Cannon fodder partner dressed as a disabled villain

Yun Yan stared at the bloodstain for a long time, finally came to his senses, and hurriedly changed the towel on his forehead.

What should I do?

Doesn't he know it hurts?

Yun Yan thought to himself, if he had a wound on his body, he would wake up if he accidentally touched it while sleeping. How did he continue to sleep while pinching himself until he bled?

... Well, this is not sleep, this should probably be called delirious coma.

Seeing the dark trace gradually expanding, Yun Yan couldn't just sit idly by anyway, so he went out and asked the servant for a medicine box.

The butler originally planned to take a break for a while, but when he heard his question, he became worried again, and hurried over with the medicine box.

"Was he like this before?" Yun Yan asked while sitting by the bed.

"Yes," the housekeeper's eyebrows tightened. "He will hold his left hand like this every time, but the time is not fixed. Generally, after a period of time, it will be fine when he is asleep, and he will naturally let go."

"...Is this also part of the aftereffects of stress?"

The housekeeper sighed: "I can't say for sure, and the psychiatrist can't be sure."

In the past, it didn't matter how long he clenched his fist, at most he would get a few red marks on his palm, but this time it was different - he couldn't just leave him alone and let the blood flow continuously.

I can only force it.

"Let's do this," Yun Yan discussed with the housekeeper, "cut the gauze first, and I'll break his hands, and you can change the medicine, and then stuff the cloth into his palm."

The butler nodded.

So Yun Yan controlled Shen Shuheng's arm, holding his wrist with one hand and his fist with the other.

Slender medical scissors cut the gauze wrapped around the palm of his hand along the back of his hand.Shen Shuheng moved halfway, but he didn't struggle violently, which made both of them heave a sigh of relief.

However, separating the fingers is another problem.

Shen Shuheng's fingers were clenched extremely tightly, as if he was trying his best, and he didn't know where the strength came from when he was sick.

Yun Yan had no choice but to break apart one finger at a time, watching the blood drip down the bed along the gauze.

Yun Yan almost couldn't bear it—what on earth made him so persistent?

Before this thought came out of his mind, the fingers that were clenched tightly in his hand suddenly loosened. Before Yun Yan could react, the person beside him sat up with a "thump", and then, His forearm was grabbed hard.

"Young Master Shen!" The housekeeper exclaimed, and the servant was startled and let out a short cry.

"Hiss—!" Yun Yan almost cried out in pain—this hand must be too strong! ! !

The person who was awakened seemed to have just come out of a nightmare, panting violently, staring at him with dark eyes for a while, as if he finally realized who he was, and finally knew where he was.

The hand that grabbed the arm was released immediately.

Yun Yan hurriedly shook his hands: "You scared me to death..."

"...Why are you here?" Shen Shuheng asked him with a frown, and then looked at the housekeeper and servants beside him, with an extremely gloomy expression.

While rubbing his forearm, Yun Yan pointed to his left hand: "You hurt yourself, don't you feel it?"

Only then did Shen Shuheng look at his left hand.

The gauze there had slipped off, revealing the wound on the palm, which was full of blood.

Shen Shuheng silently shifted his gaze to Yun Yan's forearm that was held by him just now, and sure enough, he saw dark blood stains on his skin.

Yun Yan glanced at him, then turned to the housekeeper and said, "Leave the medicine box, I'll give him medicine, you've been tired all day, go and rest."

The butler was about to say no, but suddenly met Shen Shuheng's eyes.

"Go," Shen Shuheng said.

The housekeeper silently put down the medicine box, turned and left.

As soon as the butler went out, the maid followed her out with a particularly winking look, and even closed the door intimately.

...Hey hey?

Why did you run away?Still waiting for you to change the towels...

...Forget it, let's do it by ourselves.

Yun Yan took the half-wrung towel from the side, stretched out his hand and said to Shen Shuheng, "Give it to me."

Shen Shuheng looked at his palms, and seemed to be a little dazed.

Yun Yan sighed, reached out and grabbed his wrist.

Shen Shuheng behaved a lot this time, and let him hold on without struggling.

There were coagulated blood stains on his hands, Yun Yan wiped them off bit by bit with a wet towel, finally revealing the hideous wound.

The wound should have been cut by a piece of equipment, but now it has burst open and is still oozing blood.

Yun Yan picked up a cotton ball with tweezers from the medicine box and dipped it in iodine.

"Be patient." Yun Yan glanced at Shen Shuheng, and then focused on the wound.

