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The bedside lamp shone a little brightly into his eyes, and Linjue blocked it with his arm while he adjusted his breathing.

There was another thin layer of sweat on my body that had just taken a shower.

"Okay."

Lin Jue asked Shen Fan to let go of his hand and raised his head slightly to glance at the wound.

It seemed that no internal organs were injured.

It's just that this position is not very good, and it will involve both standing and sitting.

Shen Fan came to the same answer as Lin Jue.

He found an internally fixed wound and applied it carefully to the edge of the wound, and then used gauze to patch it.

Although it will be a little uncomfortable, it doesn't matter if the movement is a little bigger.

Linjue turned his head and looked at Shen Fan.

He Jian has only been away from the league for three years. If he were He Jian's student, he would have been in his third year at most.

He remembered that medical practical courses were usually only offered in the senior year.

However, every school is different, so Linjue no longer worries about this matter.

Although he didn't like He Jian, He Jian's professional skills were not bad and the students he taught were pretty good.

If this "student" comes to the military headquarters in the future, Lin Jue can help him.

He covered his newly bandaged abdomen and sat up sideways.

"I can't see what's behind, I leave it to you."

Once familiar, Linjue turned around naturally and exposed his back.

This position on the back is generally reserved only for people you absolutely trust.

At that time, Shen Fan only had one royal healer, Peng Long. Apart from him, Shen Fan would not let the hands of any healer leave his sight.

Linjue was still a little young. It would be in danger if Shen Fan was not "Shen Fan" but someone else.

Shen Fan sighed lightly, picked up the short sleeves that Lin Jue had wiped on his hair and wiped them with him again.

If the water is still dripping, it may cause infection if it gets into the wound.

After Lin Jue hummed in confusion, he seemed to understand Shen Fan's intention.

He lowered his head and asked Shen Fan to wipe it as easily as possible.

Linjue's ability to take care of himself is actually very strong. He can do things by himself that others won't touch, let alone something as intimate as wiping his hair.

But his wound in the abdomen did not allow him to do it on his own.

In this life, only "Shen Fan" had wiped his hair, even though it was just a random rub.

But Linjue always remembered that feeling.

In order to dry the hair underneath, Shen Fan's cloth would inevitably hit the glands on the back of Lin Jue's neck.

This position is the most private part after the sexual organ. Although it can be exposed, it cannot be touched at will, let alone smelled. Not only will it be considered sexual harassment, but you may also be beaten.

Shen Fan was very angry when he thought of He Jueming, that stupid young man who deserved a beating.

Lin Jue knew that his clothes were rubbing the back of his neck, but it was still awkward.

He remembered that the hand he was holding was a little small, and his eyes under the polarized lenses were quite beautiful.

Linjue's brain began to piece together the pieces, pieced together the person he had done the most intimate behavior with in his life.

His breathing started to become heavy...

"Okay."

Linjue hoped that the treatment would end soon. He took a look at the disposable underwear and saw that something was not right inside.

Shen Fan also came to his senses, took disinfectant cotton and sterilized the skin of the shoulder blade, and then performed the knife again.

Perhaps because their backs were turned, Shen Fan was not as nervous as before. He almost didn't hesitate and struck the knife quickly and accurately.

Linjue felt a chill first, and then a stinging pain.

Perhaps it was because of the third time that I felt less painful.

Linjue felt that his swollen back blades finally felt a little better. Originally, he didn't dare to lean on them.

Shen Fan stared at the blood flowing until it slowly decreased, and finally the swollen skin began to dent.

This wound was the deepest, thanks to Lin Jue's shock-resistant muscles. If he were a little thinner, even a little bit more, it would probably be enough.

Shen Fan was a little envious.

Men’s pursuit of body shape is actually the same as women’s.

He was quite satisfied with Shen Fan's original body, with a height of 185cm, a medium frame, and bulging but not exaggerated muscles.

It tends to be perfect in terms of practicality and appreciation.

Lin Jue's current figure is a bit too tall. Height over 190cm is not convenient for operating mechas.

If Shen Fan and He Jian hadn't put in the effort to modify it, the current mecha might have been a bit narrow for him to operate.

Shen Fan looked at himself again and sighed silently. What right did he have to dislike someone who was too tall? What he should dislike was that "he" was too thin.

You have to raise your seat to get on the mecha.

This is simply a shame for him.

Hurry up and try to improve your height and physique before the age of 25. The minimum standard must be at least 180cm or above.

Otherwise, the main body of Mingmu cannot be operated at all.

Shen Fan carefully observed the wound, and only started to deal with it when only some tissue fluid came out.

Treated in the same way as the abdomen.

If this was the case, Linjue might not even be able to lie down flat while sleeping.

"All right."

Shen Fan breathed a long sigh of relief, finally feeling better.

"Thank you."

Linjue lowered his head and thanked him in a kind tone.

Shen Fan opened his mouth slightly. It was rare for this boy to be so polite, and he didn't seem to be particularly annoying anymore.

"You're welcome." Shen Fan replied softly.

I lamented that after changing their identities, they were able to talk well.

After all the wounds were treated, Linjue did not turn around, but just pulled the combat uniform from the bed over and put it on himself.

He turned slightly sideways and looked at Shen Fan, his beautiful blue eyes filled with warmth.

"What's your name?"

Shen Fan didn't say anything, just looked at him awkwardly.

I'm afraid if I tell you the truth, such a good atmosphere will disappear in an instant.

"He Jueming."

Shen Fan gave a name that was not easy to tell, thinking that Lin Jue probably didn't know this brat.

"Are you a relative of He Jian?"

Shen Fan was silent, forgetting this, he would have told Chen Cheng earlier.

"That's right." Shen Fan replied ambiguously, "If there is nothing else, I will go down first, sir."

Shen Fan didn't want to talk any more. The more he talked, the more flaws he would find.

In case he was betrayed, this brat thought that he could never forget his old feelings and deliberately got close to him.

Emma, ​​this is unacceptable.

Linjue hummed and turned around and said, thank you for your hard work.

Shen Fan cleaned up the soiled gauze and pads and threw them into the medical equipment trash can.

One last look at Lin Jue, who had her back turned to him, and closed the door.

After walking out of the medical room, Shen Fan took off his mask and his breathing became much easier.

Fortunately, Lin Jue was fine, thinking that he was just worried about his future situation.

Shen Fan changed his clothes again and hurried back to the dormitory.

……

Lin Jue, who was next door, turned around after the others left.

He glanced down and saw that the situation was much worse than he had imagined.

Just because this person is somewhat similar to that Shen Fan?

This really made him a little... troubled.

During the time he left Blue Star, he would always think of Shen Fan unconsciously.

Linjue didn't know what was wrong with him. His brain seemed to be out of control.

He panted lightly and had to rely on the messy images remaining in his memory to solve the current dilemma.

"Shen Fan..."

Lin Jue closed his eyes and called softly. This time he did not confuse the person behind the name.

……