Chapter 11 "Doctor Chu, my wound hurts a little."
As Chu Yi carried Qi Yuan across the noisy dance floor, Qi Yuan almost hung on him, his hot cheeks pressed against his neck, and the smell of alcohol mixed with mint cigarettes on his breath.
Qi Yuan was particularly clingy after getting drunk, with his arms tightly wrapped around Chu Yi's waist, mumbling "one more drink" incoherently.
The lighting in the VIP area was slightly dimmer than outside. Chu Yi was about to turn towards the exit when he suddenly heard someone calling his name.
Cheng Yingzhi leaned against the gilded and carved pillar, holding a half-burned red cigarette in his hand.
As soon as he hung up the phone and turned around, he saw a figure passing by who looked very much like Chu Yi, so he casually called out Chu Yi's name.
I didn’t expect it was really Chu Yi.
"Hey - Brother Yingzhi." Qi Yuan suddenly struggled to raise his head from Chu Yi's shoulder, grinning foolishly with half-open eyes, and pointing his trembling index finger at Cheng Yingzhi.
Cheng Yingzhi raised an eyebrow at Qi Yuan's drunken appearance, and reached out to straighten his baseball cap that had tilted to the back of his head: "Are you out fooling around again?"
His eyes moved to Chu Yi's face, and he curled his lips into a wicked smile. "Strange, you would actually come to a place like this?"
Chu Yi held up Qi Yuan's body, which was constantly falling. His white shirt was wrinkled from being rubbed. "Accompany him."
The two concise words were interrupted by Qi Yuan's sudden pounce on Cheng Yingzhi.
The drunk opened his arms to hug him, but Cheng Yingzhi quickly stopped him at arm's length by pressing his index finger against his forehead.
"It's hard to get a taxi here." Cheng Yingzhi said, tilting his head towards the private room. "Come in and sit for a while? I'll ask someone to bring some hangover soup." He paused and glanced at his watch meaningfully. "Even the designated drivers are busy at this time."
Pushing open the heavy wooden door of the box, you are greeted by the luxurious scent of cigar mixed with citrus aroma.
Chu Yi half-supported and half-carried Qi Yuan onto the leather sofa, not noticing that there was someone sitting in the dark.
The light from the crystal chandelier was dimmed, and Zhou Ai was completely trapped in the shadows. The hood of his black sweatshirt covered most of his face, and only the white and slender knuckles of his fingers that were shaking the glass could be seen.
He was holding a mouthful of vodka, the tip of his tongue pressing against the roof of his mouth to taste the burn of the alcohol.
The sound of Cheng Yingzhi pushing the door made him raise his eyelids lazily, then lower them again with a lack of interest until he heard a cold voice saying "thank you".
As Chu Yi sat down, the sofa made a slight dent. He was looking down at Qi Yuan's condition when he suddenly felt a strong presence coming from his side.
The moment he turned around, Zhou Ai had already pulled off his hood and rushed closer. His silver-gray hair brushed across Chu Yi's nose, carrying the base notes of bitter orange and tequila.
The tips of their noses were only ten centimeters apart.
Under the dim light, Chu Yi could even see Zhou Ai's pupils suddenly shrink.
"Fuck!" Zhou Ai jumped up reflexively, his knees hitting the edge of the coffee table, and the ice in the glass clinked.
As he backed away, he stepped on the hem of his trousers and stumbled, holding onto the wine cabinet to avoid falling. The vodka went down his throat and into his trachea, causing him to bend over and cough violently due to the spiciness.
Chu Yi subconsciously reached out to help, but froze in mid-air. He saw the tips of Zhou Ai's ears, red from coughing, and the scabbed scar on his brow.
"Are you okay?" Chu Yi withdrew his hand, his voice a little lower than usual.
Zhou Ai waved his hands and coughed so hard that he couldn't speak.
He was wearing an oversized black sweatshirt today, with the collar tilted to reveal his collarbone. Because of coughing, the hood of the sweatshirt slipped down, revealing his signature silver-gray short hair that he had just dyed today.
When Cheng Yingzhi came back with the sobering soup, he saw this strange scene - Zhou Ai was holding on to the sofa and coughing violently, Chu Yi was standing beside him, wanting to say something but stopping himself, and Qi Yuan was slumped on the sofa, drunk and unconscious.
"Do you... know each other?" Cheng Yingzhi looked at the two of them suspiciously.
Zhou Ai finally stopped coughing, and her eyes were still red when she stood up.
He wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and stared at Chu Yi with burning eyes: "What do you think, Doctor Chu?"
Chu Yi pursed his lips and didn't respond.
Cheng Yingzhi suddenly realized: "Oh, right! You were the one who treated Zhou Ai's injury!" He patted his forehead and handed Zhou Ai a tissue with a smile, "That's really a coincidence."
Zhou Ai took the tissue, the silver rings on his knuckles gleaming in the light. He dabbed at the wine stain on his chin and scooted closer to Chu Yi.
The distance between the two was so close that Chu Yi could smell the vodka in Zhou Ai's breath. He calmly moved back half a step, getting closer to Qi Yuan.
Cheng Yingzhi handed the hangover soup in his hand to Chu Yi, "Let Qi Yuan drink the hangover soup first?"
Chu Yi turned to help Qi Yuan, avoiding Zhou Ai's sight. He skillfully lifted the back of Qi Yuan's neck and fed him the hangover soup bit by bit.
Zhou Ai leaned on the edge of the sofa, his eyes falling on Chu Yi's bony fingers.
The doctor's hands were beautiful, slender and clean, his nails were trimmed neatly and smoothly, and the curvature of his wrist bones was just right.
"Doctor Chu." Zhou Ai suddenly said, "My wound seems to be a little painful."
Chu Yi paused and looked up at him: "Drinking will affect the healing of the wound."
"What should I do then?" Zhou Ai tilted her head, her tone innocent, "Can you help me take a look?"
Cheng Yingzhi frowned as he listened.
I've known Zhou Ai for so many years, but I've never heard him speak in this tone—the ending tone rises slightly, with a hint of coquettishness.
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