Chapter 62 Sick, Can't Afford to Play, Zhu Yan and Stopped Playing, Brain...
Zhu Yanhe, who couldn't take the game, stopped and buried his head in the boy's neck, his soft hair brushing against his chin. Ning Buyi thought he looked like a big dog, the kind that would pounce on someone.
Zhu Yanhe's antics made the blankets feel colder than before. Although the floor heating was on, Ning Buyi still felt a bit cold at night. He insisted on sleeping close to Zhu Yanhe, otherwise, cold air would always seep in.
In the early morning, the outside was shrouded in white. A few soft coughs above his head shattered Ning Buyi's dream. He slowly opened his eyes, and just as he was wondering where the sound came from, Zhu Yanhe, who was wrapped around his waist, coughed a few more times. Ning Buyi rubbed his eyes, propped himself up, and looked at the sound. His eyes instantly cleared a little.
Zhu Yanhe's face was flushed, which contrasted strangely with his dignified and imposing features. He reached out and touched the man's forehead with the back of his hand, the warmth rushing through his slightly cool hand.
"Zhu Yanhe, Zhu Yanhe?" Ning Buyi pushed the head that was still leaning against his waist. "Your face is so hot."
Zhu Yanhe didn't open his eyes for a long time, only letting out a muffled groan.
He was a little anxious, and his cool hand covered the man's burning cheek to cool him down. Ning Buyi wondered if Zhu Yanhe was sick.
He patted the man's face and said, "Zhu Yanhe, wake up."
A touch of coolness dispelled his feverishness. Zhu Yanhe frowned slightly and slowly opened his eyes. His vision was a little blurry. He pinched the bridge of his nose and asked, "What's wrong?"
Ning Buyi helped him sit up against the headboard: "You have a fever! Where did you put the fever reducer?"
Zhu Yanhe, wanting to savor the coolness, was unwilling to let go of his hand. Even when she sat up, she held him tightly, her voice slightly nasal as she spoke: "In the lining of the suitcase."
The boy thought Zhu Yanhe was being so clingy because he had a fever, so he patted the hand on his waist and said, "Let go of me, I'll go get you some medicine."
The man remained silent, leaning quietly against the headboard, but his grip on the bed didn't loosen in the slightest.
Ning Buyi turned and glanced at him, her expression not good: "Are you and Zhu Yan upset?"
He paused for a moment, seemingly processing the received information, and only nodded slowly after successfully processing it.
The boy coaxed softly, "Then let go of me and I'll go get you your medicine, okay? You won't feel uncomfortable after taking the medicine."
The pressure on his hands gradually lessened, and Ning Buyi breathed a sigh of relief as he got out of bed and quickly left the room. Zhu Yanhe acts like a child when he's sick, even though he's a grown man!
Zhu Yanhe lay in bed and chuckled to himself for no apparent reason. He was rarely sick, and whenever he did get sick, he would go to the hospital by himself and never needed anyone to take care of him.
Ning Buyi was busy running around outside and didn't even know how to boil water here. He squatted in the kitchen, hurriedly looking for a tutorial. This was too difficult to use. Didn't he know he was in a hurry? There was a patient waiting for him!
A shadow fell over him. Ning Buyi slowly turned around. The man stood behind him like a mountain. The boy was furious. He was sick and still moving around. He turned around and pushed him anxiously: "You have a fever, so you shouldn't have come out!"
"You've been out for a long time." Zhu Yanhe pretended to be pushed and staggered back a step, her tone seemingly flat but carrying a hint of grievance.
"I didn't run away, you should go back and lie down." Ning Buyi saw that he was so weak that he would fall over if the wind blew him away, so he took Zhu Yanhe's hand and pulled him back to the room from the kitchen.
Pushing him back onto the bed and tucking him in, Ning Buyi threatened fiercely, "If you run around again, I'll make you sleep alone tonight without the lights on!"
