After being seized by the pillow man

Anseong, No.1 Ministries Hospital.

Yin Yansheng pinched the payment slip, stared at it for a few seconds, then folded it into a square and put it in his pocket.

It was noon at this time, and there were many people in the hospital restaurant. He had just finished eating and was planning to go to the dialysis room.

Grandma's twice-weekly dialysis is done here. Yin Yansheng is familiar with this place, and he has long been used to the smell of disinfectant on the tip of his nose.

From the dining room to the hemodialysis room, you have to go through a long corridor, and now there are wisterias blooming on it, Yin Yansheng has no intention of admiring it, and just wants to wait outside the door quickly.

The smoking area set up by the hospital is here. Yin Yansheng walked through the corridor and stopped when he turned to the right.

Standing in the crowd was a man wearing a slim suit. He was talking with his face sideways at this moment. From Yin Yansheng's angle, he could see a tall nose bridge and a thin lip.

The arc of the jaw line is smooth and clear, and the slender fingers are pinching a white handkerchief to cover the neck. I don't know what to say, and the man behind him shows a panicked expression.

Surrounded by a group of people, all of them were clearly older than him at a glance, but everyone was terrified by the anger on his face, and their faces turned pale in the hot summer.

When he turned his face, it was still the same face, but for some reason, there seemed to be a layer of frost and snow on the eyebrows, and when he looked up, he had a detached and indifferent temperament that was almost arrogant.

Needless to say, keep people away from thousands of miles away.

This look is really different from the previous two meetings.

He only glanced at him a few times, but he didn't expect Xi Han to be so sensitive to his gaze. He looked straight at him, and his eyes were accurately closed.

In the next moment, the chill between his brows dissipated a bit.

He said hello: "Meet you again, kid."

Yin Yan paused: "Hello."

The people present were all human beings, and the people who had been cold like frost and snow just now softened their attitudes and immediately surrounded Yin Yansheng.

A 40-year-old man looked at Yin Yansheng with a smile on his face, and his attitude could be called respect: "Hi sir, Mr. Xi accidentally got hurt today, can you persuade him to see a doctor."

Yin Yansheng felt a little absurd. He didn't know what he had done to give this group of people the illusion that 'he can convince Xi Han'.

He subconsciously looked up at Xi Han, and found that he was still covering his neck with a handkerchief, his brows were wrinkled, and his face was obviously unhappy.

he is injured?

Yin Yansheng's heart was inexplicably tense, and he blurted out, "What's wrong with you? Where are you injured?"

Xi Han paused for a second or two, then removed the veil, and said to Yin Yansheng, "Here."

There was a bruise on the man's slender neck, the size of a longan, and some blood was soaked on it. It was probably a broken capillary, and a trace of red leaked out. There were some hazy blood marks on the white veil.

Well, luckily it's a white veil, if it were a little darker, you wouldn't be able to see anything.

If this kind of injury was placed on Yin Yansheng's body, it wouldn't even deserve a band-aid.

Yin Yansheng breathed a sigh of relief.

But for some reason, the person in front of him covered it with a veil again, looking sleepy.

He immediately thought of the cat he raised when he was a child, a little white cat, who was spoiled and coquettish since he was a child, and later he grew up with the same temperament.

But it's also very coaxing, and it meows again when you touch it.

Yin Yansheng pondered for a while and said, "Then why don't you... just go and have a look, anyway, you've already arrived at the hospital."

Hurry up and have a look, Yin Yansheng said in his heart that it will be better soon, it will be too late.

Xi Han paused for a few seconds, then hooked his lips together: "Okay."

He looked at the crowd behind him: "I'll take a look at it later, if there's nothing wrong, the project will continue."

Yin Yansheng saw the person behind him heaving a sigh of relief, as if the tension had been relaxed, he looked at himself and said thank you sincerely.

Yin Yan fell silent, thinking that it would be very difficult for this degree of injury to happen.

It was only later that he found out that when Xi Han was on the construction site, a steel bar fell from the top and penetrated into the rocks less than one meter away from him, and the broken pebbles splashed on his neck.

It was really close, the steel bar pierced through the back of the head.

He said 'the project will continue if there is nothing wrong', which means that the matter will not be pursued.

But now he doesn't know about it, and there is only one thought in his mind: this man is so delicate.

Call Jiaojiao forget it.

Seeing the crowd leave, Yin Yansheng went to the blood infiltration room.

For four hours, he waited outside, even if he was in a state of confusion, he didn't go in: his grandmother wouldn't let him in.

As soon as the door opened, Yin Yansheng hurriedly got up and went to meet him.

