Chapter 83: Why Are You Crying?
The family doctor was woken up by a phone call in the middle of the night. Without daring to complain, he hurried over carrying his medicine box.
He first measured Shi Yang's temperature, which was 39 degrees and required intravenous drip.
After giving Shi Yang an injection and hanging an IV, the doctor gave a few instructions and hurried to the second floor with the medicine box, where another patient was waiting for him.
It's the middle of the night and I'm so tired.
Shi Yang lay sickly on Qin Yanchuan's bed, as if he had lost his batteries and could no longer be active.
He closed his eyes and sniffed, and he seemed to be able to still smell the scent of Qin Yanchuan in the quilt.
Of course, it was all psychological. His nose was so blocked that he couldn't smell anything.
Qin Yanchuan poured a cup of warm water and walked to the bedside. He wiped his pale and dry lips and said in a light voice, "Drink some water."
Shi Yang barely opened his eyelids, coughed twice, and said weakly in his hoarse Donald Duck voice: "Ah, I have no strength... no strength."
The voice was extremely funny. If it were Qin Yelan, he would definitely laugh out loud on the spot.
Mr. Qin had great self-control and just pursed his lips.
He sat down beside the bed, bent down to help Shi Yang up, let him lean on his arm, and handed the cup of water to Shi Yang's mouth.
Very thoughtful.
Shi Yang opened his mouth and took two sips of water, then stared into the void with his eyes wide open for a while.
I don't know what he was thinking about, but the corner of his mouth suddenly drooped down, and tears welled up in his eyes, about to fall. He looked like a pitiful little boy who was trying hard not to cry.
Qin Yanchuan put the cup of water on the bedside table, looked at the expression of the person in his arms, and then pulled the corner of his mouth, "Why? Are you moved again?"
Shi Yang nodded, moved to tears, "Uncle Qin, you are so kind, just like my mother."
The mother he was talking about was naturally not the original owner's mother.
It is said that people are most vulnerable when they are sick.
At this point, Shi Yang couldn't hold back his emotions anymore and quickly became emotional.
He turned around and buried his face in Qin Yanchuan's arms, holding Qin Yanchuan's arm, and said in a sob:
"I miss my mom so much, oooooo mom..."
She cried so hard that her tears fell on Qin Yanchuan's clothes. She hugged the man's strong and thin waist and forced herself not to touch him twice.
Qin Yanchuan suddenly had an illusion that Shi Yang mistook him for her mother.
“…”
He looked up at the ceiling, then looked down at the crying person buried in his arms, and his Adam's apple rolled.
"Why are you crying?"
Qin Yanchuan raised his hand and placed it on Shi Yang's head, rubbing it twice, "Stop crying."
He didn't even notice that his tone softened unconsciously, as if he was coaxing a child.
Shi Yang's emotions always come and go quickly. She stopped crying after a while, but her face was still buried in Qin Yanchuan's arms, and her arms were still around his waist.
Qin Yanchuan felt a spot of his clothes on his chest was wet from crying. He glanced at the hand that was clasped around his waist. There was a needle stuck in the back of the hand, but he did not let go.
"Let go and lie down."
Shi Yang didn't let go. He raised his tear-stained face, looked at the man's handsome face with tearful eyes, and gave him a good guy card:
"Uncle Qin, you are such a good person."
He sniffed, eyes full of anticipation, and said shyly and quietly: "So, can I put my hand inside your clothes and feel if your conscience is big?"
The corners of Qin Yanchuan's lips twitched upwards, as if he was about to smile, and he spoke in a low and light tone: "This is too much trouble. It will be more convenient if I take off my clothes."
“That makes sense.”
"Lie down."
Shi Yang didn't dare to say another word. He immediately let go of his hand, closed his eyes, and lay down on the bed.
Within a few minutes, I really fell asleep.
Qin Yanchuan pulled up the quilt and covered him, then stood by the bed without saying a word, staring deeply at the person on the bed, the emotion in his eyes was even thicker and darker than the night outside the window.
There were still traces of tears and a thin layer of sweat on Shi Yang's pale and flushed face. His dark and thick eyelashes were wet with tears and his eye circles were also red.
His brows were slightly furrowed and his breathing was even and slow.
Really fell asleep.
Qin Yanchuan's gaze finally rested on the boy's tightly closed, bloodless lips.
The color is not bright, and the touch is probably soft, just like that time...
An indescribable nerve in Qin Yanchuan's brain was suddenly pulled, causing him to bend over uncontrollably.
He placed his hands on both sides of Shi Yang, his knuckles bent from the force, and the veins on the back of his hands were obviously stretched.
The man slowly leaned over and approached the sleeping person, his eyes filled with emotions, his hot breath sprayed on Shi Yang's cheeks, getting closer and closer...
Just when Qin Yanchuan's lips were about to touch Shi Yang's lips, his movements suddenly stopped, and the distance was only one centimeter.
He maintained this posture, with his lips pursed, his jawline tightened, and the blood vessels on the side of his neck bulged out, as if he was trying very hard to control and endure something.
It stayed like this for a second, two seconds...
Qin Yanchuan slowly stood up and silently distanced himself. At the same time, he raised his hand and slapped himself in the face.
The "pop" sound was particularly crisp and loud in the quiet bedroom.
Okay, now I’m sober.
Qin Yanchuan stood up calmly, a strange emotion flashing in his eyes. Without even looking at the person on the bed, he turned and walked towards the bathroom.
Shi Yang was still lying in bed, soundly asleep, and was not awakened by the unusual movement.
The medicine in the bottle dripped down drop by drop.
Time passes by.
A few minutes later, Qin Yanchuan came out of the bathroom and washed his face.
The cold water wet his forehead and he casually put it on. The water drops that were not wiped away by the sweat slowly slid down along the man's deep eyebrows and eyes.
Qin Yanchuan walked to the bedside with a calm expression, as if nothing had happened just now, except that there were still faint fingerprints on his cheek.
He folded up the wet towel in his hand and covered his red forehead with it to cool it down physically.
Physical cooling... Qin Yanchuan slowly repeated these four words in his mind. Not knowing what he remembered, his expression changed again and he pinched his finger joints unconsciously a few times.
Shi Yang slept uneasily that night and felt groggy in his dreams.
But under the effect of the medicine, he still slept until the next morning. While sleeping, he suddenly felt like a huge rock was pressing on his chest and was awakened abruptly.
As a result, when I opened my eyes, I was met with the enlarged furry cat face of Yuzu.
No one knew when this fat cat had slipped in, and it was now lying obediently on his chest with its front paws tucked into its chest. It even came over to rub his face and meowed.
I'm going to die.