Chapter 129 He couldn’t even protect himself, so how could he protect Yu Zehui…

In the howling rain, the rose petals that fell to the ground looked like a pool of crimson blood...

Zhi Yan closed his eyes and jumped down. Yu Zehui caught him, but he didn't stand firmly and fell into the grass full of gravel.

Yu Zehui held him tightly, and he was not hurt at all. Yu Zehui hit his back, and the veins on his neck crawled to his cheeks like tiny black snakes. He asked the person in his arms in a vicious voice, "Are you still alive?!"

Zhi Yan opened his eyes, Yu Zehui's face was gloomy and cold, but he still looked at him recklessly, "Brother, your eyes are like stars!"

Yu Zehui stood up and hugged him, "Just like your mother!"

When Yu Zehui holds the person in his arms, he always thinks of his crybaby brother. He wonders how he is doing now.

Yu Zehui carried him to the bedside, turned around and hid the bloody iron chain on the ground under the bed. He found a dry towel and wiped the water off his body.

Zhiyan's peach blossom eyes were red and swollen from crying, and she looked around cautiously, "Brother, why is your ward different from mine?" The decoration in the VIP ward was European style, so it was naturally different from the ordinary ward.

Yu Zehui didn't know if it was because of the injection... He had no patience at all, so he found a clean hospital gown from the closet and threw it in his face, "I don't know, change your clothes and go back to your own ward!"

Zhi Yan clutched the hospital gown tightly, biting his pale lips, wanting to cry but not daring to. "Fuck you!" Yu Zehui snatched the hospital gown from his hand, roughly took off his wet clothes, and put on the hospital gown.

After changing, she picked up the wet clothes on the ground and threw them into the trash can. She wiped her hands with the towel he had used to wipe them with water, pointed at him and warned him fiercely, "If you climb up here again in the future, I won't care even if you scream your throat out!"

Zhi Yan grabbed his cold fingers and said, "Brother, I'm hungry..."

Yu Zehui tried to break away from him, but he held her tighter, "You fucking bastard..."

"What do you want to eat?!"

Zhiyan said in a low voice, "Fried potatoes..."

Over the high wall, there is a camphor forest, and through the forest, there is a bustling snack street. He can often smell the aroma of fried potatoes.

Yu Zehui opened his mouth to curse him, but when he saw his pair of dark, bright and pure eyes, the curse in his throat could not come out.

He walked to the door and frantically kicked the sealed ward door twice. The person guarding the door asked tremblingly, "Master, what's wrong?"

Yu Zehui said unnaturally, let’s go to the hospital entrance and buy a bowl of fried food…” He didn’t finish.

Zhiyan suddenly threw himself into his arms, "Brother, ask him to put more coriander and chili powder! I like to eat it..."

Yu Zehui pushed him away with some disgust and asked the person at the door in a cold voice, "Did you hear that?"

"I heard it..." The person at the door lowered his voice.

"Then hurry up and buy it. Also, if you don't want to die, keep your mouth shut!" Yu Zehui was not afraid of what the old man would do to him at this point, but the little thing in front of him was innocent...

"yes……"

Even through the ward door, Zhi Yan could sense that the man was very afraid of Yu Zehui...

He didn't quite understand why such a handsome brother would be afraid?

The man was very efficient and bought it back quickly. Yu Zehui was disgusted by the smell of oil and said, "Go back to your own ward after you finish eating."

"Okay..." Zhi Yan looked at the fragrant and spicy fried potatoes in front of him and suddenly lost his appetite. "Brother, don't you want to eat it? It's delicious!"

Since Yu Zehui was forced to take the injection, he has not eaten much. He would vomit it out soon after taking it. He simply stopped eating. Yu Yaodong would never let him die. He would be injected with glucose every day, so he would not die even if he did not eat.

"No, eat it yourself."

Zhiyan ate very slowly and dawdled. He didn't want to go back. He was the only one in the ward. His father would leave after delivering his meals every day. He never said a word to him. The ward was cold and looked like the morgue he had been to.

Dad said he might go there one day, but he didn't want to go, he wanted to survive.

No matter how much he procrastinated, he finally finished eating. Yu Zehui grabbed him and kicked open the door of the ward, "Don't come here again!"

The eerie corridor cast three or four dark shadows, as if ghosts were wandering around. Zhi Yan ran back to the ward crying and slammed the door shut. Yu Zehui heard the door close and returned to the bed with a sense of relief.

In the middle of the night, a thunder tried to break the darkness. Yu Zehui was awakened by a burst of crying, and angrily opened his dim eyes, "Brother...Brother, open the door...I'm afraid I'm so scared of being alone..."

Yu Zehui's heart trembled when he heard this, and with a grim look on his face, he pulled up the white quilt and wrapped himself in it. He had no relationship with him, so he didn't want to care at all.

