She Lost Memory Before the Divorce-Chapter 208 - Mu Lan you

Chapter 208: Chapter 208 Mu Lan, you…

Chapter 208: Chapter 208 Mu Lan, you…

Huo Tingxiao revealed an indiscernible mixture of emotions in his eyes when he saw Long Xiao appear.

“You arrived just in time. I’ll leave this place to you.”

Katrina glared at Long Xiao.

“Think you can just leave? It won’t be that easy. This isn’t his turf, and don’t think I’m scared just because you brought so many people!”

With a slight raise of his hand from Long Xiao, a swarm of men in black rushed over, causing chaos backstage that even disrupted the progress of the event.

Upon receiving notice from the staff, Vincent immediately hurried over, surprised to see Long Xiao. What was this tycoon of Chinatown doing here?

“What’s going on? Tracy, are you hurt?”

“Mr. Vincent, I need to take my wife to the hospital. As for what happened, I think Katrina can explain it to you.”

After giving Katrina a cold look, Huo Tingxiao carried Mu Lan and left the backstage.

The design competition was forced to a halt, sending the audience into a frenzy as they speculated about what exactly had happened.

Sara and Lauren, both magnates, rushed from their seats to the backstage to find out what occurred. After the staff recounted the sequence of events, the two, experienced as they were, naturally understood the situation, but owing to their wager, Lauren immediately defended Katrina:

“This must be a misunderstanding. Katrina is talented herself, how could she possibly do such a thing?”

Sara scoffed.

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“Guilty or not, the surveillance captured everything clearly. Just bring it up and take a look.”

Upon hearing the mention of pulling up the surveillance footage, Katrina suddenly felt guilty.

“I…”

“Today’s finals are canceled because of this incident. I truly feel disgraced. This is a disgrace to the design community!”

Vincent said to Katrina with clear intention, evidently convinced she was responsible for the incident.

“Mr. Vincent, without evidence, please don’t defame me. As a star contestant from the design academy, why would I target an unknown like her?”

Sara’s penetrating gaze made Katrina involuntarily step back.

“What exactly happened? Let’s call the police, they will surely find out the truth.”

“We cannot call the police. Amplifying this issue won’t benefit anyone. With such a scandal in the design community, would this competition ever retain its credibility?”

It was indeed Lawrence, shrewd and cunning as ever; naturally, turning the competition into a joke and losing years of established credibility would be truly terrifying.

Seeing everyone remaining silent, Lawrence then proposed:

“I suggest we continue with the competition and discuss any matters after the awards.”

Ultimately, for the greater good, Vincent could only agree to this suggestion. Katrina secretly breathed a sigh of relief—no matter what was discovered, she wasn’t afraid, as she was a member of the Lawrence Family.

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Long Xiao found a private clinic with a Chinese doctor for Huo Tingxiao. The doctor, who appeared very kind, first took X-rays and examined Mu Lan.

“Fortunately, the issue isn’t serious. There are no fractures, just a sprain.

“I will set the bone soon; you’ll need to bear with it.”

Set the bone?

Mu Lan unconsciously swallowed.

Huo Tingxiao still remembered how devastated she had been when her ankle had been set after being mobbed by workers.

“Hold my hand, and if it gets too painful…”

“No need, I can endure it.”

Mu Lan’s face remained expressionless without any fuss, placing her foot on a lower chair while the doctor put some medicinal oil in his palms.

He first rubbed his hands together to warm them, then pressed on Mu Lan’s injured spot.

She immediately furrowed her eyebrows in pain but bit her lip without making a sound.

Huo Tingxiao watched her like this, unsure whether to comfort her or what else he could do, standing there helplessly.

The doctor found the right spot and forcefully adjusted it.

“Crack,” was the sound of a bone.

Mu Lan’s features tightly knitted together in an instant, sweat beading on her forehead and trickling down her cheek.

The doctor had never seen a girl bear so much and couldn’t help but exclaim,

“You’re truly strong. This is the first time I’ve seen a girl who came to me for bone setting and didn’t scream or make a fuss. Even among men, there are few with your willpower.”

Listening to what was clearly a compliment, Huo Tingxiao couldn’t help feeling a heartache, followed by again silently cursing himself as a total bastard.

Had he not always been cold and unfeeling, would she even need to be so strong?

After quietly exhaling, Mu Lan spoke softly,

“Thank you, doctor, for your trouble.”

The doctor smiled.

“It’s no trouble for me, but your husband looks a bit troubled; his eyebrows are furrowed so deeply. It seems he’s really worried. Mr. Long especially told me to take good care of you. He was afraid your husband would demolish my clinic, but it seems my clinic is safe now.”

Although it was a joke, it was enough to show how much Huo Tingxiao cared about Mu Lan.

Mu Lan looked up at Huo Tingxiao and saw exactly what the doctor had described—his expression solemn, his face marked by worry.

It really was unusual, this sudden concern from Huo Tingxiao.

“Sorry for causing you trouble, and for troubling your friend as well.”

Huo Tingxiao didn’t like her being so formal with him. Looking at her lying in the hospital bed, his tone was slightly displeased,

“You don’t need to be so formal with me.”

Mu Lan pretended not to understand the underlying meaning of his words and responded neutrally,

“I should thank anyone who has helped me.”

So, her point was that he was no different from anyone else. A flicker of sadness crossed the depths of Huo Tingxiao’s eyes.

“Mu Lan …”

Huo Tingxiao wanted to say something else, but Mu Lan suddenly sneezed, interrupting him.

“Achoo …”

She rubbed her nose and looked up at him again.

“What were you going to say?”

Huo Tingxiao’s eyes were deep and somber.

“Nothing, I’ll take you back to the hotel first.”

Seeing him about to carry her, Mu Lan quickly declined,

“I can manage on my own …”

However, before she could finish her sentence, he had already scooped her up like a little kitten.

The doctor watched the two of them and said cheerfully,

“Back in my day, when I was young, my wife and I were also as affectionate as you two.”

Affectionate? Mu Lan didn’t know how to explain and swallowed back her words. Let others misunderstand if they liked.

But Huo Tingxiao listened with mixed feelings—somewhat pleased yet somewhat pained. After all, ever since Mu Lan had recovered her memory, he had been continuously tormented by guilt, without a moment’s pause.

“This is my family’s heirloom Safflower Oil. Make sure to rub some on her when you get back, to invigorate the blood and dispel stasis, for a speedy recovery.”

“Thank you.”

Having received the Safflower Oil, Huo Tingxiao had just brought Mu Lan back to the hotel when he received a call from Vincent.

Mu Lan didn’t know what Vincent said on the phone, but the way Huo Tingxiao stared at her made her spine tingle.

“Has something happened?”

Huo Tingxiao looked at Mu Lan unblinkingly, his voice halting,

“Mu Lan, you …”