The cotton ball was dipped in the wound, and the iodine infiltrated into the acupoint, causing burning pain, but Shen Shuheng felt a little morbidly happy.

This burst of pain seemed to penetrate the fog, which made him wake up a lot.

He had never looked at Yun Yan so closely before.

It was late at night, the lights were dim, Yun Yan turned sideways, his face half-lit, the skin exposed to the light seemed to be glowing.

His long eyelashes cast slender shadows under the light, trembling like a butterfly's wings.The well-trimmed and beautiful eyebrows were tightened, showing some melancholy, which made him even more charming.

No wonder people are obsessed with him just because of his face.

For so long, this was the first time Shen Shuheng realized his beauty.

My heart beat unexpectedly fast.

"Plop", "Plop"...

Almost overwhelmed.

He looked at the frowning of the person in front of him, with a cautious expression, that expression seemed to hurt more than himself, and he felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction in his heart.

When Yun Yan cut a new gauze to help him wrap it up, Shen Shuheng's eyes were silent but unscrupulous, gazing at him inch by inch.

The wrist was always the first thing that caught his attention.

Yun Yan is very thin, his wrists are very thin and white, he likes to roll up the cuffs when he is wearing a shirt, his wrists are always dangling in front of his eyes, making people want to hold on tightly...and then do something to him.

Shen Shuheng couldn't help but move his hands for a long time, and more than once, but he always felt unsatisfied.

He wasn't quite sure what exactly he wanted.

...Until, his eyes slowly moved to Yun Yan's waist.

His waist is also very thin, and the thin fabric outlines attractive lines.

Shen Shuheng's eyes became dark, suppressing the strange restlessness in his heart, he suddenly clenched his fingers.

"Don't move!" Yun Yan stopped, raised his head and stared at him, then shook his head helplessly: "Be good... Do you know how much blood you bleed? I was already sick..."

The gauze was finally wrapped, and Yun Yan stuffed a cloth ball tied with a square scarf into his hand: "Okay, go to sleep, if this happens again, hold on to this, at least it won't hurt you again." Wound."

Shen Shuheng leaned against the head of the bed and nodded.

The thin quilt had already slid down to his waist at this moment, Yun Yan glanced secretly.

Yo, where are the abs?

Even better than expected.

Tsk tsk, the figure is really good.

Yun Yan snickered in his heart, but didn't show it on his face. He looked up at Shen Shuheng, and saw that his expression was still very bad.

The palm of his hand was involuntarily pressed against Shen Shuheng's forehead, and this time he did not resist.

...really hot.

"Lie down and sleep peacefully." Yun Yan said, changed a towel and soaked it in ice water, wrung it dry, folded it, and placed it on his forehead.

Shen Shuheng still looked at him.

Yun Yan and him looked at each other for two seconds, inexplicably flustered.

"Close your eyes," he lightly covered Shen Shuheng's eyes with his palms uncomfortably, and after a while, he said, "...I'm with you."

……

Shen Shuheng couldn't remember when he fell asleep, and before he lost consciousness, his mind was full of the warm and cool touch of his fingers.

He seemed to have slept peacefully that night. When he woke up in the morning, the cotton ball in his palm was still there quietly, and there was no sign of being squeezed hard.

The only regret is that the person who seemed to appear in a dream last night is not by his side.

The housekeeper told him that Yun Yan took porridge to the hospital to see his mother early in the morning, and told him to rest well and not worry.

When Yun Yan brought porridge to Shen's mother's ward, Shen's mother had already woken up.

"Mom," after this period of time, Yun Yan's "Mom" has been called quite smoothly, "how do you feel?"

Shen's mother smiled: "It's good. I took analgesics after the anesthesia, and it didn't hurt much."

"That's good." He knew it was not as relaxed as she said, but there was no need to reveal it: "I brought you some light breakfast, let's eat together."

Aunt Yang cooked the porridge very early, and it is already soft and fragrant, and it is very delicious with a few side dishes. Mother Shen's arms are inconvenient, but there is a nurse to feed her, so Yun Yan doesn't have to worry about it.

After taking a few mouthfuls of breakfast, Shen's mother hesitated and asked, "Shuheng...how is it?"

"It's pretty good," Yun Yan said hastily, "I had a fever last night, but it subsided in the morning, don't worry."

Shen's mother nodded, didn't ask any more questions, and continued to eat porridge.

Seeing her calm appearance, Yun Yan couldn't hide the doubts in his heart.

"...Mom," he still asked, "Shu Heng has a fever every day... When did it start?"

Shen's mother thought for a while, and said, "From the third year after the car accident."

