It was already past four in the morning when Yan Xiuzhi brought Zhou Ziyi to the private hospital.

The doctor on duty received them. After completing the admission procedures, Zhou Ziyi's electronic medical record was also transferred. The doctor took a look and spoke skillfully: "Mr. Zhou doesn't have any major problems now, just rest assured and recuperate. We will keep an eye on the situation."

Yan Xiuji mentioned: "It was said before that he was lucky that he didn't have internal bleeding, but we can't take it lightly."

This was all nonsense in front of a professional doctor, but it was a private hospital after all, so the doctor nodded kindly: "Don't worry, Mr. Yan."

The doctor agreed, so Yan Xiuji didn't bother to ask any more questions. He and Zhou Ziyi went to the ward together. It was a single room with a private bathroom, TV, air conditioning, water dispenser, etc. The conditions looked good. Because Zhou Ziyi had no clothes, the nurse brought him two new sets of clothes and some toiletries, which was very considerate.

Zhou Ziyi took a look and found nothing to be dissatisfied with. He sat down on the bed and said to Yan Xiuji: "Brother, go back and have a rest."

"Take care of what you need to do first." Yan Xiuji didn't move, still wondering if he needed anything. "Tomorrow... I'll find a nurse for you during the day. Just make do with this for now."

"Brother, there's no need for a nurse. My legs can still move." Zhou Ziyi said, "Before, the doctor said that I could just go home and rest, but you've got a nurse. It's too much."

Yan Xiuji said: "It's inconvenient without a nurse. You can't even take off your clothes."

"As a man, you can't say no!" Zhou Ziyi said, "Do you want me to perform a 'one-armed striptease' show for you now?"

When the young nurse present heard this, she quietly left the ward, leaving the "performance space" to the couple.

——Although I am hungry during the night shift, I refuse to eat dog food. Thank you.

——But this couple actually called me Oppa, so sweet, I learned it!

Zhou Ziyi watched the nurses retreat step by step, and said to Yan Xiuji happily: "The nurses were scared away."

Yan Xiuji looked at him and asked, "Who do you blame?"

"Blame me." Zhou Ziyi sighed softly, "Hey, it's only because I was beaten and disfigured, otherwise why would a girl run away after meeting me?"

"Don't be such a pessimist." Yan Xiuji said, "Don't you want to take off your clothes? Go ahead."

"???" Zhou Ziyi looked strange, "No way, brother, do you really want to see it?"

"Look." Yan Xiuji felt that this guy was just trying to show off by saying he could take off his clothes by himself. He let him try it himself and realized how difficult it was. "Take it off."

Zhou Ziyi pretended to be shy and said, "No, brother, we are outside, you must watch me take off my clothes..."

Yan Xiuji interrupted him: "Do you know how funny it is to make this expression with wounds on your face?"

Zhou Ziyi: ...Fuck.

I finally mustered up the courage to make a joke, but my appearance held me back. Life is hard.

Zhou Ziyi had no choice but to start taking off his clothes. In fact, his coat was only half-covered with one sleeve, so it was easy to take it off. Underneath was a loose long-sleeved T-shirt. Zhou Ziyi bit the left cuff and took off his left arm first.

Then he thought for a moment.

He was thinking whether to get his head out first or his right hand out first. However, no matter which step he took, he had to remove the gauze from the arm sling first, so Zhou Ziyi started to untie the knot of the gauze.

It is still a little difficult to untie the knot with one hand.

When Zhou Ziyi was still feeling the knot structure, Yan Xiuji couldn't stand it anymore, so he stepped forward and tore it apart for him, then said, "Raise your hand a little, slowly."

Zhou Ziyi knew that saying "I can do it myself" at this moment would be courting death, so he cooperated by raising his hands and obediently enjoying Mr. Yan's stripping service.

Yan Xiuzhi pulled up his T-shirt and saw a dark spot on his waist and abdomen, and paused.

