Ruan Mian was really frightened by Bo Yan. He didn't care that it was 3:30 in the morning and that all the students on the floor might be asleep. He didn't control the volume and shouted, "Bo Yan, what's wrong with you?!"

Before he finished speaking, Ruan Mian had already rushed to Bo Yan's side.

As if he didn't expect him to appear suddenly, Bo Yan raised his eyes and looked over. His always indifferent and world-weary face showed a rare hint of surprise.

After a two-second pause, his brows relaxed, his eyes slightly curved, and he said softly, "I'm fine."

It was just three words, but Ruan Mian felt that it had consumed a lot of Bo Yan's energy, and even his voice was trembling.

Ruan Mian suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart, and he shouted at Bo Yan fiercely: "Bullshit! You're in this state and you still say it's okay!"

Bo Yan was not angry even though he yelled at her. His eyes were slightly bent as he gently comforted her, "It's really okay. It's just that old problem coming back."

When this sentence got a little longer, Bo Yan's breathing became unstable.

Ruan Mian was even more anxious now, and asked like a cannonball: "What's the old problem? Where exactly do you feel uncomfortable?!"

After he asked this question, he finally noticed that one of Bo Yan's hands had been pressing on his stomach from beginning to end.

"Do you have a stomachache?" Ruan Mian said hurriedly, "This is not good, I'll go to the hospital with you!"

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed Bo Yan's arm, trying to help him up.

"No need to go to the hospital," Bo Yan's voice was still soft, "I'm used to it. I've taken medicine. I'll be fine after this."

Just a simple sentence made Ruan Mian's nose ache.

How many similar experiences has this person had to be able to say the word "habit" so lightly?

"No," Ruan Mian was not moved by him at all, and shook her head very firmly, "You must go to the hospital with me!"

Bo Yan looked up at Ruan Mian for two seconds, and finally compromised and said, "Okay, go, but I don't have much strength now, so I'll trouble you to help me."

The drunken memories gradually came back to him. Ruan Mian hesitated for a moment, then suddenly squatted down in front of Bo Yan. His tone was impatient, but the tips of his ears were red. "No need to help me. I...I'll carry you."

Bo Yan was stunned for a moment, and a faint smile appeared in his voice, "No, I'm not that weak yet."

But Ruan Mian still maintained the posture of half squatting in front of Bo Yan, motionless, and urged: "Come up quickly, stop talking nonsense!"

Bo Yan really couldn't resist Ruan Mian, so he had no choice but to lie on his back and wrap his arms around his neck.

However, Bo Yan is much taller than Ruan Mian, so his feet are still on the ground, so as not to put too much weight on Ruan Mian.

However, the next second, Ruan Mian suddenly reached out and lifted up Bo Yan's knee!

This was the first time in 18 years that he was carried on someone's back, and by the person he loved. Bo Yan couldn't help but feel weak in his heart, but he was still afraid that Ruan Mian would get tired, so he couldn't help but say, "Walk slowly, don't rush, put me down if you can't hold on any longer."

"Can't hold on?" Ruan Mian's cool guy image came out again. He carried Bo Yan on his back and slowly walked towards the stairs, sneering, "Are you underestimating me? Don't worry, I can definitely carry you downstairs safely, and I won't let you fall!"

Seeing that Ruan Mian misunderstood his meaning, Bo Yan pursed his lips but did not explain. He just replied: "I'm not worried. I believe you."

Ruan Mian made a "tsk" sound, said nothing more, and focused on his steps.

It is indeed not easy to carry Bo Yan down four floors. After all, although Bo Yan is thin, he is too tall, and the weight of his skeleton is there, so it is not easy to carry him down.

But Ruan Mian didn't want to give up.

He lowered his head and looked carefully at each step. Although each step was not fast, it was steady.

Step by step, Ruan Mian finally succeeded in carrying Bo Yan to the lobby on the first floor.

There were seats in the hall, so Ruan Mian put him on a chair and didn't sit down himself. He took a breath and took out his cell phone to call a taxi.

