After living with a straight man, I became a menswear boss

As soon as the old doctor in the village put down his bowl, he was startled by someone who broke into the house through the rain.

He patted his beating heart and recognized the person: "It's Ci boy, come back to see your Aunt Chen again?"

Before Yu Ci could reply, his eyes fell on the person in Yu Ci's arms, and his eyebrows frowned: "Oh, what's wrong?"

"Uncle Miao." Yu Ci nodded at him, and put the person in his arms on the hospital bed at the back of the house: "Please take a look for me, he has a fever."

Uncle Miao washed his hands, took out another thermometer and handed it to Yu Ci: "Take a temperature and take it out after 3 minutes."

Yu Ci stuffed the thermometer, turned around, and threw a towel on him.

Uncle Miao handed another towel to Yu You: "Wipe off the water, you two are wet, don't wait until all three of you fall ill."

Holding the towel, Yu You murmured his thanks.

Uncle Miao waved his hands indifferently, looked at Yu Ci, and frowned, "You're such a big man, why don't you know how to measure it? Why didn't you have an umbrella when it rained so hard?"

Yu You wiped his face with a towel, and said in a low voice, "It's too late."

It was because he was always looking after the person in his arms, the umbrellas covered them from the rain, but most of his body was exposed outside.

No wonder it's not wet.

Yu Ci didn't explain, he stared at the person on the bed with a sullen face: "Uncle Miao, please show him."

"Don't be in a hurry, boy." Miao Uncle glanced at the person on the bed, and he was nimbly preparing the IV: "We have to wait until my old man prepares the medicine."

Look at this anxious look, boy Ci must have been stumped.

The old-fashioned wall clock on the wall was ticking in circles.

Almost as soon as the time was up, Yu Ci's eyes quickly turned to Uncle Miao: "Is it all right?"

Uncle Miao didn't look up, he took out the injection needle from the medicine drawer: "It's ok, take it out."

38.7°C.

high fever.

Yu Ci reached out to touch his face, and the temperature was indeed higher than before.

Uncle Miao walked over with the medicine bottle and syringe, and looked at the thermometer: "38.7°C? This is a bit high."

While inserting the needle into the back of Shijin's hand, he asked, "Why did you have a fever? Did you catch a cold or...?"

Uncle Miao didn't say the following words, he glanced at Yu Ci: "The injection I gave him is an antipyretic injection. If the fever is not caused by catching a cold, then another anti-inflammatory injection is needed."

Yu Ci didn't understand his subtext, so he stretched out his hand to tuck up the quilt on Shijin's body, and replied: "It's raining, I should have caught a cold."

"That's it." Uncle Miao's tone was somewhat regretful for some reason: "Then you stay here and guard him. I'll go upstairs and grab two pieces of herbal medicine. You can take them back later and let him use them in the bath when he takes a bath at night. .”

"it is good."

Uncle Miao disappeared at the corner of the stairs with his somewhat stooped back.

Yu You put the wiped towel on the table beside him, looked at Yu Ci, hesitating what to call himself: "That..."

The person beside the bed didn't look back: "Yu Ci."

Yu You hesitated for two seconds, then walked to the bedside: "Yu, Brother Yu Ci, do you want to change your clothes?"

His eyes stayed on the person in front of him for two seconds: "Your clothes are a little wet, you might catch a cold if you don't change them."

What he said was actually conservative. It was more than a little wet, it was all wet.

Yu You felt that if he went up and twisted it now, he would probably be able to wring out a handful of water.

The lights in the room were bright, and the wet clothes were particularly conspicuous.

Yu Ci pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Then please help me watch him for a while, I will be back soon."

Yu You nodded naturally: "Okay."

Yu You originally thought that it would take twenty to ten minutes for Yu Ci to drive back and change clothes.

But before his butt warmed up the bench under him, the man came back.

Yu You looked at the slightly ill-fitting clothes on him, and guessed that he didn't go back to the inn, but asked Uncle Miao to borrow the clothes and came back in a hurry.

He moved the bench and took two steps back, giving up the seat beside the bed, and explained the movement when Yu Ci left by the way: "Just now he moved a few times, as if he was about to lift the quilt, and I covered it back again. .”

Yu Ci looked at the flow rate of the drip, and reached out to lower the speed.

It will take at least an hour for this bottle of potion to be finished. He looked down at the time, then turned to look at the boy sitting beside him with his cheeks on his hands: "It will take a while, do you want to go back first?"

"Ah?" Yu You was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "It's okay, I'll wait together, it's raining outside, you won't be able to go back later, I'll just stay and drive for you."

Since he said so, Yu Ci would naturally not refuse.

"Brother Yu Ci." Yu You said, "Are you from this village?"

"No." Yu Ci looked at Shi Jin's flushed face, and reached out to touch it.

The temperature seems to have dropped a bit.

He was relieved.

"Aunt Chen at the inn is my godmother, and I come here to see her every year."

Yu You nodded suddenly: "That's it."

He still wanted to speak, but his eyes fell silent when he touched the bedside.

Yu Ci washed a towel and wrung it dry, and was wiping the face of the person on the bed.

The young man on the bed frowned as if he wanted to avoid the towel. He rested his limp hand on the man's palm, grasped it twice with his fingers randomly, then stretched his brows, and fell asleep while dragging one of the man's fingers.

Sitting on the side of Yu Ci, Yu You couldn't see the man's expression, but saw that he seemed to be stunned, and then the corners of his mouth curved up slightly.

Like laughing?

He shook his head, and when he looked over again, Yu Ci was already sitting by the bed, his expression didn't seem to have changed.