With such a big wound, Zhou Ziyi would probably feel pain even if he smiled, but he was still forcing himself to joke around, it was really...

Yan Xiuji felt helpless and suspected that Zhou Ziyi didn't want to trouble him too much. It was like this before, when he fell, when he drowned, and even when he had a fight with Sheffield last time, Zhou Ziyi never showed any abnormality in front of Yan Xiuji. Yan Xiuji felt that this might be some kind of persistence of Zhou Ziyi, not showing his vulnerability, just like he would never cry in front of Yan Xiuji.

Mr. Yan had these thoughts in his mind while continuing his movements with his hands, so Zhou Ziyi didn't notice anything unusual about him.

The young man took off his clothes and saw Yan Xiuji reaching for the hospital gown. He quickly said, "Brother, I want to wash it a little bit!"

Yan Xiuji was unmoved: "Let's wait until the nurse comes. Now just rest."

Zhou Ziyi stood up and said, "It's okay, I'll just wipe it with a towel. I've been lying on the ground for a long time and I'm really dirty. I really can't get over it if I don't wipe it off."

As he spoke, he took the towel and walked to the bathroom. Yan Xiuji looked at the bruises on his back, turned his toes involuntarily, and followed him.

Zhou Ziyi was startled when he found him following him: "Brother, I can handle this myself. You can go back first, you can at least take a nap, otherwise it will be dawn. You still have to go to work during the day."

President Yan said, "No more."

Zhou Ziyi’s eyes widened... one side of his eye was swollen and the other side was unable to move.

"Take a rest in the morning and go again in the afternoon." Mr. Yan added, which finally reduced Zhou Ziyi's shock a little. He also snatched the towel from Zhou Ziyi's hand and said, "You still need to apply medicine. Don't waste time."

Zhou Ziyi was torn between inner thoughts for a second: "...Oh."

It's not that he is not determined, but it's so rare to be so close to Yan Xiuji and have such a level of interaction. Zhou Ziyi felt pain all over his body. Although he could endure it without saying it, the desire to rely on him kept playing tricks on him.

Now Yan Xiu Ji was helping him wash, his movements were gentle and his expression was serious. The more Zhou Ziyi watched, the more he felt: This must be a little compensation from God for how miserable I was before.

Staring at Mr. Yan's handsome face from a close distance, Zhou Ziyi felt his heartbeat quicken again, his adrenaline surged, and the pain suddenly decreased.

——Ah, Mr. Yan is my painkiller, the pain of youth is not deceiving me.

Yan Xiuji wiped his neck, chest, back, waist and abdomen, and even cleaned his fingertips and hair ends. Then he asked him, "Would you like to wipe the lower part?"

Zhou Ziyi: “…” Sorry, I got the wrong idea.

Seeing that he was stunned and didn't reply, Yan Xiuji raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you scared?"

Zhou Ziyi: I am afraid, but the “fear” you think of and the “fear” I have may be different.

——The “fear” you mentioned probably means “shyness”, but my “fear” is “fear of my own beastly nature”…

Yan Xiuji saw Zhou Ziyi's tangle, but luckily he didn't read the color thoughts in his mind, and said, "Then you change your pants here, sit outside later, and I will help you wipe your legs..."

"No, no, no... no thanks!" Zhou Ziyi quickly refused. Just kidding, Yan Xiuji was wiping his legs. What if he touched some sensitive parts and he had to "stand up and salute" to express his gratitude? !

"Okay, then you be careful." Yan Xiuzhi brought a square stool from outside and put it in the bathroom, then hung his clothes for him. Finally, he washed the towel, wet it, wrung it dry, and handed it to him before leaving.

…

After all the hassle, it was already five o'clock in the morning.

The nurse came to help apply the medicine, which sped up the process. If the two grown men had to do it by themselves, it would have taken a long time.