"The school hospital is at least ten minutes away," Ruan Mian said to Bo Yan while calling a taxi without looking up. "It may not be possible to find a doctor at this late hour. It's better to take a taxi directly to the Sixth Hospital."

The Sixth Hospital is the public hospital closest to their school. It only takes ten minutes to get there by taxi, and the taxi can pick them up directly downstairs of the dormitory.

"Okay," Bo Yan responded softly, as if he was very easy to talk to, "I'll do as you say."

Ruan Mian called a taxi and found that it was not far from them and would reach downstairs in 2 minutes, so he prepared to carry Bo Yan again.

But as soon as he put his phone back into his pocket and looked up, a napkin was handed to him.

"Wipe it off," Bo Yan chuckled, "your forehead is sweating."

Ruan Mian was stunned for two seconds before he took the tissue and wiped his forehead twice.

He really didn't expect that Bo Yan could still think about this even though he was in so much pain that he could hardly stand up.

Ruan Mian threw the tissue into the trash can and was about to squat in front of Bo Yan again.

But this time, Bo Yan reached out to stop him, "Thank you, but you really don't have to carry me. It's just a short distance, I can walk."

Ruan Mian didn't listen to him and wanted to squat down, so Bo Yan added: "Save your energy. I'll need you to take care of me when we get to the hospital."

This worked. Ruan Mian didn't insist anymore. Instead, he helped Bo Yan to stand up and slowly helped him out of the dormitory building.

As soon as I stood still, a white car stopped in front of me.

Ruan Mian confirmed the license plate number, then opened the back door, helped Bo Yan sit down, closed the door for him, and then got in the car from the other side.

The driver confirmed the destination with them, "To the Sixth Hospital, the emergency department?"

Ruan Mian nodded, and couldn't help but said, "Yes, Master, please drive faster."

The driver responded, "Okay!"

He just stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

Along the way, Ruan Mian didn't dare to take his eyes off Bo Yan.

In fact, his mind was very confused now. He wanted to know why Bo Yan had such a serious stomach problem and why it suddenly occurred today.

But now is obviously not a good time to ask these questions.

Finally, Ruan Mian just asked: "Does it still hurt? Is it better than before?"

Feeling the worry in his eyes, Bo Yan took a breath without leaving a trace and said soothingly, "It doesn't hurt as much as before."

Ruan Mian didn't really believe it, but he didn't ask any more questions. He just kept observing Bo Yan's situation.

Fortunately, the hospital was not far away and there was no traffic jam on the road so late at night. In less than ten minutes, the car stopped in front of the emergency building of the Sixth Hospital.

The driver also got out of the car enthusiastically and helped Ruan Mian help Bo Yan get out of the car.

Ruan Mian thanked him and helped Bo Yan into the emergency building.

The hospital is busy 24 hours a day. Seeing that one has to queue up to register, Ruan Mian quickly scanned the surroundings and found that there was one empty seat left. He quickly helped Bo Yan to sit down and said, "Wait for me. Give me your ID card. I'll go register."

Bo Yan hummed, took out his ID card from behind his phone case and handed it to Ruan Mian, then patted the back of his hand soothingly, "No hurry."

But Ruan Mian was extremely anxious. He held Bo Yan's ID card, turned around and rushed to the registration place like a whirlwind.

Fortunately, the emergency department was very efficient and within two minutes, Ruan Mian’s turn was waiting.

Ruan Mian quickly arranged for Bo Yan to go to the emergency department, which was very close and there was no need to go upstairs.

The doctor who treated Bo Yan was an old doctor with gray hair, a pair of round-framed glasses, and looked very kind.

"Young man," the old doctor looked at Bo Yan and asked in a gentle voice, "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Bo Yan answered simply: "Gastritis is acting up."

"You have gastritis?" The old doctor frowned and spoke in a more serious tone, "Did you eat something spicy or drink alcohol?"

Bo Yan paused for a moment, subconsciously turned his head to look at Ruan Mian who was waiting beside him, and then said concisely: "I drank, just a small cup."

