star hunter

"Your waist, don't you really need to let me see it?" Zhang Jibai confirmed it to Su Xian again before leaving. No matter what he heard, the latter felt that this guy had something to say, and he had a bright evil taste, so he resolutely refused: "No need." , you just ask the nurse to bring the medicated oil from before and apply it on me, it’s quite effective.”

Doctor Zhang didn't force him. After he left, Zhong Yuncong, who was leaning against the bed, remembered something again: "Speaking of Yingying... I met her that time and found that her symptoms seemed to have worsened."

Su Xian didn't speak, but Zhong Yun could notice that his breathing rate had changed obviously, and he sighed: "Her erythema has spread to the face, and the festered area has also increased a lot, correspondingly... Her abilities have also improved a lot."

"Responsive?" Su Xian heard his subtext, "You mean, the improvement of her abilities has something to do with the deterioration of her condition?"

"Yeah." Zhong Yuncong nodded, "I suspect that she, or 'Shadow' may have some means to quickly improve the ability in a short period of time, but at the same time, the person with the ability will have to pay a considerable price .”

Su Xian was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "Drink poison to quench your thirst."

"Maybe it's A's □□, B's honey." Zhong Yuncong smiled bitterly, "I don't know where she has so many ambitions at such a young age."

Su Xian drooped his eyelids, his eyelashes revealed a faint circle of shadows, and he looked a little melancholy. Zhong Yuncong realized that he might not want to delve into this topic, so he hurriedly changed the subject: "By the way, I will help you later. You apply medicine."

This trick really worked, and he immediately attracted his attention: "Why? The smell of the medicine is not very pleasant, and you still have water in one hand."

"Isn't there still one free?" Zhong Yuncong shook his free arm with a smile, and then lowered his voice, "Besides, how can you let others touch your waist casually? I haven't seen it."

"..." Su Xian recalled, angry and funny, "What's wrong with you? Can you stop being so childish?"

"Is it okay to be jealous? Isn't it okay to act like a baby?" Zhong Yuncong pushed back confidently, "Can you be a little self-conscious?"

Su Xian asked angrily, "What self-awareness?"

Zhong Yuncong blinked and said softly, "You are mine."

"What a silly boy." Su Xian couldn't help laughing, and reached out with one hand, gently touching his slightly scalded cheek under the setting sun: "How old are you this year? Huh?"

Zhong Yuncong rubbed his palm and closed his eyes: "Anyway, it's been a long time since I was an adult."

His words were like a kitten's claws, gently scratching Su Xian's heart, and the slight itchiness crawled all over his body unconsciously along the nerves, making people want to stop.

Su Xian's heart moved, and he had the urge to kiss him again, but there was another untimely movement outside the door.

This time, they had a lot of experience, and they sorted out their expressions and postures as quickly as possible, so that they returned to each other in a leisurely manner, and this time the visitor was not Zhang Jibai's type who just pushed the door in without saying hello .

The other party knocked three times very politely. Su Xian adjusted his breathing rhythm and glanced at Zhong Yuncong. The latter understood and cleared his throat: "Please come in."

A white-clothed nurse came, who must have been ordered by Zhang Jibai to bring the medicine Su Xian needed.

"Heat compresses for 10 minutes first." After hearing Zhong Yuncong's request, although the nurse was surprised, she still explained the precautions to him dutifully, "Afterwards, apply the medicated oil to the affected part of the waist and massage gently until the medicine The oil is absorbed."

"Okay, I see, sorry to trouble you."

After sending the nurse away, Zhong Yuncong took the warm water bag, wrapped it in a towel, and then smiled at Su Xian who hadn't said a word: "Come on, take off your clothes and get down."

Seeing that Su Xian was motionless and his eyes were a little strange, Zhong Yun coughed lightly: "Don't think about it...I just want to help you with the medicine."

Su Xian shook his head and laughed, then took off his coat, leaving only a thin white shirt.

Zhong Yuncong gave up half of the bed, and he lay on his stomach: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Why are you being polite to me?" Zhong Yuncong laughed, lifted the corner of his shirt with his hands, and then he couldn't help but gasp - a large reddish purple gore almost occupied his entire lower back.

In this way, he didn't even bother admiring the opponent's waistline and muscles.

"Oh my god... what the hell hit you?" Zhong Yuncong even breathed a little less, and wanted to touch it, but he didn't dare.

"It's nothing." Su Xian said lightly, "It's just a little bruise, it will be fine soon."

Zhong Yuncong was so distressed that he carefully put the wrapped hot water bag on it: "Is it hot? Will it be too heavy?"

He answered simply and neatly: "No, just put it up."

Zhong Yun never listened to him, and still held the hot water bag in his hands, and couldn't help but scold him: "You will be brave! It's been several days, and you still look like this... Was it more painful then? At that time You were lucky not to break your spine..."

