Discuss at the apex of the villain [Transmigration Book]

"What's wrong with you?" Ning Jiayou faintly sensed Yan Shuo's strangeness.

Yan Shuo gritted his teeth: "...It's fine."

"Do you want another pack of chili powder? If you don't want it, I'll eat it?" Ning Jiayou held the root of all evil the size of a postage stamp, his eyes full of anticipation.

"No." Yan Shuo watched him happily add a bag full of chili powder, and thought that he was so confused that he ordered the same type without even asking about the taste.

Ning Jiayou was so hungry that he quickly ate half a bowl of rice noodles.Looking back, Yan Shuo didn't touch his second chopsticks for a long time, and asked suspiciously, "Don't you like it?"

"No." Yan Shuo's face turned dark, he couldn't say he didn't like the things he ordered.

Ning Jiayou remembered that Yan Shuo's diet had always been bland, and realized a very important question: "Can't you eat spicy food?"

"Enough to eat." Yan Shuo's tongue was so hot that it hurt, but a real man couldn't say no.

Ning Jiayou breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I don't worry. Eat it quickly, it won't taste good when it's cold." After speaking, he lowered his head and slurped the rice noodles, not to mention how delicious it was.

Yan Shuo looked at the bowl of beef rice noodles with red chilli powder floating in front of him, and picked up his chopsticks as if he was dead.

Half an hour later, Ning Jiayou finished eating the rice noodles, held the iced mung bean soup happily, and swiped his phone in the heating room.There was still half a bowl of Yan Shuo's rice noodles left, but the mung bean soup in his hand had already been finished while he was cooling down.

Apart from the burning pain in his mouth, he had no other sensations, but Ning Jiayou refused to leave, and Yan Shuo couldn't find the stairs.

The tip of the tongue was already numb with pain, and the rice noodles in the bowl seemed no longer as spicy as before.

After Ning Jiayou urged him to eat quickly for the third time, Yan Shuo went all out and quickly finished the remaining rice noodles.

Ning Jiayou, who had long wanted to slip away but didn't dare, packed up the takeaway box and threw it into the big trash can outside.

When he returned to the lounge, Yan Shuo was clutching his chest with an ugly expression.

"Boss Yan, what's the matter with you?" Ning Jiayou hurried over and asked.

"It's okay." Yan Shuo's face was as pale as paper, and his lips, which had been rosy from eating spicy food just now, were bloodless at the moment.

"What's wrong with you?" Ning Jiayou forcefully broke away Yan Shuo's hand, and pressed down on the place he just covered, "Is it here?"

The young man's white hand was pressed in front of him, pointing to his stomach that was constantly throbbing.Big cold sweat oozes from Yan Shuo's forehead, and with his slight nod, it slips down to his chin.

Ning Jiayou's heart skipped a beat, and he wiped off his cold sweat with his sleeve, and asked nervously, "You don't have stomach problems, do you?"

Yan Shuo raised his eyes and squinted at him: "I am the one who is sick, what are you afraid of?" His voice was hoarse, but his tone was still arrogant.

Ning Jiayou was in a hurry: "If you have a stomach problem, you can't follow me to eat spicy and cold food. You wait, I will go downstairs to find Dr. Meng to get you medicine."

He turned around and ran towards the door, but when he opened the door, Yan Shuo suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood behind him.Bright red blood flowed down the cracks of his fingers covering his mouth, and fell on the camel-colored windbreaker, smearing a shocking red.

Ning Jiayou hurriedly carried Yan Shuo to the bed, pushed him out, and called Meng Jun at the same time: "Dr. Meng, Mr. Yan suspects gastric bleeding. Which floor is the internal medicine department on?"

Meng Jun's voice was hurried and the background was noisy: "On the second floor. How is Mr. Yan? There was a serious car accident just now, and everyone was trying to rescue the injured. You have to go to the emergency department to get a doctor."

"I'll do as long as I come. You can send me a copy of Yan Shuo's case." Ning Jiayou pressed the button on the second floor, tested the temperature of his palm, unbuttoned the first two buttons of Yan Shuo's shirt, and rubbed his cold palm. Entering his chest-front, covering his heart.

Yan Shuo, who was about to pass out due to vomiting blood, was stimulated by the coolness and suddenly woke up: "What are you doing?"

He wanted to grab Ning Jiayou's hand, but he didn't expect that the obedient and obedient person in front of him would grab his hand instead, and comforted him softly: "There is no cold water bag, so use my hand to make do with it. Don't worry, I won't You're going to get into trouble. Take it easy and lie on your side, not your back."

Ning Jiayou pushed Yan Shuo's body with the other hand, keeping him lying on his side.From a distance, it looks like he is hugging Yan Shuo.

Yan Shuo's consciousness was up and down, and Ning Jiayou's voice kept ringing in his ears, but he still couldn't hear what he was saying.In a haze, he could only see the anxious face of the young man and the appearance of him bending over to protect himself under the wings.

He has been rampaging in this hellish world alone for so many years, and this is the first time someone is protecting him.

Even if this person is so overreaching in his eyes.

"Ning Jiayou..."

Yan Shuo's lips moved, but no sound came out.The words of encouragement from the young man in his ear gradually disappeared, Yan Shuo's last trace of guard disappeared, and he lost consciousness.

……

When he woke up, he was in an outpatient room of internal medicine.

Yan Shuo's body was covered with a quilt, and the blood on his hands had been cleaned up and was being dripped.At the same time, the arm is sore, and other emergency medicines should be injected.

Ning Jiayou was sitting in front of the computer with his back turned to him, focusing on browsing his electronic medical records.