"You get sick after just one small drink," the old doctor couldn't help but lectured, "That means your condition is very serious! Don't you know what kind of body you have? You young people are like that, always wanting to do whatever you want by relying on your youth! Do you know that drinking alcohol when you have gastritis can have serious consequences? If you drink two more glasses, you'll either get a gastric ulcer or gastric bleeding. How can you still sit here and talk to me?"

Bo Yan didn't explain much, but nodded and said, "I will pay attention next time."

The old doctor's expression improved a little. He wrote two lines of words on the medical record in a flamboyant manner, and then wrote a list and handed it to Bo Yan, and reminded him: "The infusion room is next to it. Just hang a bottle of water. Don't do it next time. Also pay attention to your diet. Avoid spicy food, greasy food, and cold drinks!"

Bo Yan took it, nodded and thanked him, then stood up.

Ruan Mian walked over quickly and looked at the old doctor again, asking with some concern: "Doctor, will I be alright after I hang a bottle of water?"

"Yes, just hang a bottle of water and it will be fine," the old doctor looked at him and asked, "Are you his brother or classmate?"

Ruan Mian paused and answered honestly, "Roommate."

"Then you two live together every day," the old doctor couldn't help but lecture Ruan Mian again, "You can accompany him to the hospital so late, but can't you keep an eye on him more and persuade him not to drink?"

Ruan Mian really felt that he was in the wrong about this matter. He lowered his head, rubbed his toes on the ground twice, and replied obediently: "I...I understand. I will keep an eye on him and not let him drink in the future!"

The old doctor then waved his hand and said, "Alright, go get the IV."

Ruan Mian helped Bo Yan out of the clinic, looked up at him, moved his lips but said nothing, and quickly lowered his head.

Bo Yan probably guessed what he wanted to say and teased him deliberately: "Will you keep an eye on me and not let me drink from now on?"

Ruan Mian's shoulders tensed, and he looked up at Bo Yan again. After a while, he finally spoke, his tone very serious and sincere, "Um, Bo Yan, I'm sorry."

Ruan Mian is now completely sober. Although he has a poor alcohol tolerance and gets drunk after just one glass, he is not to the point of blacking out after just one glass. His previous memories have now been fully restored.

He knew that he sent the message after he was drunk. He originally wanted to send it to Wen Tang, but he might have accidentally sent it to Bo Yan.

He remembered that they were going to play the King game and he lost in the first round. He had to kiss the red-haired boy, but he didn't want to, so Bo Yan appeared.

He still remembered that he was so drunk that his logic was completely off track, and he actually leaned forward to kiss Bo Yan, but was stopped by Bo Yan in the end, who kissed the corner of his lips.

This was really unbelievable. Ruan Mian had never thought that she would behave like this when she was drunk. She would actually take the initiative to kiss a boy, and this boy was Bo Yan!

I never thought that I would be kissed by Bo Yan in the end.

But at this moment, it doesn't matter.

The important thing is that he knew Bo Yan didn't usually drink.

And this time, the exception was made for him.

It was to build some connections for him so that he wouldn't have a hard time working in the e-sports club in the future.

And the origin of all this was that he drank the glass of wine in a fit of anger.

Bo Yan was speechless for a moment, then asked softly, "Why are you apologizing?"

As soon as he asked this question, the two of them walked into the infusion room.

Ruan Mian had no choice but to shut up for the time being, and helped Bo Yan sit down. He then watched him hand the infusion form to the nurse, and the nurse went to prepare the medicine. Ruan Mian then spoke, "If I hadn't drunk, there wouldn't have been that series of troubles later, and you wouldn't have had to drink that glass of wine to repay my favor. That way, you wouldn't have gotten a stomachache..."

The more he spoke, the softer his voice became, and the lower his head drooped, until it was almost buried in his chest. It was hard to see why you couldn't blame him.

What's more, it is impossible for Bo Yan to blame Ruan Mian.

After a slight pause, Bo Yan raised his hand and gently rubbed Ruan Mian's head twice, and said in a low and slow tone, "Then can you tell me why you drink?"