"……The third year?"

Mother Shen nodded.

Yun Yan noticed keenly that her eyes were not like the doctor's, full of doubts when mentioning this matter.

"Then...do you know why?"

Shen's mother hesitated for a moment, then quickly sized him up, from head to toe.

Yun Yan frowned very slightly - he suddenly remembered that Shen's mother had looked at him like this the morning she talked to him for the first time.

"In the third year of his car accident, he had another minor accident."

"again?"

"Well, it wasn't a big accident, he didn't even suffer any injuries, but...he can't remember exactly why it happened, so I don't know the specifics."

"But after that, he's always had a fever, hasn't he?"

Mother Shen nodded.

Yun Yan felt that she must be hiding something, but she didn't want to tell him.

But he didn't ask.

It is useless to ask what a person is unwilling to say.

Just waiting for things to reveal themselves.

Yun Yan chatted with Shen's mother for a while, seeing that she was still a little tired, so he packed up and said goodbye to her, letting her have a good rest.

What he didn't know was that shortly after he walked out of the ward, Shen Qingya called Shen Shuheng.

"Mom?" Shen Shuheng was a little surprised: "How are you?"

"I'm fine..." Shen's mother's voice was a little gloomy: "I just met Yun Yan, and he just left here."

"Ah."

Shen Qingya took a deep breath: "You know it all, right?"

There was silence on the phone.

"Shuheng...you're still listening, aren't you?"

Shen Shuheng did not answer.

He knew that what his mother was talking about was not listening to the phone, but... listening to Yun Yan.

Shen Qingya bit her lips sadly, and finally persuaded: "Let's withdraw... Don't you know him well enough?"

—Of course not enough.

It's not enough.

"...I haven't found out what happened to him yet."

"Then let the subordinates investigate," Shen Qingya immediately said, "You have to know, Shuheng, you have to be clear—no one can endure the life of being monitored 24 hours a day, even if he doesn't know, Even if it took him a long time to find out."

"...he won't know."

"If the relationship between people is to be long-lasting, there must be respect and space." Shen Qingya's tone was full of worry: "Don't take such a chance, if he finds out, it is likely to be It means that there is no possibility of repairing your relationship, do you understand?"

"..."

There was a long silence over the phone.

"Think about it, eh?"

"……Um."

They hung up the phone quickly.

There was still sound coming from the Bluetooth headset next to the mobile phone, Shen Shuheng stared at the headset for a long time, and finally picked it up.

On the other side of the earphones, it seemed another world.

The noise of cars and horses, the noise of people, the most important thing is the sound of a person coming from time to time - the sound of clothes rubbing, humming, finger tapping on the phone, and...

"Boss, here are two quicksand bags!"

The energetic voice of young people is a bright color in this world.

"okay!"

The young man seemed to be waiting, tapped his fingers on the back of the phone, and suddenly said to himself: "Either give him two or two."

……to whom?

"Boss, two more!"

...It must be for me.

Shen Shuheng sat in the darkness with soft eyes.

"...Maybe the housekeeper wants to eat too? I worked so hard yesterday..." Another murmur came from the other side: "...Why don't you just buy more."

"Boss! Ten more!"

Shen Shuheng: "..."

No matter, anyway, you must be the first one to eat when you bring it back.

……

So, not long after, when Yun Yan went home, he saw Shen Shuheng passing by for some reason in the lobby on the first floor.

"Why did you get up so early! What are you doing here so early in the morning? Do you have to work again?" Yun Yan frowned when he saw him.

"……No."

Seeing that he didn't want to talk, Yun Yan didn't bother to ask, but just walked over and touched his forehead: "Hey, it doesn't seem to be burning much."

Shen Shuheng didn't answer, staring at the bag in his hand: "What did you buy?"

Yun Yan laughed instantly: "I bought quicksand bags, and just after I came out of the hospital, I saw a Cantonese-style breakfast shop. I saw someone eating this, and I knew it was delicious... Come and taste it, it's still hot Now, the driver actually told me that there is an insulated bag in the car, so happy!"

Yun Yan stretched open the bag, and a hot breath rushed towards his face.

Shen Shuheng pinched one out of it, it smelled soft and sweet, and he took a bite.

"Is it delicious?" Yun Yan smiled brightly like the morning sun.

Shen Shuheng nodded.

He squeezed the quicksand bag in one hand and ate it bite by bite, while in the other hand he held the bluetooth headset and rubbed it repeatedly.

...now...stop?

No.

...he couldn't quit.