"Does it look good?" Yan Shuo said suddenly, he hated seeing the words about disability in the medical records.

Ning Jiayou was taken aback by his cold voice. When he saw him wake up, a smile appeared on his face again: "How do you feel? Does your stomach still hurt?"

"What do you think? Can it be cured?" Yan Shuo said mockingly. He had been disappointed too many times, and he hated being given false hopes.

Ning Jiayou's mind was full of Yan Shuo's diagnosis report, and he didn't notice the sarcasm in his words, thinking seriously: "Your legs have neurological problems, not a complete bone fracture, there is a possibility of healing."

Too many people have said the same thing, only to fail every time.They failed and left, leaving him alone in the abyss of despair.

Yan Shuo's face was gloomy and he didn't make a sound.

Ning Jiayou flipped through the electronic medical records and analyzed for him, "The diagnosis report said that you still have internal sensation in your legs, and the pain is pain, which means that the nerves are not completely necrotic."

"It's possible to be cured?" Yan Shuo's voice was low, and he couldn't hear any emotion.

Ning Jiayou carefully searched for the knowledge in his mind, and said cautiously: "I can't guarantee it, but I want to give it a try."

Yan Shuo's expression was indifferent: "If you can't cure it, your leg will be broken."

Ning Jiayou:? ? ?

"Boss Yan, don't you need to be so heartless?"

"You asked for it." Yan Shuo gave him a sideways glance, got up and pulled out the needle on the back of his hand, trying to leave but couldn't find his own wheelchair, "Where's the wheelchair?"

"Still upstairs, I didn't go up after I sent you down. You lie down for a while, this bottle of water must be hung up." Ning Jiayou grabbed Yan Shuo's arms and pushed him back to the original place. The young man's thin body Standing in front of him, just like Ning Jiayou's appearance when he rescued him when his stomach bleeds.

Yan Shuo was stunned for a moment: "What did you say then?"

Ning Jiayou was puzzled: "When?"

"When you send me down."

"Forgot, it shouldn't be something important." Ning Jiayou took it lightly, took out a brand new disposable medical device from the medicine cabinet, and gave Yan Shuo another injection.

When wiping off the disinfectant alcohol, he said habitually, "Don't watch it if you're afraid." His tone was gentle as if coaxing a child.

"How old will I be?" Yan Shuo looked down and saw Ning Jiayou's short natural curly hair coiled into short arcs on the top of his head, and he remembered him in the sunset that day.

"No matter how old you are, getting a needle hurts." After Ning Jiayou finished speaking, Yan Shuo felt a sharp pain on the back of his hand.Seeing that he didn't even frown, Ning Jiayou couldn't help admiring, "As expected of Mr. Yan, that's great."

Hearing his exaggerated, coaxing tone, Yan Shuo's gloomy mood improved: "It's a pity you didn't go to the pediatrics department."

"Genius can shine and glow no matter where it is, it doesn't matter if it's a pity or a pity." Ning Jiayou threw the discarded needles into the yellow trash can in the corner, and told Yan Shuo, "I'm going to help you get the wheelchair and medicine now, you just lie down and don't want it." Move around. Call me if you have anything to do, Zhou Ze didn’t check his phone before the meeting, I’ve already sent him a message, and he’ll be there in a while.”

"Where's Meng Jun?" Yan Shuo asked.

"I'm still saving people in the emergency department. A lot of people were injured in the car accident today. I will go to help when Zhou Ze arrives."

Yan Shuo glanced at the clock on the wall, it was already past four in the afternoon, and Ning Jiayou was here with him for a full three hours.

He couldn't tell what it was like, and called Ning Jiayou who was about to go out: "If I die here, you won't have my leg broken just because you can't cure me."

Ning Jiayou suddenly realized: "That's right."

Yan Shuo's eyes darkened slightly.

Ning Jiayou heaved a long sigh full of regret, "But as an outstanding new socialist youth, my conscience does not allow me to do this. Mr. Yan, you should stop thinking about breaking my legs. Only when I am healthy can I be wholeheartedly Dedicated to the cause of medicine, even if you can't be cured, you can still provide top-notch care for you all your life, don't you think?"

He didn't forget to give Yan Shuo a wink after he finished speaking, the bright light in his eyes seemed to slip into Yan Shuo's heart at this very moment.

"Forever?" Yan Shuo asked.

"Well, a lifetime is a lifetime, and one minute or one second less is not considered a lifetime!" Ning Jiayou said more firmly than Cheng Dieyi.

Breaking his leg was already much better than feeding sharks. In order to survive in this world, he had to continue to improve Yan Shuo's favorability.

"I'll make a note of it." Yan Shuo turned over and lay on his side facing the wall, his thin lips slightly curved with his back facing Ning Jiayou.

When Zhou Ze arrived, Ning Jiayou also brought the wheelchair and medicine.

"This is the diagnosis report I wrote on my doctor's account. Yan always has a history of stomach problems, and he needs to pay special attention to his diet. This is a new recipe. You can arrange his diet according to what I wrote." Ning Jiayou instructed a lot, After confirming that Zhou Ze had written it down, he went to the emergency department to help.

Zhou Ze poured a cup of hot water for Yan Shuo in fear, "Fortunately, you are fine. When I was buying beef and rice noodles, I specifically asked Dr. Meng, and he said that there is no problem, so I..."

"It has nothing to do with beef powder." Yan Shuo sounded in a good mood, and after asking about Zhou Ze's work, he suddenly ordered, "Go and find Ning Jiayou's counselor."

There are some things that Ning Jiayou doesn't care about, Yan Shuo helps him care about them.