Quick Travel: The host guides the villain’s love life

[The plane mentioned in the previous comment... After much thought, I changed it again. This plane may be a bit Mary Sue(?)]

"Dr. Lin, the patient in Room 9 started breaking things again."

A man's panicked voice came from outside the door, and he knocked on the door several times.

Lin Muan rubbed his swollen temples and said hello.

The man was relieved when he heard that Lin Mu'an had responded well, and hurriedly went to check on the situation in Room 9.

Lin Mu'an looked around, picked up the work badge on the table, put it on, and walked towards the room No. 9 the man mentioned.

There were many doctors and nurses standing at the door of Room 9, all of them were scared and did not dare to go in.

"You go and do your work first. There are other patients who need you, so don't crowd around the door." Lin Mu'an said as he walked, looking at everyone indifferently.

When everyone saw Lin Mu'an coming, they dispersed in a hurry. Those who wanted to see the situation stood far away.

This floor is the VIP ward. Patients who can afford to stay in the VIP ward have the most money at home.

Almost everything inside was smashed to prevent him from accidentally injuring himself. There were no sharp objects in the room.

As a result, the windows were all smashed, and the glass was all over the floor. The bedside lamp was also smashed, and there were all tiny pieces of glass.

"Mr. Yin." Lin Mu'an called, staring at the frozen man gasping for air.

This Mr. Yin, Yin Shiyu, was his patient. He offered a very high price and could reserve his time with other patients.

But this patient's situation was nerve-wracking.

Yin Shiyu's eyes were scarlet and he stared at Lin Mu'an without blinking.

Lin Mu'an had just taken a nap in the office. His hair was a little messy, and there was a hair sticking up on his head. He was looking at Yin Shiyu expressionlessly.

"Mr. Yin, please calm down first and put down what you are holding." Lin Muan glanced at the kettle in his hand and tried to soften his tone.

"Don't come here." Yin Shiyu's voice was close to a growl, his dark eyes staring closely at Lin Mu'an.

His mind is very confused now, he is very uncomfortable, and he doesn't feel comfortable anywhere.

Yin Shiyu's body was trembling slightly. He didn't notice it, but Lin Muan could see it clearly.

"I won't go in, sir, don't move around, lest you step on the glass later." Lin Mu'an entered the room and closed the door to block out the sound.

Yin Shiyu glanced at the glass fragments around him and gripped the kettle harder.

"Mr. Yin..." Lin Muan noticed the movement on his hand and just hoped that his mood could stabilize.

Yin Shiyu's eyes were a little dull, and he gradually began to shift his attention.

Lin Muan did not move, but remained in a stalemate with him until he dropped the kettle.

Lin Muan hurriedly walked over, kicked the kettle away, and reached out to support Yin Shiyu.

Yin Shiyu was supported, his body suddenly stiffened, and he turned to look at Lin Muan.

It was rare for him to feel stable.

Lin Mu'an didn't know why, so he said warmly: "Mr. Yin, don't move, wait for me for ten seconds."

Yin Shiyu blinked and stared at Lin Muan.

"Mr. Yin, be obedient. I will grant you a request in a moment." Lin Muan smiled softly and stroked Yin Shiyu's back with his hand.

Yin Shiyu's silence was regarded as acquiescence.

Lin Mu'an went to get slippers, asked Yin Shiyu to put them on, and helped him sit down on the sofa outside.

"Wait for me, I'll clean it up." Lin Mu'an smiled with squinting eyes, turned around and was about to get a broom to sweep up the broken glass on the ground.

Yin Shiyu stretched out his hand and grasped Lin Muan's wrist, exerting force unconsciously.

Lin Mu'an frowned in pain, but since Yin Shiyu was his patient, he couldn't say anything.

"Mr. Yin, be obedient and wait a moment." Lin Muan coaxed with a smile.

"Agree to my request..." Yin Shiyu's eyes were slightly covered by broken hair, only half of his eyes were exposed, and his eyes were scarlet, looking very gloomy.

"I'll finish cleaning up and then listen to my husband's request, okay?" Lin Mu'an turned around and tried to reason with him.

"No!" Yin Shiyu was angry, and his hands were neither light nor heavy.

Lin Mu'an was so painful that he subconsciously withdrew his hand, but the force on his wrist became stronger.

"Sir... it hurts to scratch me." Lin Muan bit his lip, frowned and stared at Yin Shiyu, the corners of his eyes were moist.

Yin Shiyu stared at his own hand and Lin Muan's wrist, staring blankly, a little stubbornly, struggling a little, and slowly relaxed a little.

"Sorry." Yin Shiyu let go of Lin Muan's wrist, lowered his head in self-reproach, and grabbed his hair irritably.

Seeing that he was about to hurt himself, Lin Mu'an ignored the pain in his wrist. He squatted down, reached out and pulled down Yin Shiyu's hand, and pressed it hard.

"Sir, this is wrong." Lin Mu'an coaxed gently and gently touched the back of his hand, "I will agree to your request, but you cannot hurt yourself like this."

Yin Shiyu stared into Lin Muan's amber eyes, suddenly waved away Lin Muan's hand, and reached out to hold Lin Muan's face.

Lin Muan didn't know what he was going to do, but he kept staring into his eyes.

"Eye...beautiful..."

"Beautiful, but I don't feel comfortable like this, sir."

Lin Muan said that he felt uncomfortable, but Yin Shiyu still stared into his eyes stubbornly.

After half a minute, Yin Shiyu suddenly let go and stared blankly at the wall.

Lin Mu'an breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and swept away the broken glass, while telling Assistant Yin Shiyu what happened.

His assistant quickly brought someone to repair the windows and lamps, and also replaced the tables and chairs.

"How is Mr. Yin?" Assistant Meng Qian looked at Yin Shiyu who was sitting on the sofa.

"I secretly gave him a sedative. I didn't use a strong one because I was afraid that he would get excited again." Lin Mu'an smiled.

Meng Qian came to Yin Shiyu's side and saw him staring at the wall with his eyes open, but did not disturb him.

"I may have to ask Assistant Meng to look at your husband for a while. I have to ask my colleagues to look at my wrist." Lin Muan raised his hand, and the bruises and swelling on his wrist were obvious.

"Okay." Seeing that he was injured like this, Meng Qian didn't know what to say.

Lin Muan smiled, left the ward and went downstairs.

I went straight to the office of a familiar colleague and asked him to look at my wrist.

"It's a good thing that your bones are not broken. Is it so dangerous for you upstairs?" Zhou Heran stared at Lin Muan's wrist and applied medicine to him gently.

"They are all VIPs, what do you think." Lin Muan stared at his wrist indifferently and sighed, "How is my mother?"

"Are you so busy? You don't even have time to see Auntie?" Zhou Heran put some force on his hands.

Lin Muan tsked coldly and glared at Zhou Heran.

Zhou Heran and he have been neighbors since childhood. They also graduated from the same university. They now work in the same hospital, but in different positions.

Zhou Heran hesitated and felt a cold feeling on the back of his neck.

Despite Lin Mu'an's gentle and amiable face, this person is extremely evil at heart, and he is very dark.

"If you're not careful, don't take it to heart."

"Well, do it quickly, lest the patient comes to me and starts smashing things again later."

Lin Muan was too lazy to argue with him. Anyway, getting the medicine quickly was the most important thing.