Chapter 59: The safest place for patients with masochistic preference disorder...

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The wind and snow were blinding - blinding Lu Ziyu's eyes.

The girl behind him took small steps and couldn't take big strides because she was wrapped from head to toe in a long down jacket by Chen Che, tightly covering her and leaving no room for air.

Ever since Chi Leyou beat Chen Che, every time Lu Ziyu looked at her, a gold coin popped out from under his eyes. He looked at her twice, and the gold coins clanged and drowned her.

Sister… Yes, Lu Ziyu is two years older than her, but he still wants to call her sister. Brother, I admire you so much!

He slid the car door open, and the hotel doorman bent over as if Chi Leyou were a top-class distinguished guest, and said in a flattering tone: "Sister, please get in the car."

“…” Every family has gone crazy.

The patient's eyelids drooped slightly, he sighed, and got into the car.

Lu Ziyu pretended to go to the back row. He'd been so tired for so long, so it wasn't too much for him to enjoy the boss-like treatment, right?

"What are you doing?" Chen Che said coldly, "Get in and sit in the passenger seat."

Well, he's at the bottom of society now that he's in the capitalist world! Even the homeless guy under the bridge is higher up than him.

He retreated in a cowardly manner and sat back in anger.

Bang—the passenger door slammed shut.

Chi Leyou moved to the left to make room for Chen Che.

Unexpectedly, the man went around to the main driver's seat.

"Uncle Zheng is on his way," Chen Che instructed the driver, "You go back with him."

The driver remained silent. Fellow member of the lower class, he silently walked into the emergency room. Uncle Zheng had just been rear-ended the day before yesterday, and the young boss had asked him to pick him up? Isn't the driver's life a life?

Lu Ziyu felt warm in his heart: "Brother, are you driving?"

"I don't trust you to drive." Chen Che wiped the steering wheel smoothly, and the tires with snow chains installed rolled over the snow, making a crunching sound.

Lu Ziyu was puzzled: “?”

Chen Che glanced in the rearview mirror and saw the "zongzi man" in the back seat peeling the shell. Their eyes accidentally collided, and under his gaze, Chi Leyou obediently fastened the back seat belt.

The passenger seat's outdated image of a fresh-faced young man was completely gone. He stretched out his long legs and put them on the front fender. Lu Ziyu said lazily, "It feels so good to have a full-time driver."

Chen Che said coldly: "Hold on tight."

So thoughtful? Lu Ziyu narrowed his eyes, feeling that his brother's sharp tongue had hidden meaning. He looked back and forth: "Why didn't you remind your sister?"

The girl in the back seat held on to her seat belt, an expression that said, "Don't cue me, please."

The driver deadpanned, "Her seat is the safest."

"Where's my seat?!" Lu Ziyu was defeated.

"The passenger seat is the most dangerous," the driver said calmly, tapping the brakes and steering clockwise. As the car slid along the muddy, snowy road, Lu Ziyu felt dizzy.

No wonder his brother didn't let Chi Leyou sit in the passenger seat. It turned out that his brother let his cousin lead the charge, leaving the safest place for his sweetheart.

He is not the god of plague, but the King of Hell on earth.

The man curled up in the passenger seat felt like vomiting, the kind of vomiting that comes with motion sickness.

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The car was bumpy all the way and difficult to drive on the snowy road. Half an hour later, the car arrived at Ren Mi's house.

The snowy paths in the neighborhood were cleared, and the man from Mathew's house next door helped fix the door lock.

Chen Che: "Get out of the car and collect Youyou's things."

Lu Ziyu: “…”

He got out of the car first, and the girl in the back seat also wanted to get out.

Click, the central control is locked.

She subconsciously raised her eyes: "What's wrong?"

"Don't go to that unlucky place."

"I want to help Ren Mi look after the house."

"Sorry, your job has been taken over by someone else."

"?"

The suitcase wheel got stuck in the snow, and Lu Ziyu successfully fell down, limping on his left foot and struggling to get to the trunk.

The trunk lid automatically rose up and the girl's suitcase was stuffed in. Lu Ziyu smiled innocently, "Brother, it's done."

A compliment came from the driver's seat: "Good boy."

All the hard work is worth it! Lu Ziyu was like a Border Collie that had been rewarded, his clear eyes shimmering with excitement, "Oh, brother, this is nothing."

Bian Mu Babaer walked around to the passenger seat and opened the door——

It's locked.

The car window was halfway down, and Chen Che said, "Youyou and I are good friends. My stepfather has discussed it with you, and this house belongs to you."

The man outside the car and the girl in the back seat were both stunned: "?"

"No, brother? What do you mean?" Lu Ziyu lowered his body, holding on to the window sill with his ten fingers, his voice full of anxiety.

