[Wearing the Book] The villain is not easy to mess with

Zhang Yu was not at the hospital, and it was Assistant Xiao Lin who came to check on Jiang Yuran.

Jiang Yuran's condition is still not good, the exposed eye is full of bloodshot eyes, cold sweat is seeping through the bandage, it feels wet to the touch as if it was just picked up from the water.

The whole person kept trembling again, huddled in Shen Qian's arms and hugged his head tightly.

Over and over again, he whimpered softly and mechanically: "Don't slap me, it hurts, it hurts..."

Xiao Lin tried to pull him out of Shen Qian's arms, but he couldn't pull him no matter what.

No one knew where a young human boy who looked delicate and weak got so much strength.

Xiao Lin couldn't bear it, and comforted him softly: "Little brother, no one beats you now, don't be afraid, I'm a doctor, and I'm here to help you."

But Jiang Yuran seemed to have heard something bad, and became even more frightened. He shook off his hand and burrowed into Shen Qian's arms, sobbing softly: "Bad guy, go away, don't touch me..."

Shen Qian was so uncomfortable that he was dying.

The unprecedented sense of powerlessness seemed to overwhelm him. Every time the young man cried, his heart twitched. He tried to calm down his tone and straightened the person: "Good boy, just take a look at the doctor. There are no bad people. I am here. I am here." I will protect you, don't be afraid."

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, Jiang Yuran suddenly became quiet.

Through the mist in his pupils, he looked at the man with cold eyes, and soon he didn't know where the strength came from, and pushed away the man he was desperately trying to get close to, crying in frustration: "You didn't."

Shen Qian was startled: "Nothing?"

"...You said that you would protect me, but you didn't." The young man seemed to regain his sanity with great difficulty, but he was in pain.

Shen Qian's heart beat violently, and he moved his lips, but was finally too guilty to say a word.

Jiang Yuran cried even harder, scratching at the bandage on his face, "You didn't protect me, you didn't trust me, you always left me when I was most helpless, you didn't love me at all. Me, you just treat me as a plaything, you can even give me to anyone, including your father!"

"enough!"

Shen Qian roared violently: "Besides, believe me/fuck/you?"

Jiang Yuran lost his voice all of a sudden, and a word of "fucking" caused a huge panic in the unknown. The scene of Shen Yanxu leading the strong man holding various adult toys, like a group of obscene/evil demons, approached him step by step, bit by bit Corrode the mind.

He hated being fucked by others, he was also a man, and he was a pampered and arrogant young master.

But under the coaxing, coaxing, coaxing, coercion and lure of this man, he walked on this road of no return, and it was a mess.

But he never complained, and even when his father was about to die, he still missed him.

Why did things become like this?

Just because of love?

Hearing that he had lost his voice, Shen Qian pressed him on the bed a little rudely, and ordered Xiao Lin in a deep voice: "Check him!"

Xiao Lin was full of melons, and he almost didn't recover. He was stunned before he started the examination, and his face sank following the progress of the examination.

After a while, he took the thermometer from the boy's armpit, his expression full of shock: "My God, the thermometer almost exploded!"

It turns out that on the mercury thermometer, the red line has exceeded the upper limit, and has been extended to the top of the glass tube, as if to puncture the tiny transparent glass tube!

Shen Qian's heart was struck by lightning again.

The voice was hoarse: "The fever is very bad?"

"Well, the current situation is not optimistic. It is estimated that his brain is burned out. I can only inject him with antipyretics. Mr. Shen, if it is convenient for you, pull off the bandage on his back and physically cool him down. Be careful not to let him Water sticks to the wound."

After working for a while, Xiao Lin looked up and saw the gauze on Shen Qian's face, and was slightly taken aback: "Sorry, I forgot that you can't see, I'll call the nurse."

"No, let me come. I don't like people touching him, otherwise I'm afraid I can't help being angry again."

Shen Qian pulled his face down and clenched his fists, as if trying to restrain himself.

Xiaolin didn't dare to say any more, and rang the bell to call for the nurse to bring antipyretics, ice cubes, towels and hot water.

He first injected Jiang Yuran with antipyretics, then taught the man how to use ice cubes and towels, and finally said uneasy: "Well, ring the bell if you have something to do."

After he left, the ward was surprisingly quiet.

In the dark, only Jiang Yuran's shallow breathing line and whimpering from time to time were heard. After the powerful antipyretic medicine was taken, he calmed down a lot and stopped talking nonsense, but he was not at ease in a coma.

Following the method taught by Xiao Lin, Shen Qian felt in the dark and tore off the bandage on his back. The boy's soft body exuded scorching heat, which instantly spread to his fingertips, causing him to shrink his hands instinctively.

It was like being stabbed hard by a little hedgehog full of thorns.

Even the heart seemed to be pierced.

It's a dull pain.

The teenager's dissatisfied cry is still in my ears: You didn't protect me, you didn't trust me, you always left me when I was most helpless, you didn't love me at all, you just treated me as a plaything, You can even give me to anyone, including your father!

"I do not have."

