I don't want anyone to touch him.
Looking at Lin Yu'an's happy words, Gu Lin's mouth corners slightly raised.
As long as you are happy.
During his hospital stay, Lin Yu'an could only lie in bed and spent most of his time playing with his mobile phone.
In order to prevent his fans from worrying about him, he repeatedly posted several announcements, telling everyone that he was resting and recovering from his injury and would not be able to live broadcast recently.
Maybe it's because he plays with his phone day and night, and the temperature in the room is too low.
Lin Yu'an developed a fever while his resistance was recovering.
The early morning light had just barely penetrated the thick clouds, coating the cold walls of the ward with a layer of grayish white, when nurse Xiao Yang came in pushing a nursing cart.
The wheels rolled on the smooth floor, making a gurgling sound, instantly breaking the almost frozen silence that had lasted all night in the ward.
"Mr. Lin, it's time to wipe off."
Xiao Yang's voice was clear and professionally gentle. She neatly placed the basin of warm water on the bedside table and reached out to unbutton the first button of Lin Yu'an's hospital gown.
Lin Yu'an was awakened by the noise. He opened his eyelids a crack with heavy eyelids, his consciousness still mired in fatigue. He mumbled, "Hmm..."
However, just before Xiao Yang's fingers were about to touch the skin below Lin Yu'an's neck, a cold voice sounded without warning, with unquestionable force, like a piece of ice hitting water:
"etc."
Xiao Yang's hand suddenly stopped in mid-air and he looked back in surprise.
Gu Lin had stood up from the chair without anyone noticing. His tall figure carried an invisible sense of oppression, and he stepped to the bedside in a few steps.
His face was extremely gloomy, and there was a thick, undispellable haze in his eyes. He glanced sharply at Xiao Yang's hand, as if there was something unclean on it.
"I'll do it." These two words were firm and decisive, leaving no room for negotiation.
His eyes fell on Lin Yu'an's open collar, revealing a small piece of fair skin.
An extremely complex emotion was surging in the depths of his eyes - a strong possessive desire was like a tangible flame, burning his reason, but was suppressed by something deeper and more cautious.
Xiao Yang was frightened by his cold aura and subconsciously took a small step back.
There was some grievance and confusion on his face: "Mr. Gu, this is our job..."
"I said, I'll do it." Gu Lin interrupted her. His voice was not loud, but every word was like an ice cone.
He stopped looking at the nurse and leaned over to take her place.
He picked up the warm towel soaked in the basin and wrung it dry, his movements almost mechanically skilled.
The heat from the towel was rising.
He lifted a corner of the thin blanket covering Lin Yu'an, moving extremely carefully.
The warm towel rested on the skin just below his collarbone.
Lin Yu'an's body trembled slightly, and Gu Lin's wiping movements froze instantly, and he held his breath.
After a few seconds, he continued to move the towel extremely slowly, controlling the force more and more gently, as if he was wiping a fragile rare treasure.
He kept a tense face throughout, his jawline tightened, his thin lips pressed into a cold, hard straight line, and he deliberately maintained a serious, businesslike expression.
However, the bright morning light in the ward mercilessly exposed the rapidly spreading and unconcealable blush on his earlobe.
Her face was red all the way to her ears, forming a heart-pounding contrast with the cold aura emanating from him.
He wiped it very carefully and very slowly.
The towel was carefully used to avoid the dark bruises on the chest and ribs caused by leakage of the infusion.
When he needed to wipe the area near his arm, he had to lean over slightly, and his arm inevitably passed over Lin Yu'an's body.
At that moment, his broad shoulders and chest almost completely enveloped Lin Yu'an in his shadow. The warm, clean scent of soapberry and cedar strongly invaded Lin Yu'an's senses.
Lin Yu'an was dizzy from the fever, but he could clearly feel the heat and unique scent brought by Gu Lin's approach.
His heart skipped a beat uncontrollably, then began pounding against his chest, making him feel dizzy.
He subconsciously lowered his eyelids, his long eyelashes trembling uneasily, his gaze fell on his hands placed outside the quilt, his fingers slightly curled up.
My cheeks seemed to be getting hot, but fortunately the slight redness of the high fever covered it up.
Gu Lin seemed completely unaware of the ambiguous and oppressive feeling brought about by the distance, or perhaps he did notice it but could only try harder to maintain that "professional" mask.
"Why is it so hot?" Gu Lin frowned when he accidentally touched Lin Yu'an's skin.
Xiao Yang immediately took out the infrared thermometer and read it. "38.7 degrees Celsius, I have a fever."
"Go get a doctor."
"Please wait a moment, I'll be there right away." Xiao Yang ran out of the ward without stopping.
Gu Lin silently watched Lin Yu'an lying weakly on the hospital bed.
After a moment, he stood up and adjusted the IV tube with a somewhat stiff movement. His fingers were pinching the regulator, but his fingertips were shaking slightly without being noticed.
