Chapter 29: I'm almost dying
Qin Yanchuan didn't seem to be disturbed by the sudden sound and continued with his actions.
After a few minutes, he finally put down the painting in his hand. The warm yellow light of the desk lamp shone on the man's profile. He stared at the drawing paper quietly, and the sharp and clear lines on his face were faintly soft.
Under the dim light, a young woman with long black hair was born under Qin Yanchuan's brush. The woman had an extremely outstanding and beautiful appearance, a gentle temperament, and a soft, faint smile on her face.
It is just a simple sketch, without much skill, but it is extremely charming.
"Uncle Qin, open the door..."
"Uncle Qin..."
The noise outside had not stopped yet, and Qin Yanchuan finally got up and walked out the door.
The door of the study was ajar and the lights in the corridor were on, so Qin Yanchuan recognized at a glance who was standing in front of his bedroom.
Shi Yang was wearing pajamas, leaning against the door with a thin body, knocking on the door and shouting weakly with a hoarse voice:
"Uncle Qin, why are you sleeping so soundly? Ahem... I've been calling you for quite a while."
"Hurry, hurry, hurry... ask your doctor friend to come over."
As he spoke, his voice suddenly rose: "Qin Yanchuan!"
"Ahem... that's too much, really too much. You'd better keep one eye open and keep watch when you sleep!"
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Qin Yanchuan raised his hand and rubbed his swollen temples. When Shi Yang could no longer hold on and slid down the door panel to sit on the ground, he finally pushed open the crack in the door and walked to the young man at a leisurely pace.
Qin Yanchuan's voice was a little heavy, and he called out to Shi Yang, but there was not much emotion in his tone: "Why don't you sleep in the middle of the night and come to scold me?"
Shi Yang's head was dizzy from the fever and he thought he was hallucinating.
He frowned uncomfortably, raised his head and looked over, and really saw the man suddenly standing in front of him. The tall figure of the other party almost enveloped him.
Qin Yanchuan also saw his appearance at this moment, his lips were dry and pale, his cheeks were a sickly red, and he was sweating.
Looks like he's sick.
Qin Yanchuan's face was expressionless. He looked down at the person in front of him and said in a calm tone: "I'm not a doctor."
The implication is that there is no point looking for him.
However, just as he finished speaking, Shi Yang suddenly rushed over and hugged his calves.
"Uncle Qin, seriously, I feel like I'm dying..."
Shi Yang's head also rested on Qin Yanchuan's calf, his eyes closed weakly, but his mouth couldn't stop talking: "Before I die, can you...can you help me realize a wish?"
The hot temperature on the boy's face penetrated through a layer of cloth and into Qin Yanchuan's skin.
He seemed to be in a good mood. He bent his knees and half-knelt down, looking closely at Shi Yang's flushed face. "You say."
Shi Yang: "Can I touch it..."
Qin Yanchuan's eyelids twitched slightly, and he had a premonition of something.
Shi Yang: "Let me touch your abdominal muscles and hips..."
The voice stopped abruptly.
Because Qin Yanchuan covered Shi Yang's mouth with his hand before he said the last word.
The hot breath sprayed in the palm of his hand. Qin Yanchuan stared at the person in front of him, watching his eyes slowly widen, like a puppy in a daze.
"Time."
Qin Yanchuan let go of his hand and said in a cold tone: "Besides this garbage, what else is in your head?"
Who would have thought that Shi Yang suddenly closed his eyes, tilted his head, and fell softly at his feet, still holding his calves with both hands.
Qin Yanchuan's expression remained unchanged. He stared at the person lying on the ground for a moment with his calm eyes, as if he was confirming whether Shi Yang was pretending or had really fainted.
After a while, he suddenly reached out and pinched Shi Yang's cheek, using a little force.
Shi Yang's mouth pouted like a goldfish.
Even at this time, you are still pretending to be cute.
Qin Yanchuan stared at the man with an unclear expression for a long while, then let go of his hand and touched Shi Yang's forehead with the back of his hand.
It feels hot to the touch.
Qin Yanchuan thought he was not so unkind, but since the person had fainted in front of him, he still had to help.
What's more, this person is his future niece-in-law, isn't she?
Mr. Qin thought this casually.
So, he simply reached out and picked up Shi Yang from the ground, easily carried him on his shoulders, and walked downstairs with his long legs.
Qin Yanchuan carried Shi Yang directly to the second floor and placed him in the guest room where he usually stayed.
Shi Yang was still in a coma, sleeping very uneasily, with his wet hair sticking to his forehead, his brows knitted, and a layer of fine sweat covering his small face.
He has a fair and handsome appearance, and his facial features can be considered beautiful, which makes him look somewhat lovable.
Qin Yanchuan didn't have any doctor friends, but the Qin family did have a family doctor, so in the middle of the night, he called the doctor without any guilt.
The doctor was woken up by the ringing of his cell phone while he was half asleep. He went to the patient's house with his medicine box in hand without any complaints.
After all, the Qin family offers a very high salary.
The doctor used a thermometer to measure Shi Yang's temperature, and it was 39.5 degrees, so he had to be given an IV.
"Master Qin, I'll be waiting outside. Call me anytime if you need me."
"Um."
The doctor inserted an infusion needle into the back of Shi Yang's hand, and after getting Qin Yanchuan's response, he turned and left the bedroom.
At two o'clock in the morning, the night outside the window was silent, with the sound of insects rising and falling.
Qin Yanchuan sat quietly on a chair beside the bed, aimlessly scanning the surrounding environment. His eyes fell on the infusion tube, watching the transparent liquid dripping down slowly drop by drop.
After a while, the man's gaze shifted to the dolls placed on the bedside.
A yellow Pikachu with crooked eyes and a slanted mouth, a big rat carrying a turtle doll, a giant cockroach with eight-pack abs...
Qin Yanchuan was silent.
Shi Yang's aesthetic taste is different from that of ordinary people.
Not long after, the person lying on the bed moved his eyelids, and opened his eyes dazedly, with confusion in his clear eyes.
"I...what's wrong with me? Where is this? Who am I?"
It was only a fever, but it felt like being hit on the head by a car.
Shi Yang struggled to sit up from the bed, but his left hand, which was receiving an IV, was suddenly held down.
"Infusion, don't move."
Shi Yang looked up at the person who was speaking, pursed his dry lips, "Who are you?"
Qin Yanchuan loosened his hands, clasped his fingers loosely on his thighs, and leisurely watched the performance of the person in front of him.
After a while, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he said to himself: "Who am I... Oh, I remember now."
The man's lips showed a smile, and then he slowly said, "The suitor you rejected."
Shi Yang: "..."
Shi Yang patted his head uncomfortably, "Oh, my head hurts so much, I need to grow a brain."