage.

The only thing he could think of to do was to take his body temperature. After taking it, it showed that it had reached 39.8. He clicked on the ‘System Auto First Aid’ anxiously.

[System message: a first aid request has been submitted, please be patient].

[System message: in queue ….]

Three minutes later, he couldn’t wait any longer. In the game, Yuan Suo had already starting to cough lowly in his sleep.

He took out his other cell phone anxiously and dialed.

Liang Shaoning was the Mo family’s personal doctor. He was young, but highly skilled. When he got the call, he had just put his two young children to bed.

Mo Yi Cheng’s anxious voice over the phone made him wake up his wife, who had been working at the hospital all day and had just fallen asleep without hesitation, then without even having the time to change his clothes, put on his jacket and ran downstairs, driving all the way to the hotel.

The hotel’s front desk had been notified, so when they saw Liang Shaoning, they politely and eagerly greeted him and led him towards the elevator, where they almost ran to the door of Mo Yi Cheng’s room.

Before Liang Shaoning could knock on the door, it opened. It was obvious that Mo Yi Cheng had already been waiting at the door.

Mo Yi Cheng was wearing a nightgown, his hair was still half wet, but his usual calm and collected look was gone.

Liang Shaoning tensed up. It seemed the situation was very tricky…. on the phone Mo Yi Cheng only said that it was an 18-year-old teenager, and that he would tell him the rest of the situation on his arrival to say, could it be?

When he entered the room, he automatically walked through the living room, going towards the bedroom inside.

“Dr. Liang.” Mo Yi Cheng called out to him.