The male supporting role was captured by the protagonist after his rebirth

The killers had already passed the information to Zhu Zheng. In order to ensure that the secret would not be leaked, they killed Zhang Yi.

A long knife pierced Zhang Yi's lower abdomen, and there were many deep wounds in other parts of his body that could be seen to the bone. If it were an ordinary person without superpowers, such injuries would kill him from massive blood loss even if he didn't die immediately.

Fortunately, Zhang Yi has experienced countless life and death tests, especially after returning from that mysterious snowfield, his physical fitness has been greatly improved.

The Deng family's medical staff possesses the world's top medical technology, plus some auxiliary experts, they are doing their best to treat Zhang Yi.

But he had a near-death experience and his body was severely injured and his vitality was greatly damaged. The doctor said he would have to stay in bed for a full half month before he could fully recover.

However, for Zhang Yi, this period of time was one of the few rare happy moments.

Deng Shentong temporarily put down what he was doing and sat in his room whenever he had time, asking the doctor about the latest developments in his condition and listening carefully to the progress of the treatment.

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the curtains, and strands of golden light fall into the ward.

The room was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant, and everything seemed so peaceful and tranquil. On the bed, a tall, black-haired young man lay quietly, his eyes closed, as if he was immersed in a deep sleep.

There was a needle inserted into the back of his hand, and the transparent liquid medicine dripped slowly into his blood vessels along the tube. In the IV bottle beside the bed, the medicine kept dripping, making a slight dripping sound, which was particularly clear in this quiet room.

Suddenly, the door creaked slightly. Although the sound was small, it still caught Zhang Yi's attention. His ear moved slightly, and then one eyelid quietly opened a crack, and he looked towards the door cautiously.

The silver-haired man gently pushed open the door, holding a bouquet of snow-white roses in his hand.

He walked lightly, fearing to disturb the patient's rest. After entering the room, he gently placed the flowers on the table beside the bed, then picked up the empty vase on the table and carefully placed the flowers in it.

Each flower is placed perfectly, like a fine work of art.

He always likes to do these elegant and warm little things to touch the softest part of people's hearts.

Zhang Yi tried hard not to laugh out loud. If Deng Shentong hadn’t been here, the corners of his mouth would have stretched to the sky.

If he had known that he would be treated like this every day after being stabbed twice, he would not have taken so many detours.

"Stop pretending when you wake up."

A cold voice sounded, and Zhang Yi shuddered. He opened his eyes awkwardly and met Deng Shentong's peach blossom eyes with a hint of playful smile.

"Well, um, master, you're here. I just woke up too." Zhang Yi scratched his face guiltily and said with all his strength.

"Don't move your hands." Deng Shentong frowned, quickly grabbed his hand and laid it flat on the bed. The blood that had shown signs of backflow flowed back through the pipe again.

Zhang Yi was grinning foolishly, obviously not listening to what Deng Shentong said, but his eyes were always on the white rose.

"Do you like it?" Deng Shentong asked softly, his voice like a spring breeze.

"Yeah." Zhang Yi nodded gently, with a happy smile on his face, "It smells good."

Deng Shentong smiled slightly, sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his slender fingers and gently smoothed Zhang Yi's slightly long bangs.

"It's time to cut it. It's blocking my eyes."

Zhang Yi's smile became even brighter. He moved his body and leaned towards Deng Shentong: "Okay, Master, help me cut my hair."

Deng Shentong tapped his forehead gently and said calmly, "I'll ask the barber to come over in a while."

Zhang Yi was a little disappointed, but Deng Shentong was rarely so gentle, so he didn't dare to be picky. He just nodded briefly, his eyes fixed on the silver-haired man.

Deng Shentong felt a little uncomfortable under his burning gaze. He coughed lightly, turned his head to look at the IV bottle, and casually said, "I have already dealt with those people. They must have targeted the Deng family. I am sorry that you have suffered an unprovoked disaster."

Zhang Yi got anxious when he heard this, and quickly said courteously: "You can't say that, Master. Your business is my business. I am also a member of the Deng family now."

When Deng Shentong heard this, the corners of his mouth slightly raised and a faint smile appeared on his face, as if he was very satisfied with this answer.

However, when he saw the bandages on Zhang Yi's body, his brows frowned again.

He reached out and gently stroked Zhang Yi's cheek, and asked softly, "How did you hurt yourself like this? Didn't I ask the teacher to teach you?"

Zhang Yi's body suddenly became a little stiff. He felt that his cheeks became hot where the cold and soft fingertips touched them, as if an electric current was flowing through his skin and throughout his body, causing his heartbeat to accelerate.

At this moment, he couldn't concentrate on listening to Deng Shentong's words and could only stare blankly at the man in front of him.

This is too unfair!

After a long time, he slowly regained consciousness and pouted, "I'm not lazy, Master. I didn't want to, but who knew those killers were so cruel."

It was actually a bit hurtful to the self-esteem of Chaos, who had been invincible in every battle, to say such words. After being reborn, he couldn't even beat a few ordinary people without superpowers.

Fortunately, he has always been thick-skinned, so he can use this opportunity to make Deng Shentong sympathize with him more. It won't cost him anything to just say a word.

"I know." Deng Shentong said calmly, "That's why I'm more worried about you. You're lucky this time. If you don't practice well, you won't be so lucky next time."

Zhang Yi looked up at Deng Shentong, his eyes gleaming with determination, "I'm not afraid. As long as I can be of use to my master, I'm not afraid of anything."

Zhang Yi has always remembered what Deng Shentong said when they quarreled. Although it was half true and half false, he really had no way to refute it.

If he wanted a favored man like Deng Shentong to willingly submit to him, how could he offset the humiliation he had suffered without paying a hundred times or a thousand times more?

Deng Shentong was shocked. He stared at Zhang Yi closely, his eyes full of complicated emotions, and he didn't speak for a long time. Finally, he lowered his eyes, reached out his hand, gently touched Zhang Yi's forehead, and carefully pushed aside a few strands of eye-catching bangs.

"Take good care of yourself." His voice was low and gentle, like a spring breeze, carrying a warm breath, slowly blowing into Zhang Yi's heart.

A warm feeling welled up in Zhang Yi's heart, and an inexplicable feeling of being moved came over him.

He blinked, feeling Deng Shentong's warmth and care, and suddenly felt that the wounds on his body didn't seem so painful anymore.

"I will recover as soon as possible." Zhang Yi looked at Deng Shentong, with a firm light flashing in his eyes, and said seriously.

He knew that Deng Shentong must remember him, although he didn't know why he was willing to forgive his previous sins. He didn't want to disappoint Deng Shentong, and he didn't want to waste the opportunity Deng Shentong gave him to atone for his sins.

Deng Shentong nodded slightly. He stood up, straightened his clothes, and said softly, "I have something else to do. I will go out first. If you need anything, you can call the nurse or come to me at any time."

After saying that, he turned and walked out of the ward, leaving Zhang Yi lying quietly on the bed.

"Okay." Zhang Yi watched Deng Shentong's departing back, his heart filled with burning emotions, beating strongly and powerfully.

He turned his head and his eyes fell on the bunch of roses that were as white as the first snow. The flowers exuded a faint fragrance that made people feel happy.

He smiled, and a smile appeared on his face unconsciously, as bright as the sunshine outside the window.