"So you're just unlucky. You've messed with me, and you're destined to never get rid of me."
Yi Mu's voice was sinister, revealing a murderous aura of someone driven to the brink of despair.
How do you know I can't get rid of you?
Yi Ganxian understood the meaning behind his words and smiled, "To die at your hands would feel pretty good."
Yi Mu closed his eyes, not wanting to talk to the pervert.
When Yi Ganxian approached Yi Mu, he noticed that Yi Mu's breath was hot and his voice was nasal, so he must have caught a cold.
He fastened his seatbelt and said, "Hold on tight, I'm taking you to the hospital."
Yi Mu took a deep breath, knowing he couldn't resist, and simply closed his eyes.
Although the Yi family owns a hospital, Yi Ganxian generally doesn't go there; he has his own personal doctor.
The car stopped in front of a European-style villa, which was even more impressive than the Yi family's house, with a garden that seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see.
The car door was opened by an elderly man wearing a tuxedo and sporting a beard.
"Welcome home, young master." He bowed deeply.
Yi Mu frowned uncomfortably. Yi Ganxian came down from the other side and asked, "Has Dr. Wei arrived?"
"We've been waiting for a long time."
Yi Mu felt as if he were walking on cotton, and walked into the villa feeling top-heavy.
A gentle-looking, handsome man was waiting there, with a large medicine box at his feet.
Yi Ganxian's face was covered in bruises and red marks from the beating, looking more disheveled than ever before.
Wei Shi had never seen Yi Ganxian like this before, and couldn't help but look at him a few more times out of curiosity.
The two were high school classmates. After graduation, they went their separate ways. Several years later, they met again at a class reunion, and their fate was rekindled.
Ignoring his own injuries, Yi Ganxian asked Wei Shi to take Yi Mu's temperature first.
Despite having a high fever of 39 degrees Celsius, the Imur was still able to run and jump around, demonstrating an astonishingly strong physique.
Wei Shi first gave Yi Mu an injection, and then prescribed a lot of antipyretics.
Yi Mu didn't want to be with Yi Ganxian for even a moment, but after the injection, his whole body felt sluggish, and he lay sprawled on the sofa, unwilling to move.
The tall, thin boy slumped on the sofa and quickly fell asleep.
Although Wei Shi claimed to be friends with Yi Ganxian, he knew nothing about his family affairs.
Knowing his friend's sexual orientation, he assumed the boy was Igan Kenji's latest prey, and clicked his tongue as he treated the boy's cracked lip.
"When did your tastes change? This boy's skills are quite impressive."
Yi Ganxian had practiced Muay Thai and was skilled in martial arts.
The fact that this boy could injure Igan Sen shows that he is not someone to be trifled with.
Of course, there is another possibility: Igan Kenji let the boy go and didn't fight back.
If it's the latter possibility, that would be terrible.
Given Ikan Kenji's character, he would never allow anyone to provoke him.
If he's going to give in to someone, that person is definitely someone he cherishes deeply, so he'd rather suffer himself than let his little darling vent her anger.
Thinking of this, Wei Shi couldn't help but chuckle.
There's a saying that everything has its counter, and he said that one day, someone would subdue this monster, Yigan Xian.
As a longtime friend, Ikan Kenji understood what his reaction meant.
He lifted his shirt, revealing a muscular abdomen covered in bruises, and said with a blank expression, "He's my brother."
Wei Shi was using tweezers to pick up a wad of cotton, dipped it in some medicinal wine, and was rubbing it on his wound when he heard this. His hand trembled and he stabbed the wound hard.
Igan Kenji should have been sweating profusely from the pain after taking that blow, but he didn't utter a single groan.
Wei Shi didn't care whether his friend would fire him as a family doctor in a fit of anger.
He put down the tweezers, his face a picture of utter disbelief.
"You fucking beast, you don't even spare your own brother!"
When he was giving the boy an injection, he noticed that the boy's lip was bitten and there were fingerprints on his chin.
The ambiguous traces were still fresh, meaning that his friend had done to his brother what only lovers would do.
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