If it were any other time, Ruan Mian would have exploded if Bo Yan had touched his head like this, but now, he didn't move at all. He just paused and said frankly that he was just irritated by Zhao Qun's words and wanted to argue with him. In fact, he also didn't want to lose face as a cool guy.

His previous conjecture was confirmed. Bo Yan sighed and his tone became heavier, even slightly didactic: "You really did something wrong this time. You knew that you couldn't drink well, but you drank such a strong drink just because of a word from an insignificant person. It was really irrational."

Ruan Mian couldn't help but look up and glanced at Bo Yan quickly.

Since she had known Bo Yan, this was the first time that Ruan Mian heard Bo Yan speak to her in such a tone. It was serious, with a disciplinary tone, and it sounded uncomfortable.

But Ruan Mian didn't dare to refute a single word, nor could he refute.

He thought that Bo Yan must be really angry this time. After all, if it were him, he would probably be angry too. What's more, he had a stomachache now, and it was Bo Yan who was in so much pain, not him.

"I……"

Ruan Mian wanted to say "I know", but he just opened his mouth when Bo Yan interrupted him and continued: "Have you ever thought about what you would do if you sent the message correctly this time and I didn't come, and if Wen Tang happened to not receive your message in time, or was delayed by something and couldn't arrive in time?"

Ruan Mian was startled, but still told the truth: "I...I really haven't thought about these things before."

He was completely angry when he drank that glass of wine, how could he have thought about the consequences?

If, if Bo Yan hadn't gone, and Wen Tang hadn't gone in time, then given the situation at that time, it was possible that he would have been forcibly kissed by that red-haired guy.

It was also very likely that he would continue to be forced to drink. Ruan Mian really didn’t dare to think about what would happen in the end.

The nurse came and hung up the IV for Bo Yan, and said, "Pay attention to the flow rate."

Ruan Mian came back to his senses and subconsciously looked at Bo Yan again.

"I am really angry," Bo Yan looked at him, but his eyes were gentle, and he spoke every word slowly, "but I am not angry that I want to drink for you. I don't care if I drink until I get a stomachache. I am angry that you are too impulsive and can't protect yourself."

Most boys of this age are undisciplined, especially by their peers.

Cool guys like Ruan Mian are even more undisciplined.

But this time, he didn't say a word of rebuttal, but nodded obediently and said seriously: "I know I was wrong, I will never do this again next time, Bo Yan, you... don't be angry."

Ruan Mian's big eyes blinked, full of sincerity and honesty.

He looks so obedient and so soft.

The last bit of anger or fear that had been pent up in Bo Yan's heart dissipated in an instant.

The bad factor in his bones started to play tricks again. The tip of his tongue pressed against his back teeth, but he deliberately didn't make any sound.

Ruan Mian waited for two seconds, but before Bo Yan could answer, he grasped the hem of his T-shirt with his fingers. He couldn't help but speak again, and asked in a low voice: "Bo Yan, how about it? How can you stop being angry?"

Bo Yan made a light "tsk" sound and said deliberately: "I dare not tell you. Even if I tell you, you will definitely not be willing to do it. Forget it. I will get over it after I am angry for a while."

Ruan Mian was anxious, "You didn't even say anything, how do you know I don't want to!"

"What did I say?" Bo Yan raised his eyebrows.

Ruan Mian urged him, "Hurry up and tell me!"

"It's not that difficult actually." Bo Yan poked his cheek with the tip of his tongue again, and deliberately hesitated for a moment before saying, "If you call me brother, I won't be angry."

Ruan Mian: “…………”

Is this person sure he is not taking advantage of him?

Oh my god!

Seeing that he was silent, Bo Yan sighed, his tone inexplicably tinged with a bit of grievance, "Look, I told you that you definitely don't want to, but I'm hanging the drip here for you. I want you to call me brother, this is not too much, right?"

The author has something to say: Not too much, not too much! Come on, Ruanruan, scream!

From now on, we will be in a relationship of mutual discipline, hehehe!

A little late for half an hour!

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