Thirty-eight feathers
“Beep—beep—beep—”
While his thoughts were in chaos, Ye Linghan heard the regular beeping of the electrocardiogram monitor beside his ear, and then heard Su Mo's voice.
"Hello, when will he wake up?"
I'm still alive...
Even in his sleep, the scene of the car accident was still vivid and replayed in his mind over and over again.
His eyes were blurred by blood. When he saw Jiang Wanru lying lifeless, seriously injured and unconscious beside him, he hoped that she could survive.
"The young master has hired the best doctor for him and the other injured person. They are now out of danger, but as for when they will wake up, I can't say for sure."
Ye Linghan could tell that it was Sun Mao who was speaking, but it was only Sun Mao.
Young Master...
Didn't Yin Chen come?
Gradually regaining consciousness, Ye Linghan desperately tried to open his eyes to look for the figure he longed to see.
The absence of that familiar smell around him made him feel a little uneasy.
Is Yin Chen angry, so he didn't come? Is he blaming him for going out without permission and coming back injured, so he doesn't want to see him?
When people are sick or extremely weak, they will increasingly desire the care and comfort of familiar people. At this moment, Ye Linghan urgently hoped that Yin Chen could appear in front of him immediately.
"Xiao Ye! Are you awake?"
Su Mo saw Ye Linghan's fingers move, and then saw him open his eyes. He couldn't suppress his excitement. He hurried forward and asked with concern: "How are you? Are you feeling unwell? Do you need a doctor?"
A series of questions made Ye Linghan, who had just regained consciousness, completely unable to think. He just shook his head and opened his mouth again and again, but could not utter a single syllable.
He felt as if all the bones in his body were about to fall apart, and every movement was as painful as being bitten by ants.
Seeing this, Su Mo, who was standing by, quickly added some hot water to the boiled water on the table, then sat down next to Ye Linghan and helped him up to lean against him.
"Let me help you drink some water."
Ye Linghan had no strength left in his body at this moment and could only let Su Mo do whatever he wanted.
Half a cup of warm water goes down my throat, like sweet dew moistening the dry and cracked land, bringing a glimmer of life.
"Where is Senior Sister Jiang? How is she?" Ye Linghan could barely speak, but his voice was hoarse.
Even though he was more eager to know why Yin Chen didn't come, out of professional ethics, his first choice was still Jiang Wanru.
"Don't worry." Su Mo rocked the bed for Ye Linghan and then sat on a chair beside the bed. "She was indeed seriously injured, but it might be her instinctive desire to survive that saved her. She is now out of danger. Xiao Liao is guarding her."
"Luckily, she turned the car around in time, so your injuries aren't serious. You were just knocked unconscious by the sudden deployment of the airbag. You should be fine after a few days of recuperation."
It had only been a few days since he was discharged from the hospital, but he was back in jail again. Ye Linghan found it ridiculous just thinking about it.
But fortunately, my senior sister is still alive, otherwise not only would I feel guilty, but Zhao Tang would also be very sad.
He knew that Zhao Tang was cultivated by Jiang Wanru. In his heart, Jiang Wanru's status was comparable to that of a teacher.
"How long was I unconscious?"
"About two days and one night. Do you want to eat something?"
Su Mo bought some light food suitable for Ye Linghan in advance, but he didn't know when he would wake up, so he bought a lot of it.
Ye Linghan had a severe headache. He glanced at Sun Mao standing behind Su Mo and wanted to ask him where Yin Chen was, but he felt guilty for having promised to accompany him that night on the day of the accident and ended up breaking his promise and bringing himself to the hospital. So he didn't know how to start the conversation.
But Sun Mao was, after all, an assistant promoted by Yin Chen. He could keenly perceive and perfectly relay requests or orders that the other party wanted to say but could not say due to his status, not to mention someone like Ye Linghan whose entire thoughts were written on his face.
He glanced at Su Mo.
Ye Linghan understood what he meant, so he found a reason to send Su Mo away.
When they were the only two left in the room, Sun Mao spoke, "Young Master's condition is not optimistic. You know his physical condition."
This time, Sun Mao addressed Ye Linghan as "you", his tone serious and with a hint of dissatisfaction.
Not optimistic?
Ye Linghan frowned and sat up straight. He only knew that Yin Chen couldn't control his supernatural powers for a few days every month. Ever since he had been with him, relying on his own blood, every month had been relatively calm.
But he was also curious about how Yin Chen survived when he was not around, but since the other party didn't say it, he didn't want to bring it up.
Until today when he heard Sun Mao say this, and by guessing the emotions revealed in his words, Ye Linghan had a bad feeling in his heart.
He didn't dare think any further.
"Where is he now?" Ye Linghan stood up anxiously and grabbed Su Mao's arm.
It's his fault, he has to bear it himself.
"When you recover, I will take you to see the young master." Sun Mao stepped back because he did not dare to overstep the line.
"No, I have to go now! And..." Because of his excitement, Ye Linghan felt a black screen in front of his eyes, his body was in a trance, and he almost fell down. "Let's use the old way of addressing each other. I don't like the name "you." His tone calmed down.
Sun Mao had no choice but to lend a hand.
"Okay then." He glanced at the needle stuck in the back of Ye Linghan's hand and softened his heart. "I'll go find a doctor."
As an outsider, he couldn't interfere in the affairs of his own young master and mistress. Since Ye Linghan asked, he couldn't refuse on behalf of Yin Chen. After all, the young master didn't mention how to refuse if Ye Linghan insisted on going.
Watching the doctor examining him slowly and methodically, Ye Linghan felt extremely anxious, but Sun Mao forced him to undergo a full body examination, and he had no other choice.
