Rebirth: The Shura Field of the Two Slag Gongs

Zhou Yancheng leaned against the hospital bed with his upper body naked as if it had been splashed with colorful paint,

With an unlovable look on his face, He Yan stood aside with his chest folded, watching the doctor examine him.

Zhou Yancheng tried his best to wink at the doctor, but the doctor was a little dull, and said very honestly: "Fortunately, there is no internal injury, just hang some water to relieve the inflammation, and then rub these medicines on time to let the injury subside."

He Yan nodded, and the doctor went out first.

There were only two people left in the room, Zhou Yancheng half covered his face pitifully: "Yanyan, I'm in so much pain!"

He Yan laughed back angrily: "You still have the face to sell miserably? You have done such a wicked thing, it would be polite if Shen Qun didn't stab you!"

Zhou Yancheng turned his head angrily: "When I hit him, I was bullying others, and when he hit me, it was justified! I deserved it if I was beaten to death!"

"Yes!" He Yan was not polite.

At this time, the nurse came in with the treatment tray.

He Yan nodded politely: "Please hang up the water for him."

"Don't hang up!" Zhou Yancheng's eyes slanted and his nose slanted, and then he made such an annoyed expression that He Yan couldn't bear to look directly at him.

"Don't hang up and pull down." He Yan turned to leave.

"Hang up!" Zhou Yancheng said anxiously, "You come back first—"

He Yan turned around, and the nurse quickly took the opportunity to hook up Zhou Yancheng's drip, and took out the medicine to give him medicine.

"I don't want you to apply the potion on me!" Zhou Yancheng said in disgust, and squinted at He Yan.

He Yan shrugged: "The nurse doesn't need to apply it to him, and people with rough skin and thick flesh don't need to apply medicine."

The nurse pursed her lips and suppressed a smile, packed her things and went out.

"Is that why you can't see me?" Zhou Yancheng was really wronged, and sourness welled up in his eyes. The main reason was that his mouth was also full of scars, and even speaking was twitching in fucking pain.

He fought with Shen Qun, no matter how bloody and bloody he was, he didn't feel pain, but He Yan's attitude towards him made him feel more painful than those fists, feet and sticks.

He Yan said coolly: "You are hypocritical! You have done your own crimes and you can't live."

Having said that, He Yan still wandered around Zhou Yancheng's upper body, and saw that there were many scars on his arms and shoulders that had obviously been hit by sticks, He Yan frowned.

"Did Shen Qun hit you with a steel pipe?" He Yan asked.

"He didn't just hit me with a steel pipe!" Zhou Yancheng straightened his back and complained, "He dragged me to the edge of the roof, trying to push me down!"

"Then have you been pushed down?" He Yan narrowed his eyes with a sharp expression, "When I came up, you pressed him and beat him!"

"I don't fucking resist and wait for him to kill me!" Zhou Yancheng yelled violently.

He Yan sneered, his voice trembling with anger: "Shen Qun has injuries on his body, his face is intact, only his forehead is broken, do you dare to say that you didn't do it on purpose? You didn't provoke him, Shen Qun would do such a thing?! "

He Yan pointed at Zhou Yancheng with a trembling finger: "Zhou Yancheng! You can only bully such idiots as Shen Qun! With your skill, if you didn't do it on purpose, Shen Qun could beat your face like this? You put it on Shen Qun. A lot of black hands have been done, right? Do you think I don’t know if you hit a place where you can’t see it?”

Zhou Yancheng felt guilty, his eyes flickered, how did He Yan see through it so quickly?Is this kid with sharp eyes or a roundworm in his stomach? I can't hide my heart in front of him.

His momentum was half poked: "Then...then he really wants to get me off the roof..."

"you deserve it!"

Zhou Yancheng puffed his mouth, and the veins on his forehead were popping: "You...you are too biased, He Yan...Shen Qun beat me up like this, don't you feel sorry for me...do I not deserve your heartache at all?"

He Yan said coldly: "You are really worthless!"

Zhou Yancheng was so angry that he choked on his chest and couldn't lift it up, his brows were beating wildly with anger.

He Yan said unhappily: "You know what you have done yourself, are they all done by humans? I really don't understand, where did you get so much bad water in your stomach?"

"If I'm a good person," Zhou Yancheng stared at him stubbornly, with a childlike innocence on his face, "would you like to be with me?"

"If you were a good person, at least I wouldn't hate you so much."

Zhou Yancheng lowered his head, He Yan thought that he was angry with himself again, but Zhou Yancheng choked out a sentence: "I don't know how to be a good person, but I can do as little as possible to do bad things."

He Yan resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and said sincerely: "Based on your distorted view of the eighteen bends of the mountain road, I don't think you can correctly define what is a 'bad thing', right?"

"Things that make you unhappy are bad things-I still understand this."

He Yan was startled, and sighed: "Then you never bully Shen Qun, the things you do to him will not make me happy."

Zhou Yancheng's eyes quickly clouded with mist, and he turned his head unwillingly and aggrieved, his throat was choked, and his ending trembled slightly: "So you hit me because of him...Yanyan, you can't do this to me...you can't, for the sake of Shen The group treated me like this..."

Zhou Yancheng can tolerate anything, only He Yan's almost partial defense of Shen Qun makes him unacceptable.

He Yan can beat him however he likes, but he can't accept it for Shen Qun.

He Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he was absent-minded for a while.

Although the heating in the ward was adequate, it was still very cold in such a naked body, Zhou Yancheng sneezed hard.

He Yan frowned: "Put on your clothes."

Zhou Yancheng pursed his mouth: "The wound is itchy and painful, it's uncomfortable."