He stared at the transparent dropper with an expression that was almost harsh and focused. What flowed in the dropper was not liquid medicine, but his confused mood at the moment.
The only sounds in the ward were the slight sound of liquid dripping from the IV tube and his slightly rapid and suppressed breathing.
"The doctor is here!"
The doctor examined Lin Yu'an's body and told the nurse to change his dressing.
After the doctor left, Gu Lin dragged a chair and sat down beside the bed, seemingly with no intention of leaving.
Lin Yu'an fell into a deep sleep again in a daze.
The afternoon sun, with a lazy warmth, slanted through the window of the ward.
"Uncle!" Doupi rushed in like a cannonball, carrying a cartoon schoolbag that was much bigger than his small body, and plunged headfirst into the side of Lin Yu'an's bed.
The little hands tightly grasped the corner of the quilt, and the upturned little face was full of grievance and anxiety. The big eyes were watery and the voice was filled with tears, "Mommy is going to fly away again!"
Lin Jiating followed in, her face showing fatigue and deep regret from the long flight.
She was wearing a neat business suit and her suitcase was standing outside the door.
She quickly walked to the bedside, touched Doupi's head first, then looked at Lin Yu'an with guilt: "An'an, I'm so sorry, there was a major problem with the project in the United States, and I have to fly over immediately to deal with it. It will take at least two weeks..."
She looked at her brother's pale face and the needle in his hand, then at her son who was clinging to his uncle. Her eyes instantly turned red and her voice choked with sobs: "Doupi... can only trouble you for a few more days. I... I really..."
She couldn't continue, the strong sense of self-blame almost overwhelmed her.
She felt heartbroken to leave her sick and hospitalized brother and young son behind.
Lin Yu'an was awakened by Doupi's cry. Although his head was groggy, he still reached out and hugged Doupi into his arms, gently patting his back to comfort him: "Be good, Doupi, don't cry, don't cry."
He glanced around the ward and didn't see Gu Lin. It seemed that the scene in the morning might have been an illusion.
He looked up at his sister and tried to force a comforting smile, even though that smile was full of weakness and helplessness.
"Sister, don't say that. Work is more important. Leave Doupi to me, don't worry. I... I'll be discharged soon and can take care of him."
The voice was weak and faint.
He himself was completely unsure.
The feeling of physical weakness is always with you, taking care of an energetic five-year-old?
He felt dizzy even when he got out of bed and took a few steps.
"No!" Lin Jiating retorted subconsciously, frowning, "How can you do this? Doupi is so naughty, what if..."
Her eyes searched the ward anxiously, like a drowning person trying to grab a piece of driftwood, "I'll see if I can contact a more reliable nanny..."
The air in the ward became heavy and anxious because of this sudden predicament.
Doupi buried his face in Lin Yu'an's arms, sobbing softly.
Lin Jiating took out her cell phone, swiped the screen quickly, and searched through the address book. The breath of anxiety almost condensed into substance.
Lin Yu'an also began to think in his heart, why not go to his neighbor Aunt Zhang and pay more for the care?
But Aunt Zhang also has her own things to do, and sometimes money isn't the only issue. If she just finds a nanny, she's worried she might not pay attention and might even abuse the child.
At this moment, the ward door was pushed open again.
Gu Lin's tall figure appeared at the door, holding a thermos bucket in his hand. It was obvious that he had just returned from getting lunch.
His sharp eyes quickly swept across the scene in the ward - the crying child, the anxious sister, and Lin Yu'an, who was holding the child, his face pale but trying to remain calm. He instantly understood the situation.
Lin Jiating seemed to have seen a savior and spoke hurriedly, her tone anxious: "Mr. Gu, look at this..."
Gu Lin walked in without waiting for her to finish.
He first placed the thermos steadily on the bedside table, then his eyes fell on Doupi who was still sobbing.
Without any unnecessary words or hesitation, he stretched out his arms towards Doupi, his posture steady and powerful.
"Doupi," his voice was low, but it carried a strange soothing power that pierced through the child's sobs, "Come here."
Doupi raised her head with tears in her eyes and looked at Gu Lin.
Doupi had a natural trust and reliance on Uncle Gu, the man who held him so high. He almost instinctively loosened his grip on Lin Yu'an's quilt and opened his arms towards Gu Lin.
Gu Lin bent down and picked up the little kid steadily with one hand. His movements were so skillful that it seemed as if he had practiced them countless times.
Doupi naturally hugged his neck and rested his little head on his broad shoulders. The sobbing miraculously subsided, leaving only a little hum of grievance.
Gu Lin held the child and turned to Lin Jiating, who was shocked and had not yet reacted, with a calm tone.
But with a final and decisive tone, he said, "Ms. Lin, you can focus on your work. Doupi," he paused, then turned his gaze to Lin Yu'an, who was also staring at him in astonishment from the hospital bed. Something flashed in his eyes, and then he regained his usual calm and confident expression, and uttered three clear words, "I'll take care of it."
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