Uneasy Thunderstorm

Gu Yansheng was awakened by this sudden change and Jiang Lin's instantly cold and focused eyes.

He looked down at the rapidly spreading rash on his arm, and the familiar, agonizing itching sensation began to spread throughout his body. Just as panic was about to rise, it was suppressed by Jiang Lin's calm, controlled gaze.

"Breathe, take a deep breath and exhale slowly." Jiang Lin ordered, his voice was not loud, but it was full of absolute authority. His fingers had left the carotid artery and instead gently lifted Gu Yansheng's chin, carefully observing his Adam's apple and breathing status.

Jiang Lin was too familiar with this kind of skin hypersensitivity on rainy days. "Don't scratch..." Jiang Lin's voice was full of calmness after the passion. Gu Yansheng was holding him and breathing slightly. "Rub your back, Jiang Lin..."

Jiang Lin also brushed his back as he requested. His overly sensitive skin felt less uncomfortable because of the touch. Gu Yansheng felt comfortable and kept making small movements, kissing his collarbone, sucking his Adam's apple, trying to continue the unfinished activity...

"Stop it..." Jiang Lin slapped him on the butt. Gu Yansheng's face turned red, but he didn't refute. The two of them stayed in silence for a while, and Jiang Lin went to get the allergy medicine from the cabinet for him.

Gu Yansheng took his medicine obediently, but his eyes followed Jiang Lin. He could see Jiang Lin's tightly pursed lips and tense jaw.

Gu Yansheng curled up in the quilt that still retained Jiang Lin's body temperature, watching his back as he quickly dressed himself. Outside, the rain continued to fall, tapping against the window, and every sound seemed to be knocking on his extremely sensitive nerves.

Jiang Lin turned around, and the light from the emergency phone screen cast a brief blue shadow on his stern profile. His movements were quick and orderly, without any delay.

However, just as he picked up his coat and was about to take a step, his footsteps paused almost imperceptibly, and his gaze fell back on the figure tightly wrapped in the quilt on the bed.

A slight hesitation flashed across the depths of his eyes, which was accurately captured by Gu Yansheng.

"Go quickly."

Gu Yansheng's voice came out muffled from under the quilt. He tried to maintain composure and even tried to squeeze out a hint of relief. "The people in Shilong Town are waiting. I'm fine. I just feel a little itchy. I took medicine, really."

He even tried to move it a little to make it look more "natural," even though every tiny friction made the burning sensation under his skin more pronounced.

Jiang Lin didn't say anything, but just took a few steps back to the bed. His slightly cold fingers reached into the quilt without saying a word, accurately found his wrist, and pressed his fingertips on his pulse.

After a moment, she gently pushed aside his sweaty hair and carefully observed his eyes and throat.

His touch carried a businesslike, inspection-like quality, yet strangely, it soothed a part of Gu Yansheng's restless uneasiness. He tilted his head back, obediently allowing him to inspect him, his breathing deliberately deep and steady.

"Remember, if anything goes wrong, go outside and go to the emergency room of the health center." Jiang Lin's voice was low and contained an unmistakable command.

"I understand, Doctor Jiang." Gu Yansheng nodded, trying to make his eyes look sincere and reliable. "You can leave now."

Jiang Lin looked at him deeply, and finally rubbed his hair hard. His fingertips seemed to linger for a moment, and then he turned around resolutely.

The door was opened, bringing in a damp and cold air, and then closed gently, blocking out the sound of the rapid rain and the faint sound of vehicle engines from the outside world.

The hurried footsteps quickly faded away until they disappeared. Gu Yansheng's forced expression collapsed in an instant. He took a deep breath and curled up tighter uncontrollably. His fingers scratched his arms and waist through the soft fabric, trying to suppress the itch that was gnawing at his bones.

He buried himself deeply in the pillow, where there was still a faint scent of Jiang Lin's usual shampoo, mixed with a hint of disinfectant. He breathed in the smell greedily, like a drowning man grabbing at driftwood.

Outside the window, the urgent sirens of ambulances pierced the rainy night and gradually faded away.

Gu Yansheng closed his eyes, rubbing his head against the pillow as waves of discomfort came over him. He muttered something in a low voice that only he could hear: "...Come back soon."

The thunder rumbled, as if it exploded on the roof, making the window glass buzz. Outside the window, there was no longer only the background music of rain, but the sudden sound of hurried footsteps, which became more and more frequent, occasionally interspersed with the noise of cart wheels rolling over the floor and vague but anxious shouts.

These urgent sounds make people feel obviously oppressive. What big thing has happened?

The panicked sound woke him up. A panic different from the itching of the body, like a cold vine, quietly wrapped around Gu Yansheng's heart, getting tighter and tighter.

That honking sound... wasn't just from the one that had gone away earlier, it seemed like new ones had joined the chorus, each one more urgent than the last, tearing through the rainy night.

He could no longer curl up in bed peacefully. The gnawing itch became a little easier under the suppression of drugs, but the confusion in his heart made him unable to feel at ease.

Gu Yansheng sat up suddenly, grabbed the home coat that Jiang Lin often wore and gave him a sense of security, which was lying on the chair beside the bed, and hastily put it on. The red rash felt more stinging and itchy due to the friction of the fabric. He endured it, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

The scene in the corridor made his heart sink. Medical staff trotted back and forth, their faces solemn, pushing carts loaded with emergency equipment toward the elevator. The air was filled with a tense, impending atmosphere.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Gu Yansheng grabbed a young doctor who was walking quickly past him, his voice a little dry due to nervousness.

The doctor was stopped in his tracks and turned back hastily, speaking rapidly, "The mudslides from the thunderstorm caused a large area of ​​nearby houses to collapse! I heard a lot of people were trapped. The seriously injured are being brought here, and the minor injuries are being treated on the spot. We're short of manpower, so we all have to go over and provide support!"

He finished speaking hurriedly, without even seeing Gu Yansheng's appearance, and broke free from his hand and ran towards the elevator like a gust of wind.

The building collapsed... many people were injured...

Gu Yansheng froze in place, a cold fear gripping him instantly. Jiang Lin had gone there! He could almost picture the chaotic scene before his eyes: broken steel bars, crumbling walls, mud and blood… and Jiang Lin, dressed in a white lab coat, bustling about.

The intense worry and imagined possible danger, like an invisible hand, suddenly gripped his nerves.

Almost at the same time, the rash that had finally subsided under the effect of the medicine began to break out more and more because of his mental stress, and the burning and itching under his clothes became more obvious.

This feeling was more intense and urgent than before in the room, as if it was completely ignited by his panic. He could even feel the skin on the side of his neck tightening and heating up, and a strange dryness appeared deep in his throat.

He subconsciously reached out and scratched his arm, but the itch did not subside at all through the rough fabric of his coat. Instead, it spread like wildfire.

The sound of rain, noise, horns, and the beating of his own heart like a drum...all the sounds turned into catalysts, exacerbating the symptoms under the skin.

Gu Yansheng leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. He told himself that everything was fine, Jiang Lin would come back safely. He had to control his fear, otherwise, if he got sick at this moment, it would only make things worse.