Shen Che unbuckled his seat belt, hunched over the center console, stretched out his long arm, and rubbed his head: "Good boy, Home Alone."

The young man standing in the rearview mirror facing the wind and snow gradually turned into a jumping telephone pole.

"Chen Che! Your uncle!"

"Knowing you—"

"It's God's greatest punishment to me!"

"God is going to destroy him!"

The driver's window was half-rolled, and a fist was extended. Piu, middle finger raised, said solemnly: "Xiao Yuzi, the God here only understands English! I'll give you a Duolingo account, learn it well."

“…”

The clacking sound of the snow tires compacting the ice is like a naughty child deliberately stepping on biscuit crumbs.

Chi Leyou's lips moved for a long time, but he couldn't form a word.

"Want to scold me?" the driver took the initiative.

The originally healthy lip color like pale cherry now looks like a faded note.

The passenger in the back seat suddenly closed his lips: "I didn't scold you."

"I cursed in my heart."

She turned her face away and looked out the window deliberately. The street scene slowly receded. The car was driving steadily, and the driver was deliberately driving very slowly.

“…How can you let Brother Ziyu look after the house?”

"Aren't you going to send him a bed? He's young and full of energy." Chen Che disagreed. "How can you look after the house when you're sick? Be careful or I'll report your bestie for illegal employment."

She was speechless.

The pitiful look of Lu Ziyu appeared before his eyes again, like a stray dog abandoned by its owner. Chi Leyou spoke up for him: "Brother Ziyu is a good man."

"Am I not good enough?"

She thought for a second and nodded honestly: "Okay."

"You praised my brother with six words, but only praised me with two words? Chi Leyou, are you just being perfunctory to me?" He hadn't argued with her about calling Lu Ziyu "brother" yet!

“…”

Still want to compare?!

The sky was gloomy in the distance, the sunset and evening glow that should have appeared were swept away by thick clouds. The man's face looked serious, but Chi Leyou could see the smile wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. When he came to a red light, the taillights of the car in front of him cast a red glow on his face, the exact same color as the sunset.

Almost bewitched. The girl deliberately lowered her body to avoid making eye contact with the male demon in the rearview mirror.

He took a candy from the center armrest and handed it to the back with a cold face.

Chi Leyou took it.

Maple Leaf is a local specialty—maple leaf-shaped lollipops, perfect for coaxing children. Ren Mi brought many bags to her relatives in China.

Chen Che heard a rustling sound, and the ungrateful boy in the back seat was peeling off the candy wrappers.

Green light.

The vehicle in front was a huge salt spreader, spewing white salt grains from its U-shaped hopper like a miniature snowstorm.

The off-road vehicle kept a safe distance and followed the big guy obediently.

The ungrateful boy suddenly unbuckled his seat belt and leaned forward.

The air was stirred, and the scent of her body wafted over.

"Chi Leyou, you... um." Just as she was about to scold her for violating traffic rules, a lollipop appeared in her mouth.

Her voice was brisk, like dancing notes, like the stream flowing in a mountain stream in spring, like a little bird drawing water from the shallows, its orange claws shattering the light on the water surface.

"You're my best friend on Instagram, the kindhearted person who gave me $300 without asking for anything in return, the extra who had such great acting skills but had to play zombies, and the kindhearted fellow villager who took me to the doctor." She finished speaking in one breath, her mouth twitching. When did she join the Kuakua Cult?

The cloying sweetness of maple syrup assaulted his taste buds, forcing the man who didn't like sweet things to curl his lips, his eyes brimming with sweetness. He was struck by a sugar-coated bullet, his bones brittle as if he'd suffered from osteoporosis for ten years.

"What else?"

"You still want to listen?" Aren't you tired of it? Aren't you bored? Chi Leyou was stunned.

She was at a loss for words, but the driver in the front seat clearly hadn't heard enough.

A sentence suddenly popped up in my mind: Simple language touches the heart most directly.

After Chi Lang ran out of ideas, the girl finally managed to utter: "You are the best."

“Oh~”

Is this satisfactory?

Chi Leyou stole a glance at the man in the mirror.

His cheeks were layered with color, as red as Aksu waiting to be picked.

She wondered, "Why is your face so red?"

He blushed?! How could that be possible?! Aside from when he was born and nearly suffocated due to meconium stuck in his nose, he had never blushed in his life!

Chi Leyou grabbed the back of the driver's seat, leaned closer, and muttered, "Did I infect you?"

"Sit back." His back instantly straightened, his head almost hitting the roof of the car. The car moved at a speed of 20 yards. He said again: "If you don't behave yourself, the police will arrest you."

"Oh, I thought you had a fever."

She sat back down and focused her attention out the window.

