Stop taking medicine, eat candy

Fu Huai's treatment notes:

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Symptom name: squeamish bag

Disease number: A-VIII

World number: 09

Main symptoms: Lu Yan is afraid of pain.

Hazard class: II

Treatment: accompany him, kiss him, don't let him get hurt.

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"Hey, Lu Yan!"

"Lu Yan!" A tall boy shouted at Lu Yan.

Lu Yan froze for a moment, watching the basketball hit straight at his head as if watching the camera in slow motion, he subconsciously blocked it with his hand, and fell to the ground obliquely.There was a buzzing sound in his head, and he slowly sat up with his worn hands supporting his body, watching the originally gray and rough ground slowly smudge a little red.

The pain was sensitively transmitted to the brain through the nerves, and Lu Yan's tears immediately fell on the broken skin on the palm of his hand, leaving a white mark, and red blood seeped out from the white mark, as if he was about to die. The slime left after the mussels were torn from their shells abruptly.

The boy who lost the ball just now ran over and took a look at him.

"It turns out that I really can cry." The corners of his mouth curled up restrainedly, "It's just such a small injury, and she's as delicate as a woman."

Lu Yan hugged his knees and wept a little sobbing, big tears fell down like he didn't want money.

Even if he blocked it with his hand in time, his brain is still a little noisy now, and a large piece of skin was scratched on the palm and elbow of his left hand.

The teacher came over to inquire about the situation and asked the boy to accompany Lu Yan to the infirmary.

"I'm sorry. It's just a small injury. I'm fine." Lu Yan tried to stand up, tears fell down his neck.

The boy stretched out his hand half a meter away from him, seeing that he didn't intend to answer it, he quickly took it back, walked forward with his trousers pocket in his sportswear, and looked aside at the teacher at the gate of the stadium.

"I'll keep playing, you're on your own, okay?"

Lu Yan nodded and left alone, he clearly heard laughter from behind.

"Did you really cry?"

"Yes, I cried miserably."

"He even apologized to me, SB."

"Hey, did he have the wrong birth? He can cry without a woman."

"Fun."

"He's just a nerd, squeamish."

Lu Yan's tears fell quietly again. He actually didn't want to be so coquettish, but his nervous system was different from others since he was a child. Others felt it was just the sting of a hair being ripped off. His body would turn into sharp pains like needle pricks, like the slight pain of others scratching the skin. In his view, it was like someone was gouging out a piece of his flesh with a knife.

However, he was not seriously injured. He didn't know how to tell others that he was different, so he could only keep silent, and was tacitly regarded as a coquettish person who made a fuss because of a small injury.

The infirmary is not far away, perhaps because of the class, it is empty inside, only a doctor in a white coat is sitting in it, copying something with his back straight, his slightly curly chestnut hair looks very young, if it is not because of With the clothes on his body, Lu Yan might recognize him as his peers.

"Ah, did you hurt your hand?" The doctor put down the pen in his hand and asked in a warm voice.

Lu Yan nodded, tried hard to control his tears but failed.

"Come here." The doctor stood up, and Lu Yan moved a little closer as he said.He suddenly noticed that the doctor in front of him had a pair of bright and narrow eyes, the color of which was as light as honey mixed with water under the sunlight.

"Closer." He moved again.

"Close your eyes."

Lu Yan blinked and closed his eyes obediently, his eyelashes wetly stuck to his lower eyelids.

He thought the doctor was going to give him medicine.

However, a gentle touch came from his tear-filled cheeks, from under his eyes to the tip of his crying red nose, then the corners of his mouth and chin.

"It must be very painful." The deep male voice said.

There was a faint smell of disinfectant from his body, which was clean and sober. Lu Yan saw his shadow cast in front of him through his eyelids, and he looked very gentle.

His eyelashes couldn't help trembling, and he whimpered like a child.

"I'm sorry." He squatted on the ground and used his other hand to cover his disobedient eyes in a panic.

"Hug, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Woo..." Lu Yan started crying again.

The doctor smiled lightly and squatted down with him.

"You didn't do anything wrong. Why do you keep apologizing?"

Lu Yan glanced at him blankly, the corners of his eyes were thickly red.

"I...I've made a mess in here," he said.

"It's all right," said the doctor.

"If it makes you feel better, you can do anything here."

"Now tell me, what are you still apologizing for?"

Lu Yan looked at him mistyly through a layer of mist, and it took a long time before he spoke.

"I hurt myself."

"Did you hurt yourself on purpose?"

"No, it's not."

"Did you just want to cry yourself?"

"Not at all."

The doctor suddenly hugged him loosely, as if embracing a thin deer that suddenly appeared from the early morning in the forest or the thin clouds on the ridge that were about to disperse at any time, and he patted his back lightly .

"Then you don't have to apologize, either to me or to anyone else."

"Even if you can't avoid the harm from this world, you have to distinguish clearly which are other people's mistakes and which are your own mistakes, and you have to correct your own mistakes, but you can't do anything about others' mistakes.