Yan Xiuzhi waited until Zhou Ziyi climbed onto the bed, lay down, covered himself with the quilt and exposed his head before he was ready to leave.

"Go to sleep." Yan Xiuji stood at the head of the bed, looking down at the young man on the bed, "I'll have someone send you a phone during the day. If you want anything, send me a message and I'll bring it to you after get off work."

Zhou Ziyi didn't know what he was thinking, so he asked, "Why are you still here..."

Yan Xiuji raised an eyebrow: "Not welcome?"

"No, it's just... I'm troubling you too much." Zhou Ziyi sighed, "You've been running around all night, you should just rest at home tonight."

"This is not your fault, why do you always take the blame on yourself? Is it fun?" Yan Xiuji heard him push him away again, and couldn't help but said, "I have made all the arrangements. If you don't tell me what you want to bring, I will just take it. Also, you should have a good rest. You don't have to worry about other things or say anything else. You won't be beaten in vain, don't be afraid, do you understand?"

What else could Zhou Ziyi say? He could only say "thank you".

Yan Xiuji was satisfied and said, "I'm leaving now. Go to sleep. Good night."

"Well, brother, it's time to say good morning now." Zhou Ziyi paused and stretched out his left hand from under the quilt, obviously wanting the customary goodnight hug.

"..." Yan Xiuji was silent for a second. He felt that the situation was a bit strange. It was too intimate to lean over and hug a person on the bed. But Zhou Ziyi stretched out his hand and waited for him, looking natural. Yan Xiuji felt that it was a bit too much not to respond to him and made a fuss.

In the end, President Yan lowered his noble head, bent down and hugged Zhou Ziyi.

"Good morning." Zhou Ziyi put one hand around his neck and whispered in his ear, "Thank you for coming to help me. I'm very happy. I'm so happy that the pain in my body doesn't matter anymore. Muah!"

Zhou Ziyi spoke these words quickly and lightly, as if he was afraid that he would get stuck and stop talking. After he finished speaking, Zhou Ziyi quickly took back the quilt and pulled it up to cover his face, resolutely refusing to look Yan Xiuji in the eye.

Yan Xiuji had just come back to his senses from that mess of words when he found that Zhou Ziyi was hiding like a turtle.

Okay, now Mr. Yan felt much more helpless than the nausea of ​​hearing those words.

"Stop making trouble." Yan Xiuji pulled down his blanket to let him breathe. Zhou Ziyi was very timid at this moment, and closed his eyes tightly, as if he was afraid of being beaten.

"Okay, go to sleep. I'm leaving." Yan Xiuzhi stood up, but for some reason he didn't leave immediately. He just stood at the head of the bed and looked at Zhou Ziyi.

The young man still looked quite disheveled, but Yan Xiuzhi felt that he had probably seen him too many times in his usual appearance, so he didn't think he was ugly anymore, he just felt sorry for him.

And his face was still relatively fine. Yan Xiuji felt very depressed when he thought of the injuries on Zhou Ziyi's waist and abdomen.

Zhou Ziyi quietly opened his eyes a little.

Yan Xiuji immediately met his gaze and asked calmly, "What are you looking at?"

Zhou Ziyi: "...see if you've left." I didn't hear your footsteps, but what are you doing at my bedside?

——You are actually looking at me. Is this a good thing or a bad thing?

"I'm leaving now." Yan Xiuzhi didn't feel guilty at all about being caught. He said this and really turned around and left.

Zhou Ziyi looked at his back, saw him open the door, and suddenly said "uh..."

Yan Xiuzhi stopped, turned around, and waited for the young man to speak.

Zhou Ziyi hesitated for a moment: "So...see you tonight?"

"See you tonight." Yan Xiuzhi nodded, which was tantamount to promising that he would come again in the evening. Then he helped Zhou Ziyi turn off the lights and really went out.

The ward door closed and the room became quiet.

Zhou Ziyi opened his eyes in the dark, blinked, and chuckled softly.