Maybe he was wrong, Yu You thought.

But what happened next made him feel that he should have read right just now.

He originally thought that Yu Ci would pull his hand away after the young man fell asleep, but until most of the liquid in the bottle was gone, he still sat on the edge of the bed in an awkward motion of being grabbed by one index finger, holding the hand with his free right hand. Tap on the phone and answer two calls from time to time.

Even though he was already so busy, he still didn't pull away the dragged left hand.

Yu You blinked, and silently stuffed himself into the chair.

how to say?

He felt like he had been stuffed with dog food.

The transparent medicinal liquid flows at a constant speed, and the drip bottle will soon bottom out.

Shi Jin woke up at this time.

He opened his eyes and stared at the strange ceiling, the bitter aroma of herbs lingered in his nose, and his chaotic brain was not yet fully awake.

Perhaps it was because the bowl of ginger soup before going to bed left a deep impression on him, but Shi Jin's consciousness was still stuck on the bowl of spicy ginger syrup this morning.

He moved his lips.

Yu You leaned over when he opened his eyes. He bent down and brought his ears closer: "What did you say? Sugar? Hot? Soup?"

He racked his brains trying to put together a few words but failed, so he backed away in embarrassment: "Then what, I don't understand what you said, brother Yu Ci went back to get you a coat, why don't you wait and follow me?" He said."

Shi Jin woke up when he spoke.

His gaze moved, and he landed on the drip bottle that was about to bottom out, knowing that he was probably sent to the clinic in the village.

Yu You followed his gaze to look at the drip bottle, and found that the medicine was about to run out, so he hurriedly walked behind the curtain: "Uncle Miao, the injection is about to be finished."

Uncle Miao was wearing a pair of presbyopic glasses, and was writing a prescription on the table.

Hearing the movement, he walked out, pulled out the hanging needle inserted in the back of his hand for Shijin, and pressed it with a cotton swab: "Come on, hold it for 3 minutes."

Shi Jin obeyed and pressed it.

Uncle Miao took the opportunity to stuff a thermometer into him again: "Clamp it, don't drop it."

Afraid that he would be bored, Yu You pulled the chair and sat closer: "Hi, we met this morning. My name is Yu You and I'm here for a tour."

Shi Jin held the thermometer between his hands and pressed the cotton swab, the movement was not convenient, so he could only nod his head: "Hello, Shi Jin."

"I checked the weather forecast before I came, and I came here after seeing that the weather forecast said that it would not rain for the next few days. It turned out that it was raining so heavily, so I don't know what else to do here." Yu You said. Sighing: "Before I came here, I thought that I might be able to visit Tumiao Spring, but judging by the weather now, I probably won't be able to."

Shi Jinlai did not mention this in the scenic spots he checked before, so he paused and asked, "Tu Miao Spring?"

"Yes, Tumiao Spring."

Yu You smiled with embarrassment: "I also heard from the elders in my family. I don't know whether it is true or not."

"The back mountain where Qingliu Village relies on is steep. In addition, decades ago, this area was contested by us and the country X next door. There have been more than a dozen wars, large and small, and countless people have died,"

"I heard that blood flowed all over the mountain at that time, soaking the soil on the mountain red, and it rained all the year round in the village, and there were many obstacles in the forest. It was generally difficult for people who entered the mountain to get out. Rumors spread that there are ghosts and ghosts haunting the back mountain of Qingliu Village, and Qingliu Village has become famous like this, and most of the tourists who come to visit also come because of this rumor.”

Shi Jin lowered his eyelids, his eyes were thoughtful.

He had seen this rumor when he was looking for information, but he got into the car soon after that, and he didn't continue to read the following content.

"As for the Tumiao Spring..." Yu You shrank back, "I heard that this is the burial site of the soldiers who died in battle after the war, and somehow it became a spring.

He looked left and right, and lowered his voice mysteriously: "Just before I came, I heard that when someone went up the mountain, he saw wandering ghosts near Tumiao Spring."

"Hey, what are you talking about here, kid?"

Uncle Miao came out with the packed medicine bag, and spit angrily: "It's okay, don't listen to these rumors, the back mountain is indeed a bit steep, but talking about ghosts and ghosts is all nonsense."

"If there are really some harmful ghosts in this back mountain, can our Qingliu Village survive until now?"

Yu You patted his head and laughed a few times.

Uncle Miao didn't bother with him, he walked up to Shi Jin, and made sure the needle had stopped the bleeding: "Okay, take out the thermometer and have a look."

Shi Jin pursed her lips and took out the thermometer.

"Yeah." Uncle Miao glanced at the thermometer: "The fever is gone, go back and keep warm and don't get caught in the rain."

Yu Ci just heard this sentence when he walked in the door.

He closed the door to prevent the outside wind from blowing in: "Okay, I'll keep an eye on him."

Shi Jin watched him not moving.

Yu Ci raised his eyebrows, and joked habitually: "What? Did you find that your dear roommate is shining handsomely at the moment?"

Based on his understanding of his roommate, he would definitely not follow his jokes.

as predicted--

"No."

Shi Jin paused for two seconds, her thin white eyelids closed: "I was just thinking about one thing."

Yu Ci put the coat he brought on Shi Jin's body, and when he heard that, he raised his head: "What?"

"Ginger soup."

Ginger soup?

Yu Ci raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong with Jiang Tang?"

His fingers unconsciously rubbed against the corner of his face, and he lowered his eyelashes.

"Ginger soup...drink it for nothing."

He obviously had no expression on his face, and his voice was shallow, but everyone present could inexplicably hear some... grievances from his words?

The author says:

Shi Zai: Wronged.