The old man's face is a little yellow, but the edema on his face has disappeared, and his condition looks much better.

Yin Yansheng carefully supported her, and the old man patted his hand reassuringly, "It's okay."

Going out from the hospital gate, a car was parked on the side of the road.

A piece of white gauze was pasted around Xi Han's neck: "I'm idle, I'll see you off."

His eyes fell on the old man, with a polite and friendly smile on his face, which made people feel very comfortable, and he said, "Hi, grandma."

Yin Yansheng's eyes fell on his grandma, and Xi Han said, "Let's go, it's not convenient to take a taxi now."

It was already past four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was scorching hot, and there were many people in the taxi at the entrance of the hospital.

He whispered: "Thank you."

The two sat in the back seat of the car. There was no driver in the car, just the three of them.

Xi Han paused for a moment on the back of Grandma Yin's hand, then looked away and turned off the cold air in the car.

The hospital is about 10 minutes away.

When they got downstairs, Yin Yansheng helped grandma out.

The old man thanked Xi Han, and Xi Han smiled: "You're welcome, grandma."

He heard Yin Yan calling him grandma in the car, but he has changed his name now.

Yin Yansheng's gaze met him, and he quickly looked away.

He helped Grandma Yin upstairs.

Xi Han didn't say he was going home, he had a very good sense of propriety, and he knew exactly what to do when.

He was in the car, lowered the window and rested his elbows on the side of the car, watching Yin Yansheng's figure disappear at the stairs, with a burning cigarette in his hand, he immediately dusted off the ash in a good mood.

This place belongs to the old city, and there is no elevator in the building, but fortunately, Grandma Yin lives on the second floor.

There are twenty steps of stairs, and you will be home when you go up.

Yin Yansheng settled down with grandma, poured another glass of warm water and handed it to the old man.

Grandma Yin said, "Xiaoyan, who was that person just now?"

Yin Yan said: "His name is Xi Han."

He doesn't know who it is.

The old man said, "I see the car parked underneath, is it his?"

Yin Yansheng looked anxiously, and from the window of the room, he could see a white Cayenne parked quietly downstairs.

That is Xi Han's car, he just got off from it.

Yin Yansheng couldn't tell what it was like in his heart for a moment.

He knew that the people in the car were waiting for him.

But he also had a hunch in his heart that if he didn't go down this time, the owner of the car would really never be seen again.

Yin Yan's voice was a little dry: "Grandma, I'll go down and take a look." As he spoke, he looked away, as if he was afraid that others would see something.

After gently locking the door, Yin Yansheng stood at the stairs.

The 20-storey steps usually take only a dozen seconds, and even faster, it takes only a few seconds to go down.

Yin Yansheng just stood there, motionless.

I don't know how long it took, but he walked down the steps step by step, as if what he was walking was not steps, but an unknowable way forward.

The passenger door of the Cayenne was opened, and the person inside said: "Come up."

Yin Yansheng sat up, and he found that his palms were all sweaty.

The people around him reclined their seats and lay down in a relaxed posture. Seeing him getting into the car, there was a smile in their voices: "I thought I had to wait."

In the confined space of the car, Yin Yansheng could smell Xi Han's breath.

It smells like bamboo and wood mixed with tobacco.

All-pervasive, all-in-one drilled into the nasal cavity.

The surroundings were quiet, the man beside him had an outstanding face, his eyes were dignified and indifferent when he looked up, it seemed like a new world inside the car, a new world with only the two of them.

Yin Yansheng was impulsive, he wanted to ask how long this person could wait for him here.

Half an hour?

An hour, or 15 minutes before leaving?

But fortunately, he was still a little sensible, so he didn't say it.

Xi Han took out his phone: "Add a WeChat account."

There is a QR code on the screen, just swipe it lightly and pass it.

Two seconds, no one will care about it in life, it is too... insignificant.

His eyes fell on Xi Han's side face, how many times did the other party have this kind of two seconds.

Yin Yansheng's eyes fell to the front, and he said calmly: "I don't have WeChat, we all use Q."

Xi Han moved, and downloaded another software in front of him. This time, he was not asked to scan the QR code to add friends, but asked for his number, and entered them one by one.

There was a light beep from the phone, it was a new friend request.

Xi Han raised his eyes, with a little smile in his eyes: "It's all right this time, kid."

That smile is like the starry sky after fireworks, and the embers still make people dazzled.

His glance seemed to see through all his thoughts, but he didn't point it out, just indulged him.

Yin Yansheng averted his eyes.

He now understands why some people drink poison to quench their thirst.

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