71 Skin 13 || Lesion 1
As expected, medical records of both men appeared in 1814 and 1825 respectively.
On the way back to the hall, Yan Shuang lowered his head, thinking about something.
There is no need to explain the tacit understanding they have developed after several games. Jing Ning consciously leads the way in front, and he just needs to follow.
"I always have a feeling that I will be the next one." Yan Shuang spoke calmly while holding the medical record, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.
The elevator slowly descended, and in the cabin, apart from the two people, the only sound was the sound of the machine running.
Until they reached the first floor, Jing Ning didn't respond, and of course didn't give him a good look.
"What's wrong with you two? You weren't like this when you went up just now. You looked cold to begin with, and now your face is darker, making it feel like the temperature has dropped by several degrees." Ye Jing'an muttered to Yan Shuang.
Yan Shuang glanced to the side and quickly lowered her head, "I think I said something wrong."
"That's it?!" Ye Jing'an was confused for a moment. "That's not the case. The boss can't be so stingy just because of a word. Who among us hasn't said something wrong? Do you think he cares about us?"
Yan Shuang was picking at her fingernails while thinking about how to save the current situation.
"What did you say?" Gossip is all around us, and it's impossible not to ask for clarification.
Yan Shuang felt annoyed. "You worry about so many things every day."
"Gossiping doubles one's happiness, and munching on melons makes one's face glow. This is my secret to staying young forever." Ye Jing'an grinned widely. "Tell me what's going on. Maybe I can give you some advice."
Yan Shuang hesitated for a moment, suppressing his emotions. He originally thought it was no big deal and didn't want to talk about it, but he couldn't stand the man chattering in his ear, which gave him a headache. "I just said that I might be the one who gets into trouble tonight."
After saying that, he turned around to look at the two people lying on the ground. They must have woken up in the middle of the night, as there were several pools of dark brown blood around them.
In order not to affect others, Lin Haichen and Jing Ning had to move them to the corner.
After knowing this, Ye Jingan closed his little mouth that had been whispering all the time, his brows furrowed. Looking at his eyes, Yan Shuang felt that he had seen them before. Ye Jingan wanted to open his mouth several times, but finally closed it silently.
Yan Shuang met his eyes, and he remembered that this was the look he gave to someone mentally retarded, so he said unhappily, "If you have to fart, just fart. Why don't you hold it in until you die?"
"Don't you think..." Ye Jing'an was serious for once, "Is this a form of concern?"
"Just because I care about you, you give me a cold shoulder?" said Eye Cream.
Ye Jingan: "You deserve to be single!"
"But we are both men." Although I knew before that some men like men, I didn't think much of it when I watched the fire from the other side of the river. I never thought that one day this fire would burn me.
"What are you afraid of? What others think of you? If you care too much about what others think, you'll become their pants, because you'll have to bear the brunt of whatever they say." Ye Jing'an had figured it all out long ago. "Even though it sounds a bit disgusting to say this, it's the truth."
Eye Cream closed his mouth. He really had no experience in love. In fact, many times he could not understand what love and like were.
Just like him and Ye Jing'an, they have completely different personalities, but they can get along happily. This is the love between friends.
What about love?
Yan Shuang thought carefully.
He had never thought about these questions before. When a beautiful girl confessed her love to him, he often just admired her and thought to himself that maybe he just hadn't met the person who could really make his heart beat.
However, Jing Ning's appearance brought him an unprecedented feeling. This feeling was completely different from any previous experience. He wanted him to be powerful and dazzling all the time, and all dangers would be far away from him. If necessary, Yan Shuang would stand in front of him without hesitation, just wanting him to be well.
Until now, Yan Shuang suddenly realized that this was love.
What does Jing Ning mean to him? Love? Or just a passing crush?
But none of this mattered. Even if it was love, so what? Talking about love in this precarious game was too much of a luxury.
Time always passes quickly during the day, and the remaining people went upstairs on their own after finishing their dinner.
When they parted, Yan Shuang stood opposite Jing Ning and said, "I'll be careful tonight."
"Um."
Yan Shuang: "After I go up, I will lock the door and then find something to hold it against the door so that the nurse won't come in."
Jing Ning's expression was no longer as cold as before, like the snow on the mountain, slowly melting. "It's not certain yet whether the real patient and the fake patient have a symbiotic relationship, so..."
"I understand." Yan Shuang interrupted him, "I will leave a way for myself."
Jing Ning nodded and kept his mouth shut.
"You have to be careful too. Although it seems safe at night, no one can predict what will happen in the game," Yan Shuang warned.
Jing Ning's eyes lit up with a smile, and he met Yan Shuang's bright eyes, "Yan Shuang."
"Um?"
"See you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow."
See you tomorrow is such a beautiful and precious word. The one I miss and the one I want to see will be there tomorrow, and I am always full of anticipation.
When Yan Shuang returned to the room, the first thing he did was to reinforce the door. He removed the iron frame from the extra bed and cross-fixed it to the back door. Then he moved the bedside table over and shook it hard. The door had become quite sturdy.
His hands and feet had been busy for nearly half an hour. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, relaxed for a while, and then stood in the room with his hands on his waist to admire his masterpiece.
So the problem is, although the door is reinforced, it will be troublesome to get out.
He swore to Jingning that he would leave a way out, but now the only way out is the window.
Yan Shuang found it a little funny. Why not count it as a road? It was also a dead end.
However funny it was, Yan Shuang sat back on the bed and simulated in his mind that if the nurse outside came in, he would definitely die, but he could still resist the old man in the room for a while.
What needs to be done has been done, and now we can only act according to circumstances.
After a simple wash, he lay on the hospital bed, half asleep. He had just expended his energy and soon felt sleepy.
“Huh—huh—”
The breathing sound from the bed next to her was particularly loud tonight, and Yan Shuang woke up from her sleep.
He glanced at the time. It was 1:30 in the morning, the most dangerous time in the game.
Yan Shuang pulled the quilt over her head and stuck her head out.
The moonlight spread across the room like water, shining through the window onto his face, making his features appear vaguely visible in the darkness.
Under the light, the person on the bed next to him can be clearly seen.
“Huh—huh—huh—”
Every breath the old man took became heavy and labored, and it seemed that his condition was worse than the previous two days.
Yan Shuang rolled her eyes and looked at the door. The stainless steel frame emitted a cold light, and the corridor outside was unusually quiet.
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