Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 465: Moving Tomorrow_1

Chapter 465: Chapter 465: Moving Tomorrow_1

Just outside the hospital room, Mo Han saw through the crack of the door that his father-in-law was standing beside his mother-in-law’s bed with an anxious expression, as if he were on trial.

Looking at his mother-in-law, with her hands on her hips, she sat on the bed looking utterly domineering. She was bursting with energy, showing none of the feebleness she had before, and her complexion even seemed better than it was previously.

In fact, this was not surprising. When Mo Han had treated Yang Meifeng by acupuncture to remove toxins previously, he had not only expelled the toxins from the Manjushahua but also cleared the originally existing toxins from her body.

That’s why Yang Meifeng had recovered so quickly and even looked a few years younger than before.

"Mom, Ning’er, I’m back."

Pretending not to know his father-in-law was there, Mo Han knocked twice outside before pushing the door open and entering.

"Eh, Dad? What are you doing here?"

Upon seeing his father-in-law, Mo Han began to act, "What happened to you? Your face is injured..."

Luo Shanchuan, seeing that Mo Han did not expose him, secretly sighed with relief and audibly sighed, "Ah..."

"Dad was selling tea leaves on Antique Street and got into a fight with the urban management," Luo Ning jumped in to defend her father, seeing that he did not want to elaborate, "In a few days, it’ll be mom’s birthday, and dad has been out these days selling tea leaves, hoping to earn some money to buy mom a bracelet."

"But who would have thought, today, while selling tea leaves on Antique Street, he got into a conflict with urban management..."

F*ck?

Selling tea leaves to buy a birthday gift for his wife?

And the wound on his face is from a conflict with urban management?

Mo Han gave his father-in-law a strange look and mentally gave him a thumbs up.

Awesome, just awesome!

When it comes to lying, the father-in-law was absolutely an unbeatable presence compared to himself.

"Mo Han, did you ask about our villa? When can we move in?"

Seeing her son-in-law, Yang Meifeng’s first question was about the Bolui No.1 villa.

She had lived in Happiness District for over a decade, and finally, she could hardly wait to move into a villa worth hundreds of millions.

"Tomorrow, let’s say tomorrow."

Mo Han spoke up, "I just went to Bolui No.1, and they’ve almost finished decorating. They’re airing it out now, and if all goes well, we can move tomorrow."

The moment Luo Ning heard they could move into the new house tomorrow, a smile spread across her face.

Her parent’s apartment, with three bedrooms and a living room, was just over ninety square meters; it was perfectly fine for just the two of them.

But it felt somewhat cramped when their whole family moved in.

She had also wanted to change to a new and bigger apartment, but the real estate prices in Jiangling City were not cheap, with any decent apartment costing upwards of four million yuan.

Now that Mo Han had managed to get an apartment, and it was an expensive villa no less, even if they could only live there for ten years, she was quite content.

"Daddy, are we moving to a new house?"

Mo Xiaochen raised her head, both eyes shining like little stars.

"Yes."

Mo Han stroked his daughter’s head tenderly, "We’ll tidy up our things at home today, and tomorrow, we’ll find time to move."

"Yay!"

Mo Xiaochen jumped up excitedly, but then she seemed somewhat unhappy, "Daddy, is our new house far from my kindergarten? Do I have to change kindergartens..."

"Chen Chen doesn’t want to change; I have so many good friends at the kindergarten."

"Silly child, the school has a bus service," Luo Ning gently tapped her daughter’s nose, sounding a bit worried, "Mo Han, isn’t moving tomorrow a bit hasty?"

"Hasty? I can’t wait to move today!"

Yang Meifeng interjected irritably, "Let’s go, go, go, let’s hurry back home and start packing. We move first thing tomorrow morning!"

"Um..."

Luo Ning was at a loss for words, "Mom, why are you in such a rush? You are still not fully recovered!"

"Who says I’m not recovered?"

Yang Meifeng jumped down from the bed, moved her body around, and insisted, "Do I look like I am sick?"

"This hospital is not a good place. Let’s go, Ning’er, you and Mo Han hurry and take care of the discharge formalities. We’re leaving now!"

Seeing her mother really seemed to be fine, Luo Ning slightly let go of her concern.

Still, just to be on the safe side, she asked the on-duty doctor to do a thorough check-up on her mother. After confirming that she had really recovered, Luo Ning and Mo Han went downstairs to take care of the discharge procedures.

"Mo Han, you go ahead and take Chen Chen back on the electric bike," Luo Ning said to Mo Han at the entrance of the inpatient building, holding the payment receipt, "Mom, dad, and I will take a taxi back home later."

"Forget the electric bike, I drove here today," Mo Han laughed, pulling out his car keys and pressing them, causing a car horn to sound from a nearby parking lot.

"The car’s fixed?"

Luo Ning asked excitedly, "When did this happen?"

"Just today." Mo Han smiled slightly, "Didn’t I tell you I had some matters to take care of earlier?"

"Actually, it was the repair shop that called me saying the car was fixed and ready for pickup."

"I just drove it over..."

As he spoke, Mo Han had already turned and walked towards the parking lot.

Sure enough, not long after, Luo Ning arrived at the entrance with her parents and daughter to find the second-hand Baoshitai that Mo Han had bought parked nearby.

To be honest, if Luo Ning could ignore the Baoshitai being a knockoff brand, she actually quite liked the car.

Its body was a rouge red color, the interior was spacious, the decor inside was not bad, and most importantly, when driven, the visibility and power seemed to have no issues.

Sometimes, she felt that Mo Han had incredible luck, managing to buy such a good car for only a few tens of thousands of yuan. It was a great deal.

"I won’t ride in this car!"

Just then, Yang Meifeng suddenly spoke up. Her face darkened, and she voiced her displeasure, "What kind of trash car? Baoshitai, a knockoff that costs tens of thousands, it’s just too degrading for me, Yang Meifeng, to ride in such a vehicle!"

"If you all want to ride in it, go ahead! I’d rather take a taxi home!"