Su Xian was a little helpless: "It's not a big deal if you don't hurt your bones, don't worry about it."

Zhong Yuncong heard his nonchalant tone, and suddenly became a little angry. Su Xian couldn't see his expression when lying on his stomach, but the room suddenly became quiet, and the other party didn't make a sound, and he was still sensitively aware of himself. Inappropriate words.

"Cough," he coughed habitually, "I know, I will be careful in the future."

Zhong Yuncong didn't really trust this guarantee, but he really had nothing to do with this person, he couldn't bear to be angry, he couldn't bear to scold him, and as for beating... Anyway, he couldn't bear to be beating him, and he just passed.

He sighed sullenly, Su Xian turned his head and glanced at him: "Are you still angry?"

"What's the matter with being angry?" Zhong Yun never seemed to like playing duplicity, so he just wrote the words "I'm not happy" on his face, "It's useless to be angry." Glancing at him: "Do you think so, Chief Su?"

Chief Su was so stunned by him that he had nothing to say, so he turned his head back silently.

The time was almost up, Zhong Yuncong took away the warm water bag, and probed the surface of his wound with the back of his hand, it was probably just hot compress, and his skin was obviously hot.

"Then apply the medicine?"

Su Xian gave a "hmm", he unscrewed the bottle cap, and then an indescribably strong smell of medicine rushed out, filling the whole room in the blink of an eye.

Sure enough, Zhong Yuncong couldn't get used to the smell, his nasal cavity was irritated, and he was ready to move. Su Xian heard it and laughed: "I said it earlier, it doesn't smell good."

He snorted softly, ignored him, and sprinkled a few drops of medicated oil on his back, then rubbed his palms to warm them up, and began to rub them.

"Will it be too heavy?" He controlled his strength tremblingly, Su Xian smiled lightly and cleverly: "It's too light, you can go heavier."

Zhong Yuncong breathed a sigh of relief, and his subordinates intensified a little: "How about this?"

"more or less."

His casual tone made Zhong Yuncong frowned again, and when he was about to chatter a few more words, Su Xian spoke up first.

"I heard that you were bitten again after following Huo Jing to fight against alien species."

"Oh, yes." Zhong Yuncong obviously didn't take this matter to heart, he almost forgot about it if he didn't mention it. "But it's all over now, don't worry."

He paused while speaking: "Instructor Huo...he also knows, but I asked him to keep it a secret for me, and he agreed."

It took Su Xian a while before he said, "That's good."

Zhong Yuncong felt that his tone was a bit strange, not completely relieved, but rather depressed, he was taken aback: "What's wrong?"

"Zhong, have you ever thought that we are different after all." He said in a low voice, "You will always be healthy, but I, one day, will go crazy, fester, and become a walking dead...Of course, More likely, I'd be dead before that..."

"Hey, do you want to ask, what should I do if that day comes?" Zhong Yun interrupted him bluntly, "First of all, I want to correct your wrong perception-who gave you the illusion , I will always be healthy? No matter how terrible "Paradise Lost" is, it is essentially a virus. In this world, there are too many things that can kill people. Let alone various accidents, maybe I will someday I just got a cancer, died, and died earlier than you..."

Su Xian couldn't listen anymore: "Who would curse himself like that?"

"I'm making a reasonable guess! It's entirely possible." He laughed, "Now to answer your second question—even if you really become a different species, you must be the most handsome, cutest and most pleasing The alien species I like. Anyway, I won’t be infected, at worst, I will be bitten by you a few more times. It doesn’t matter, I am willing to be bitten by you.”

Su Xian turned around suddenly, but forgot about his serious back injury, and accidentally touched the wound, causing his face to turn pale from the pain.

Zhong Yuncong hurriedly held him down: "What are you doing?! Don't move! The medicine hasn't been finished yet!"

"Don't say such stupid things..." Su Xian lay back on his stomach again, buried his face in the pillow, his voice seemed to come from the bottom of the water, "When the time comes, you will..."

The medicinal oil seemed to have been absorbed almost. Zhong Yuncong glanced down at his hands that were stained with the pungent medicinal smell, then straightened his clothes, and then carefully avoided his wounds, leaning his face on his back In the first place, Su Xian had to stop with the soft policy.

Not only did he wear filters on his eyes, but he probably even installed a filter on his nose—otherwise, how could the smell of Su Xian get out from under his shirt, pass through the layers of the smell of medicine, and spray it on him On his face, it penetrated into his nose soothingly.

It smells like wood soaked in seawater.

"Sorry, I don't want to talk about this...can we change the subject?"

Su Xian's breathing was even, and his body rose and fell slightly. After a while, he took Zhong Yuncong's hand and wrapped his fingers one by one.

"Tell me about the outside world."