Zhu Yan lowered her eyelashes and nodded obediently, a rare occurrence. Ning Buyi clapped his hands, feeling triumphant, and pushed open the door to leave. He still needed to make breakfast; he couldn't take his medicine on an empty stomach.
Luckily, Zhu Yanhe took him to the supermarket yesterday, otherwise they would have run out of ingredients. After tinkering with the recipe in the kitchen, Ning Buyi brought out a plate of fried egg toast. He looked at it himself and saw that it wasn't as dark as his brother's, so it was a success.
Zhu Yanhe glanced at the contents of the plate and remembered that Li Chang had also brought out a similar plate of food when they went to the internet cafe that day.
"What's this?"
"sandwich."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Yanhe glanced at him, then moved to the plate. Was the sandwich just two pieces of burnt bread with an egg inside? He looked at the charred thing and said, "I have no appetite."
Ning Buyi placed the plate on the bedside table and asked, "How can you take your medicine if you don't eat this?"
Zhu Yanhe pursed his lips and remained silent for a moment. He moved to get up and cook for himself, but was pressed back down as soon as he moved a little. Ning Buyi said anxiously, "Why are you moving around again? You can't be picky about food!"
The man looked down at him, then suddenly grabbed Ning Buyi's wrist. Zhu Yanhe coughed twice, covering his mouth, "What's wrong with your hand?"
A few red spots dotted his fair wrist. Ning Buyi had been splashed with oil while frying bread slices. He looked at himself, withdrew his hand, and picked up the plate again: "Don't make excuses, eat quickly."
Ning Buyi felt that Zhu Yanhe was just being childish, no different from a child avoiding meals and changing the subject. Although it was quite cute on Zhu Yanhe, it was not allowed!
As if afraid he would make another excuse, Ning Buyi added, "If you don't eat, you can go to sleep by yourself."
Zhu Yanhe wanted to say something but was silenced and ended up saying nothing. He reached for the bread on the plate and started chewing. Actually, the taste wasn't as bad as he had imagined; it just felt a bit like the taste of someone about to die.
The boy nodded repeatedly, extremely satisfied with his teaching skills.
The rare sunny day outside had a bit of sunshine, but in two hours it would be shrouded in darkness again. With such good weather, most of the residents were out and about. On the whistling ship, the sea breeze playfully ruffled the boy's hair.
Ning Buyi originally didn't plan to go out because Zhu Yanhe was sick, but unexpectedly Zhu Yanhe insisted on dragging him along, showing no signs of being sick at all.
A gust of wind swept by, and Ning Buyi turned to look at Zhu Yanhe, then stood on tiptoe to tighten the scarf that had been blown loose a little. Ning Buyi was now treating the ailing Zhu Yanhe like a child.
Zhu Yan's eyes remained fixed on him, every movement of his was observed by the man, and his voice, veiled by a scarf, was muffled: "How can you take care of people?"
Ever since Zhu Yanhe met Ning Buyi offline, she has been taking on the role of caregiver, naturally treating him like a child and taking meticulous care of him. Today, being cared for and looked after by Ning Buyi, Zhu Yanhe couldn't help but have some questions.
Ning Buyi smiled shyly, turned her head to the side, and said, "I'm pretty good, aren't I? Because I used to take care of my younger brother a lot."
The reason they let him stay in that house was so he could take care of their child and tutor him; otherwise, he would have been kicked out if he was useless.
In the distance, the sea merges seamlessly with the sky, waves rippling across the water, and a few scattered birds skim across the shore. Zhu Yan and his gaze are serene, arms outstretched, waiting for a little bird to return home.
Ning Buyi glanced at him and went to greet him, muttering, "He's such a grown-up, why does he still need to be carried!"
He chuckled softly as the words reached his ear.
Suddenly, a huge hissing sound rang out, followed by gasps from the other tourists on the boat. Ning Buyi looked over and grabbed the railing to get closer. The boy's eyes were wide open, and his pupils reflected the image of orcas rising and diving out of the water.
His exclamations of amazement blended into the crowd of tourists. The sight before his eyes refreshed the world he had been contemplating: the orca's tail slapped against the surface of the sea, splashing water onto the deck.