Seeing that the doctor had finished examining him, Ye Linghan couldn't wait to get out of bed and ran out without even changing into his hospital gown.
He missed Yin Chen so much. In the past, these emotions had been suppressed for too long and he couldn't express them out loud. But now it was different. He wanted to see Yin Chen all the time, and his love poured out from his heart.
"Hey, Xiaoye, where are you going?" Su Mo, who walked to the door, almost bumped into Ye Linghan who ran out. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and dodged to the side to escape.
He hurriedly grabbed Ye Linghan, unable to understand what important matter a patient needed him to do.
"I'm going home for a while. Please help me take care of things here." He didn't want to explain.
It turned out that he was going to find Yin Chen.
Su Mo understood and didn't ask any more questions.
Ye Linghan was drowsy sitting in the back seat of the car all the way. Running from the ward to the parking space downstairs took him all his strength. From the time he woke up to the time he got in the car, it took no more than half an hour. The high mental tension before he woke up and the coma caused by the heavy blow in the car accident made his body very weak.
But in order to see Yin Chen earlier, none of this matters.
The car's aromatherapy and the warm air made Ye Linghan's eyelids heavier and heavier. He leaned his head against the car window, trying to stay awake through the cold touch and the bumpy ride.
Why had he not arrived after driving for so long? He forced himself to open his eyes and looked out the window, only to find that the environment on both sides of the road was a little unfamiliar. It was not a road he often took.
"Where are we going?" Ye Linghan asked in a deep voice.
Sun Mao sat in the passenger seat and looked up at Ye Linghan through the rearview mirror. "Yue Shan Ting."
Hearing that it was a familiar place, Ye Linghan felt relieved and nodded dazedly in response. He really didn't have the energy to speak.
“Clatter—Clatter—”
A harsh sound of metal friction came into Ye Linghan's ears.
He was awakened, and while his vision was blurry, he felt touch first. He found that he had been lying on the bed without knowing when. Looking at the outline, there were a few people standing not far away. He didn't know what they were doing. He couldn't see clearly, so he could only blink hard to try to focus.
The familiar smell mixed with the strong smell of blood mixed with the air and was inhaled by Ye Linghan.
He focused his eyes with great effort and saw Yin Chen, who seemed to be injured and was far away from him. He was surrounded by several doctors in white coats.
His hands and feet were chained to a chair, a pair of wings were spread out behind him, one of which was broken for some reason and hung loosely at the top, his body covered in blood.
Yin Chen lowered his head, breathing heavily through his nose and mouth, the veins on his neck bulged, and his chest heaved violently. He looked very uncomfortable. He unconsciously raised his eyes and met the gaze of the person in front of him. His eyes were bloodshot, a look Ye Linghan had never seen before.
"Yin Chen..." Ye Linghan called softly. He threw off the quilt, got out of bed, and stumbled over.
When the medical staff heard the noise, they turned around and made way for him. Ye Linghan ran to Yin Chen and hugged him tightly, as if he wanted to rub him into his own flesh and blood.
"Hmm..." Yin Chen let out a muffled groan from his throat.
I don’t know where such a weak patient gets so much strength.
The chains on his wrists rattled as their bodies collided.
"You..." Yin Chen used his remaining willpower to raise his hands and hug the person in front of him, but he was bound by the chains and could not move.
"Achen, what's wrong with you? How could this happen?" Ye Linghan hugged him and turned to look at the doctor beside him. He cried, his eyes red, "Why did you do this to him? What happened to him?"
"Can you please let him go? Please let him go..." Ye Linghan cried anxiously, "It hurts if you lock him up like this..."
One of the men in a white coat stepped forward and tried to pull Ye Linghan up, but failed. He sighed and said slowly, "It's not that we don't want to release the young master, but he's out of control right now, so we have no choice but to lock him up."
Ye Linghan desperately shook her head, large tears falling down, soaking the clothes in front of Yin Chen. "No, you see, he's not out of control, he's not moving around. Please, let him go."
Because he spoke too fast, Ye Linghan was a little out of breath.
It was hard for him to imagine what Yin Chen had gone through to become so miserable.
At this moment, he only felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if it was being dissected.
Suddenly, Ye Linghan seemed to remember something. He spotted a small knife on the table beside him and flew over to grab it. He was so fast that the doctors didn't react to stop him. Then he moved the blade towards his neck at an extremely fast speed and cut it without hesitation.
The intense pain forced Ye Linghan's hands to tremble, and when the knife fell to the ground, a large area of bright red liquid was stained on the blanket.
Ye Linghan covered the narrow wound on his neck with one hand, letting the blood flow down.
Yin Chen seemed to be stimulated by the smell, his body trembling slightly uncontrollably. He wanted to explode but tried hard to restrain himself.
"Achen!" The leading doctor shouted and was about to rush forward, but was suddenly grabbed by the arm by Sun Mao behind him. Then he shook his head at him, signaling him not to bother.
The others looked at the two of them.
Ye Linghan lowered his hand that was covering the wound. His palm was filled with red liquid, with a small amount dripping through his fingers. However, he didn't care at all. Without a second thought, he tilted his head back and poured the blood into his mouth.
The fishy, sweet and pungent smell filled his entire mouth and rushed straight to his head.
The corners of his mouth and neck were stained with his own blood, and his face was pale, like an evil spirit from the underworld.
How could anyone drink this stuff?
Ye Linghan frowned, clenched his back teeth, suppressed the discomfort, straightened his upper body, and stuck his whole body between Yin Chen's legs. He climbed onto his shoulders with both hands, kissed him on the lips, and fed him his blood, the antidote that could perfectly suppress the superpowers in Yin Chen's body, mouth to mouth.
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