Shen Qian bit his lower lip, and bit by bit tore off the bandages that wrapped the boy, like peeling a hot egg just out of the pan.

Knowing that he couldn't hear at all now, he explained stubbornly, accompanied by the sound of the bandage being torn: "I didn't treat you as a plaything, I never thought of leaving you, and I never didn't love you... "

When the thin and beautiful lips were exposed on the smooth and red back, she gently pressed it, "I'm just not sure whether you love me or not, after all, I'm just blind..."

"I've been trying to act like a normal person, but it's really, really hard."

It was indeed too difficult. The blind man was supposed to be taken care of, but now he had to try his best to take care of a wounded man who was burnt unconscious. Hey, who is to blame?

Shen Qian didn't follow Xiao Lin's method, but took him apart, first cleaned the medicine on it with a towel, and then carefully licked every inch of skin and wounds. Anyway, he couldn't see anything, but There is no such thing as a mouthful.

Moreover, it is very comfortable to lick, and it can also suck the fragrant and sweet blood from the wound, and it can help him heal, so why not do it?

Jiang Yuran felt in a daze that someone was kissing his face, and the wet, hot and soft tip of his tongue slowly slid across his face, tracing his eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips emotionally and deeply, and then reaching down toward his chin, neck, Adam's apple, and collarbone... …

It is crispy, numb and itchy, like a salty and moist wind, and like a sultry electric current, indescribably strange, like a dream.

After tossing and tossing for a whole night, at dawn, the high fever on Jiang Yuran's body finally subsided.

Shen Qian slowly raised his face from his slightly trembling legs, licked the transparent saliva from the corner of his lips, touched the boy's normal body temperature, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

There were too many wounds. Although to him, it was like tasting a feast of delicious food, but the bottom of his heart became more and more uncomfortable. After all, it was his beloved who was pumped like this. Did he not exist?

Although the victim of the violence was his father, it's impossible to just let it go!

He covered the naked boy with a quilt, took out his mobile phone to call Xiaoyi, and called Shen Yanxu, "Hey, Dad, can you come to the hospital? I have something to tell you!"

……

When it was almost dawn, Zhang Yu and his party came to the foot of the active volcano far away from the alien base.

The brilliance of the morning light has not completely penetrated the thickness of the night, the mountains are dim, the shadows of the trees are dancing, the feet are full of black volcanic rocks, the sky and the earth are dense, and there is no starlight. , The sound of the waves kept beating against the reef.

Zhang Yu ordered people to start a carpet search around, hoping to find clues.

Shen Mo couldn't bear it anymore, picked up the bazooka and fired at the distant forest, roaring, "Dirty and smelly monster, get out of here, dad, dad knows you're here!"

This move startled Zhang Yu and the others.

Seeing that he was about to fire a second shot, Zhang Yu hurried forward to stop him, "Shen Mo, why are you crazy?"

"That stinky thing is right here, I can smell him!" Shen Mo ignored his stop and loaded the bazooka with shells again!

He blasted a big hole in the forest in the distance, but fortunately he didn't aim at the forest, otherwise it would easily trigger a mountain fire, which may lead to an active volcano eruption!

"Hold!"

Zhang Yu punched him on the side of the face, and said angrily: "You don't want to die, my brothers and I still want to die, why are you firing randomly?"

Shen Mo's sunglasses were blown away by him, and his whole body was tilted to one side, revealing a pair of red and narrow eyes, with surging water mist faintly visible at the bottom of the pupils.

He was stunned for a moment, then turned his face and shouted at Zhang Yu: "I just want to die with that dirty stinking thing! What?"

Zhang Yu watched him cry, not only showed no pity, but laughed, and raised his eyes to look at him: "Shen Mo, you really look like a mad dog with a disease! With your current IQ, even if you pick him If you can't get a hot lump of shit to eat, and can't find a mother when you're in heat, who else can you die with?"

Shen Mo was completely enraged by him.

Her lips kept trembling, she was too excited to speak: "You, you, you..."

Just when the two of them were quarreling, and they were about to fight, someone suddenly screamed: "Look, there's someone over there!"

Zhang Yu took the opportunity to snatch Shen Mo's bazooka, followed everyone's gaze, and looked into the distance.

It was a mountain that had been washed by magma and collapsed. There was no vegetation around it, and the black rocks collapsed from top to bottom, forming a jagged gully. The magma inside had solidified long ago. Under the darkness of night, it looked like A black ice stretches along the river, glowing with a gloomy luster.

And on a boulder at the top of the ravine, a man was sitting.

He didn't know where he sat for a long time. He only had a ripped white shirt hanging crookedly on his elbows. His two long white legs were slightly curled up. He hugged his knees and buried his face. At the heels of his legs, except for the long hair that was randomly curled up by the lake wind and the torn hem of his shirt, his whole body was as stiff as a corpse that had been deliberately placed there to warn passers-by not to approach him, and he remained motionless.

"Wu Zhide!!!"

Zhang Yu's heart twitched violently, he dropped the bazooka and ran up the ravine!