Zhu Yanhe didn't care whether the whale leaped or not; his gaze remained fixed on what was in front of him.
"Zhu Yanhe, this is the first time I've ever seen a whale, and they're so big!" Ning Buyi couldn't help but gesture as he walked home.
Outside the window, the polar night had already begun, and the brief revelry was over. Zhu Yan leaned back into the back seat of the car, his head a little dizzy. He hummed in response and closed his eyes for a short rest. Ning Buyi reached out and touched his forehead, which seemed even warmer.
"Zhu Yanhe, are you alright?"
He was a little dazed. The foreign doctor in front of him was speaking a language he couldn't understand at all. In the empty ward, Zhu Yanhe lay on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, and medicine was being administered into his body little by little from a bottle. The language barrier had become Ning Buyi's biggest obstacle.
He gripped the hem of his shirt tightly and stammered in English, "Wait, wait a minute, I don't understand."
The foreign doctor roughly understood the situation from his broken speech, said something, and left. Ning Buyi didn't know what had happened either. He sat by Zhu Yanhe's bedside. The person on the bed had his eyes closed and his lips were a little pale.
Ning Buyi just wanted to pound the bed but was afraid of waking everyone up. He had already said not to come out, but now he was lying in a hospital bed. What a big idiot, Zhu Yanhe!
A moment later, the door opened again, and a female doctor in a white coat walked in, greeting him in familiar Mandarin. Ning Buyi turned around to look, his tone carrying a hint of surprise:
"Hello, doctor, how is he?"
She glanced at the white paper in her hand, her eyebrows furrowing and then relaxing: "It's quite serious. He'll need to stay in the hospital for a couple of days to see how he is."
Ning Buyi's eyes widened in surprise. Wasn't it just a cold? Why did he need to be hospitalized? He asked again, "When will he wake up?"
"I'm not quite sure about that." The doctor glanced at the person on the bed, then at him; the features looked somewhat familiar. The two didn't look alike, but both were strikingly good-looking.
She's just a psychologist who was asked to help out because of the language barrier, and she doesn't really understand the specialized knowledge here: "Are you here for tourism?"
The two stood facing each other in the room, and Ning Buyi nodded obediently.
"It's been so cold these past few days, sometimes it's cold and sometimes it's not, it's really easy to get sick."
All he could do was nod.
"Then come out with me and register your information." As she spoke, she walked out, and Ning Buyi said "Oh" as the little duck followed behind her mother.
A faint, almost imperceptible gaze fell upon him along the way, making the young man feel somewhat uneasy. He looked down at himself, wondering if there was something on him.
"Don't mind me, I have a bit of an occupational hazard from studying psychology. My name is Ji Lu, you can call me Dr. Ji."
Ning Buyi listened as she began to recount her life journey. He was completely confused, only to realize that this seemingly aloof Dr. Ji was actually quite talkative, just like Sister Zhu Zhu, and both of them had the same long, straight black hair.
Ji Lu led him through the hospitalization process step by step. As she spoke, Ning Buyi listened, and the two inexplicably became somewhat familiar with each other. After completing the formalities, the boy couldn't help but say at the door of the ward, "Doctor, you seem like a friend of mine."
Ji Lu said "Oh" with interest and asked, "What's your name? Maybe I know you."
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Author's Note: My sweet and mischievous baby [pity] It's good to be sick! Being sick is an excuse to do some things [doge]
After they got together, Ning Buyi's "little emperor" tendencies became increasingly apparent. Whenever Zhu Yanhe did something against his will, a beagle would appear in the house, seemingly targeting Zhu Yanhe. This included, but was not limited to, pinning Zhu Yanhe down and biting him, ending with the line, "I hate you!" At this point, Zhu Yanhe would effortlessly reply, "I like you." Ning Buyi's face would then turn bright red, and he would weakly say, "I like you too." Then it would be Zhu Yanhe's turn to retaliate, one eye for another. [doge emoji]
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