Don't punish yourself for someone else's mistakes.Always protect yourself, because you must be the most priceless treasure in the eyes of some people. "

The doctor stood up, took off his mask, and smiled at him.

"Now, let me give you the medicine."

Lu Yan felt his heart palpitate for a while, and the tremor spread from the top of his head to his toes, shaking him into an involuntarily trembling string leaning on the piano stand.

Heart pounding, do you really only need a moment to smile?

And how long does it take to fall in love with someone?

Lu Yan didn't know the answers to these two questions, but since then, he has no longer resisted going to the infirmary, and the weekly physical education class has changed from fear to anticipation, because he can use the healing power of the wound Reason sneaks out of class to find him.

Lu Yan knew his name, Fu Huai, from the duty list at the door of the infirmary.

Fu Huai, Fu Huai, Fu Huai.

sounds so good.

How could there be such a beautiful name in the world.

Sometimes he would think of his name when he was writing a math problem, and he would laugh when he thought about it. Bubbles come out.

There is no way, he really likes Fu Huai.

I like it very much.

"Fu Huai." A small voice came from outside the window.

Fu Huai stopped writing, walked to the window, opened the hinged window, and saw a boy in school uniform holding a large bouquet of pink flowers and smiling shyly at him.

He stuffed the flowers into his arms through the window.

The pink sky full of stars filled Fu Huai's arms, with a faint fragrance.

"Where do you get the flowers in winter?" Fu Huai asked him.

He touched the flower, it was half-wet and not dry, and the pink bones trembled gently under his fingertips.

"Flowers are not allowed in the infirmary, I have no place to put them."

Lu Yan didn't speak, just looked at him, smiled for a while, then lowered his head, and ran into the infirmary to look for him.

He stretched out the arm of his left hand, and the white and tender skin looked even more shocking with a large bruise on it, making Fu Huai frown.

He put the flowers aside, put on gloves and took his hand.

Lu Yan's hand also trembled, his ten fingers slowly closed, and he quietly grabbed one of his palms.

"Why did you hurt yourself again?" Fu Huai didn't notice his small movements, and shook his head disapprovingly.

"Didn't everyone tell you to protect yourself?" He nagged and rubbed the bruise on his arm gently with his ointmented hand.

"Does it hurt?"

"No, it doesn't hurt." Lu Yan blinked at him nervously.

He leaned a little closer, the dark gray tie at the collar was dangling in front of his eyes, and there were three buttons on his white coat, which was small, transparent, and looked very cute.Lu Yan wanted to pick it with his hands, but he finally held back.

Fu Huai's hands were very hot, even with a layer of plastic gloves on, he could still feel the warmth of his palms, which was a temperature completely different from his body temperature.

Are the doctor's hands so slender, white and powerful? Although they are tightly grasping his arm, the strength of rubbing is gentle. His eyes are focused on his arm, and his eyelashes are long and slightly curly.

Lu Yan's face slowly turned red, and his eyes were also red, covered in a layer of mist, which fell off in a blink of an eye.

"Don't, don't move that, it hurts."

"Good, bear with me."

"Woo...it hurts."

"Knead it and it'll be fine."

"I'm in pain, Fu Huai, don't move, okay?"

"do not move."

Lu Yan just looked at him with red eyes, and raised his hand like a doll for him to play with.

After finally wiping off the wound, he immediately withdrew his hand, hid it behind his back and took a few steps back.

Fu Huai knocked him on the head, "Do you know it hurts? Will you hurt yourself next time?"

Lu Yanxu stared at his buttons, "I didn't hurt myself on purpose...it was just an accident."

Fu Huai raised his eyebrows.

"It turned out to be an accident. Then I will try harder next time, so I won't stop."

"Don't... it's still light, light."

"Aren't you in pain? It's so hard to do it yourself."

Tears welled up in Lu Yan's eyes.

"Actually, it hurts a little bit, just a little bit."

He immediately raised his eyes, "But when I think of seeing you when I'm hurt, I'm very happy. Don't blame me, okay? I...I..."

"you like me?"

"Um……?"

"no!"

"But I like you, what should I do? Seeing you hurt, I feel very uncomfortable. It is even more uncomfortable than my own injury."

Lu Yan raised his head in a daze, and slowly spit out a puzzled monosyllabic word.

"Hey?"

Fu Huai covered his chest with his hand.

"So, promise me that you won't hurt yourself again, okay? Just feel sorry for me and don't make me sad again."

It was only then that Lu Yan came back to his senses, his eyes sparkled, and he awkwardly leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.

"Okay, then I promise you."

"Really?"

"Ah."

"Don't lie to me?"

"Do not lie to you."

"Then kiss me."

"Chirp!"

"So nice."

If you have a lover who is afraid of pain and loves to cry...

Then pamper him and don't let him get hurt.

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World No. 09, the treatment is complete.