He sneezed several times in a row.

He Yan stepped forward, the nurse left all the medicine, gauze, alcohol cotton, He Yan picked up the medicine bottle, and looked at Zhou Yancheng questioningly.

Zhou Yancheng couldn't believe it at first, he was stunned for a long time before turning his back obediently, He Yan dipped in the potion, and began to apply the medicine on his back, then Zhou Yancheng turned around, He Yan carefully treated the wound on his face .

Zhou Yancheng raised his head and stared at He Yan intently. He held his breath, as if he was afraid that He Yan would be blown away by a little shortness of breath.The fire in his black eyes was dancing, and his eyes were complicated and hot, with joy and pain intertwined.

Why is he happy with the long-lost tender care, but also pained by the long-lost tender care.

He Yan's thick eyelashes like crow's wings droop slightly. He has a pair of beautiful, clear and bright deer eyes. Zhou Yancheng has heard from the master before that a man with deer eyes is indifferent to fame and fortune, and he has a pure mind and a deep love. Righteousness, He Yan really fully complied with this theory of physiognomy.

The shape of his face and facial features are all just right, in Zhou Yancheng's eyes, this kid looks like a painting of himself.

He Yan's strike was very light, even though he didn't say a nice word, he tried his best to minimize the pain caused to Zhou Yancheng.

He Yan only needs a pair of white wings to be an angel.

Zhou Yancheng's heart trembled, he raised his hand to hold He Yan's waist, and called out hoarsely: "Yanyan... hiss!"

He Yan took a cotton swab and tapped hard on his wound, lowered his head and glanced at his paw in warning, Zhou Yancheng took it back hesitantly.

But he only sat still for less than three seconds, and the dog's paws started to move again. He longed for He Yan for too long, every joint, every drop of blood, and every cell in his body clamored to touch He Yan. At such a short distance, his restraint was rapidly disintegrating.

The heat in Zhou Yancheng's eyes was too obvious, He Yan gave him a hard look: "How dare you!"

"I dare not," Zhou Yancheng swallowed, and said pitifully, "but I really want to."

"Think about it!" He Yan's subordinates exerted force again, causing Zhou Yancheng to yell "Aww".

He Yan was angry and funny: "You are either in the hospital all day long, or you are on the way to the hospital pretending to die, and you are not afraid that Hongshi will be played by you!"

"If it falls, it's all because of you. I'll rely on you, and I'll let you support me in the future!" Zhou Yancheng was confident, and he even rolled his eyes, thinking that this was a good idea.

He Yan snorted coldly: "You have to show some face!"

The visual effect brought by the fuchsia potion was amazing, Zhou Yancheng's face was like a palette, He Yan held back his smile, put everything back into the disinfection tray on the bedside table, and handed him the hospital gown : "Put it on."

"There's still room to paint!" Zhou Yancheng looked at He Yan eagerly.

"Where else is it hurt?"

Zhou Yancheng immediately got down on the ground, grabbed the loose hospital trousers with one hand, showing half of his bruised and purple buttocks, and pointed: "Hey, here, it hurts too!"

He and Shen Qun fell and fell in the snow, and the colorfulness on their buttocks was not inferior to that on their faces.

He Yan hit it with a "slap", and Zhou Yancheng jumped up with a "wow", clutching his half moon aggrievedly: "Yanyan, how could you hit my wound!"

"What a wound!" He Yan gritted his teeth, "If you don't make a fool of yourself for a minute, your skin will itch, right?"

He Yan threw the hospital gown on his face again, and shouted, "Put it on!"

Zhou Yancheng had no choice but to put on his clothes reluctantly.

"You sleep for a while, I'll go out for a while."

Zhou Yancheng burst all the little pink bubbles that were rippling in his heart, "Puff puff puff", he said anxiously, "Are you going to see Shen Qun!"

He Yan didn't answer him, but walked to the door.

"Yanyan," Zhou Yancheng hugged the blue and white plaid hospital gown, begging like a child, "Can you wait until I fall asleep?"

His voice was almost as low as the dust: "I will be very sad if you go like this."

He Yan sighed helplessly, and retracted the hand that had been placed on the doorknob.

With a lot of potion on his hands, He Yan went to the bathroom to tidy up briefly. When he came out of the bathroom, he was taken aback. The whole ward seemed to be much empty. After he looked around wonderingly, he was so angry that he couldn't even speak. .

All the chairs and sofas in the room were moved out, and He Yan didn't even have a place to sit.

He Yan pinched his forehead, where the veins were bulging, but Zhou Yancheng glanced at him timidly, as if he knew that he had done something bad and hoped that the adults would not find out.

He Yan closed his eyes and gritted his teeth in a deep voice: "Put on your clothes and go to sleep!"

Zhou Yancheng was overjoyed, put on the hospital gown, slipped into the quilt and lay down, pressed one hand under his cheek, and patted the empty space by the bed with the other, shouting expectantly and excitedly: "Yan Yan You sit here, sit here! It's soft."

He dusted off the non-existent dust on the bed again, and said meanly: "Sit, sit, sit here."

No wonder everything in the house was moved out, it turned out to be here waiting for him!

He Yan took a deep breath and told himself not to compete with idiots. He found a magazine that someone left behind in the ward, and sat on Zhou Yancheng's bedside.

Zhou Yancheng pursed his lips and sniggered, his eyes locked on He Yan tightly, almost greedily, as if he wanted to burn a brand on He Yan's face, if there was any substance in his eyes, He Yan's brows frown Wrinkled, closed the magazine with a "snap", and shouted irritably, "Are you fucking sleeping or not?"