"Brother... please open the door, I'm scared, brother, please, brother..." Zhiyan shouted hoarsely, his two thin hands clapping blood red. In the past, when there was thunder, his parents would hold him in the middle, one patting his back and the other telling him stories.

But since he was diagnosed with heart disease, his parents no longer care about him and are unwilling to even hug him. But heart disease is not contagious, so why don't they hug him?

They divorced, and he was kicked around like a ball. Dad got married soon, had healthy children, and his aunt didn't like him, and his brother didn't like him either.

He wanted to find his mother, but she also had a new family. He wanted to find his grandmother, but she was old. He had no home, no, he did have one. That morgue-like ward was his home.

He hadn't received love for too long. Even though Yu Zehui had given him a lot, he was greedy and still wanted more. "Brother...Brother, I'm afraid..."

He was shoeless, and the floor was icy, biting at him. He was very thin, wearing a loose hospital gown, and it looked like he was just a skeleton that could fall apart at any time.

"Brother...Brother, I'm afraid of you..."

Yu Zehui didn't know whether it was because of his drug addiction or because he was annoyed by the crying of the person at the door, his bones began to hurt again, and the pain suddenly reached its peak. He roared and clenched the corner of the quilt. He wanted to suffocate himself, but the crying at the door of the ward made him hesitate.

The rain slammed against the windows like a ghost crawling out of a grave to take his life. When the crying outside the ward became weaker and weaker, he stopped struggling, threw off the quilt, strode out of bed, and opened the door of the ward without hesitation.

Zhiyan, with red and swollen eyes, fell in. "Brother... I'm scared..." His voice was soft, with a curved upward tone at the end. Yu Zehui seemed to see Yu Zeying as a child, and leaned over to hug him, "Don't cry..."

Zhi Yan quickly hugged his neck tightly, "Brother, I'm afraid..."

Yu Zehui's thin body stiffened again and again, "I understand..."

For a long time afterwards, Yu Zehui regretted opening the door...

Zhiyan took up a place on the large and warm hospital bed, crying. He came every night, whether it was a thunderstorm or not. Yu Zehui would lock the door at first, but later he was too lazy to do it.

Every time she locked up Zhiyan, she would cry, and he had to comfort her when she cried...

More troublesome than Yu Zeying...

He would always inadvertently reveal the ugly and horrible scar on his chest. He wanted him to love him more and preferably never drive him away.

When Yu Zehui touched the scar on his chest for the first time, he felt like there was a sharp blade in his throat. It took him a long time to ask those two words, "Does it hurt?"

Zhi Yan burst into tears, "It hurts, brother, blow on it and it will stop hurting."

Yu Zehui didn't blow it, but buttoned his buttons one by one and held his cold fingers tightly.

Zhi Yan held his large hand with distinct finger bones. He thought that as long as he held it tightly enough, Yu Zehui would not leave him...

As night fell, the stench of a corpse quickly spread throughout the ward. Yu Zehui stumbled and carried him off the bed, using all his strength to carry him to the door of the ward, and opened the door. "Go to your ward first, come back later, come back later..."

Zhiyan grabbed the door of the ward and cried, "I don't want it! Brother, what's wrong with you? Brother..."

Yu Zehui's eyes were dark red, and his back bones were aching so much that they felt like they were about to split. It felt like countless poisonous snakes were biting his flesh, drilling into his bones, and sucking his marrow!

His body was shivering and cold sweat was pouring down. He was about to collapse. He didn't want to kill anymore. He pulled Zhiyan roughly and said, "Go! Come back later. Go!"

"I don't want to! I won't leave, brother..." Zhi Yan hugged his thighs tightly. He cried loudly, thinking that Yu Zehui would pick him up and comfort him like before. But this time, no matter how loud he cried, Yu Zehui did not pick him up. Instead, he cried and the doctors and nurses came.

The doctors and nurses separated them. Yu Zehui was tied to the hospital bed with smelly iron chains. His legs were shaking, and he was struggling in pain and groaning, but the indifferent doctors and nurses seemed not to hear him.

Opening the medicine box and putting on white gloves, the nurse picked up the syringe inside and held Yu Zehui tightly. The cold silver metal needle tip pierced into the blood vessel in his arm. As Yu Zehui struggled desperately, the nurse pressed down and pushed the medicine in.

Yu Zehui stopped struggling, twitched slowly, and then lay motionless like a corpse, very much like the corpses he had seen in the morgue.

Zhiyan's lips trembled. He seemed to understand why Yu Zehui always drove him out one or two days a week. Why did he always wear a long iron chain?

Why are there always countless needle marks on his arms...

He pushed the nurse away like crazy and fell on Yu Zehui, but he was so thin and small that he couldn't even protect himself, let alone Yu Zehui.

Under the venomous gazes of the doctors and nurses, he rolled up his sleeves and offered his snow-white arms to them...