The heavy snow finally stopped and the streets were being rebuilt after the disaster. There were not many cars on the road. Snowplows and salt spreaders were working diligently, and occasionally an ambulance rushed by.

She stopped observing the driver's every move, and Shen Che felt uncomfortable again.

He hummed twice, successfully attracting the girl's attention: "It seems that maybe he is a little uncomfortable."

Chi Leyou thought to herself that it was definitely not his mouth that was uncomfortable, as he talked several times more than usual. She simply got patient and asked him what was wrong.

"Dry mouth and tongue."

“…”

A bottle of water was handed over from behind and placed directly on the cup holder over the armrest: "Drink more water, the lid is open."

The young master didn't drink and just focused on driving.

"Aren't you thirsty?"

"The disease is coming to my head." Chen Che said bitterly, "I have a fever, you gave me that."

He spoke with great force. Chi Leyou recalled how weak he looked when he had a fever. The symptoms were different.

The off-road vehicle successfully overtook the snowplow. The road ahead had been sprinkled with salt, so the road was a little cleaner and the snow had obviously become thinner, revealing a bluish-gray road surface.

This car was taken care of by Uncle Zheng. It was equipped with dry and wet wipes, water... everything you need. This gave Chi Leyou the illusion that the car had everything he needed.

She lowered her head and looked around.

Chen Che parked the car on the side of the road and asked her what she was looking for.

The girl asked hesitantly, "Is there an ear thermometer in the car?" Body temperature was measured on the spot, and no one could cheat.

After a second of brain powering up, the young master finally understood: "You don't believe it?"

After that, he was still merciless and fired a broad shot: "You only have a safety hammer, do you want to hammer me to death?"

The girl in the back seat was so shocked that she rushed to the driver's seat, "Don't move, don't talk!"

He was not allowed to hide and his forehead was forcefully covered with his hand.

"..." His straight spine softened, his shoulders drooped, and he lowered his body to cooperate with her hand, and a sound escaped his mouth, "Oh."

Once wild animals are domesticated by humans, they will eventually become harmless big dogs.

He's just a little bigger, he can be very well behaved.

"I don't have a fever." The girl tried to pull her hand away, but was covered by his palm.

The heat was transmitted, and the coolness on the back of the hand was swept away by the heat source.

Chi Leyou was stunned. It turned out that his hands were so much bigger than hers.

Damn, she's actually jealous of him. A body warmer. Constant 37°C, no need to recharge, only loses its effectiveness if you die, burn, or bury it... In other words, super long standby time.

I really want to have it.

The con man pretending to be sick was dissatisfied: "Look, smell, ask, and palpate, and you just say 'palpate'? The old military doctor on the telephone pole is more professional than you."

"I touched it, you don't have a fever."

"It's burned."

"Then touch it yourself."

"You let the patient touch it?"

Their words were meaningless. They were like two bored elementary school kids, wasting their youth during the long vacation.

Deep humming echoed in the carriage: "Barefoot doctor, charlatan."

“…”

Chi Leyou secretly made up her mind: she would work hard and save enough money to hire a professional thug. On a dark and windy night, in a deserted alley, she would cover the man's head with a sack and beat him to death.

As soon as the back door opened, she jumped out of the car wrapped in a clear down jacket, like a pitch-black penguin taking small steps on the Antarctic glacier.

"Where are you going!" Chen Che bit his back teeth to pieces, regretting teasing her. The real patient jumped out of the car.

Just as he was about to get out of the car to arrest the man, the man ran back to the car happily.

Are you turning yourself in now?

She hissed and shuddered, "It's so cold."

"You're not well yet, and you're going to get some fresh air?" The hospital's income depends entirely on disobedient patients like you.

"Here, this is the prescription that Doctor Chi gave you." She presented a snowball like a magic trick and stuffed it into Shen Che's hand without saying anything. "This is a rural clinic. There are no ice packs. Please use a snowball to cool down."

“…”

"Don't you have a fever? Press it yourself."

The snowball in the palm of my hand was dirty, with a withered maple leaf in it.

"This snow is not white." Shen Che was angry. This girl must have done it on purpose.

"You still complain?"

Under her gaze, Shen Che hit the snowball on his forehead.

It’s icy cold, chilling to the bone.

The black and white eyes looked at him, as if they were very satisfied that he was obediently doing as he was told.

"Chen Che."

"Um?"

"There's dog urine in this snow."

The young master pressed the car window frantically, and the snowball drew a long parabola in the air.

He turned around with a dark face and glanced at Chi Leyou in the back row who was holding his stomach and laughing wildly.

I was fooled by this girl.

From his chest to his brain, searching every nook and cranny of his body... he seemed to be dead.

Not even a breath.

Even a little bit...refreshing?

He is not a patient with fever, he is a patient with masochistic preference disorder.

It's over, he's such a pervert.