Dr. Lin, you hurt me.

Lin Feng touched his nose awkwardly, but still advised Zhang Yan, "Why don't you train today? You've already trained in the hospital during the day. You're so sleepy, you should go to bed early."

Zhang Yan felt ashamed that he even tripped himself. Now he was so embarrassed.

I guess he was really tired, which is why he fell asleep while sitting on the sofa.

Zhang Yan did not object anymore and let Lin Feng help him to the bathroom.

"You sit here and take a shower first. I'll get you pajamas. Change into them right after you finish taking a shower." Lin Feng carefully helped Zhang Yan sit on the non-slip seat in the bathroom.

Since Zhang Yan's car accident, some functional infrastructure in his home has been slightly modified, and this chair is one of the key features.

At that time, Raymond Lam emphasized that in order to prevent secondary injuries caused by slipping in the bathroom, anti-fall handrails should be installed in bathrooms and toilets, and anti-slip mats should be laid in places where water is likely to accumulate.

Taking into consideration that Zhang Yan's legs were temporarily unable to stand for a long time, and it was even more impossible for him to complete difficult movements such as standing on one leg, Lin Feng requested that a non-slip chair of relatively high height be placed in the bathroom and the locker room respectively, so that Zhang Yan would not have to squat and stand up.

As for why there is no anti-slip mat in the kitchen?

Because Zhang Yan never goes to the kitchen.

Zhang Yan looked at the changes in the bathroom that were not too obvious but brought a lot of convenience to his life. Su Boding's execution was indeed very good and he even took aesthetics into consideration.

Those anti-slip handrails are not the yellow warning color used in hospitals, but are light gray with fluorescent silver embellishments. They do not stand out in this house, but can still be seen at a glance.

Zhang Yan sat on the chair and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, working his way down to his collarbone...

And then, and then?

It's an old man's vest...

Which handsome guy is wearing an old man’s vest under his shirt?

Whose boss's old man's vest is still low-necked?

Zhang Yan, the young overbearing CEO.

Zhang Yan threw the shirt he took off into the laundry basket, then continued to sit and unbutton his black trousers.

Zhang Yan's fingers were not as slender as Lin Feng's, an orthopedic surgeon's, but rather thicker. Especially because he often played basketball before, Zhang Yan's knuckles were a little protruding.

Just looking at these hands, he should have a face of a rough man with a beard, but who would have thought that he turned out to be a delicate young man.

When Lin Feng took his pajamas from the cloakroom and entered the bathroom, he stopped abruptly at the bathroom door because he saw such a shocking scene.

Zhang Yan grabbed the armrest and tried to stand up from the chair by himself.

The blood vessels in the arms are slightly swollen due to the exertion, showing healthy vitality.

Such a good person should live a good life.

Lin Feng's gaze moved from Zhang Yan's arm to Zhang Yan's shoulder.

Hmm? Why is there an old man's vest?

My sight passed from the old man's vest, his firm deltoid muscles faintly visible under the fabric, and then his slender waist.

Although Zhang Yan is a man, his waist is very thin, and his buttocks seem to be tighter and more upturned than before.

Now that his leg is injured, he can’t be the Su Bingtian of the domineering boss world, but he is also a male version of Kardashian.

The grey boxer briefs wrapped around her tight buttocks, and the black suit pants just hit her knees.

Between the gray and black is an unforgettable pair of honey thighs. Zhang Yan tried to take off his pants with one hand. The movement of the muscle lines made Lin Feng feel thirsty. He wanted to go back to the living room and drink another glass of honey water.

Lin Feng stood at the bathroom door and watched for a while. When Zhang Yan's breathing became heavier due to the effort of the movement, he finally realized that it was wrong for him to stand at the door and watch like this.

Lin Feng walked over, placed Zhang Yan's pajamas on the shelf beside him, and put his hands on Zhang Yan's shoulders.

Zhang Yan was frightened by the sudden skin contact. He frowned and subconsciously tried to push the man away.

Lin Feng felt the struggle of the person under his palm and used a little more force, "I'll help you sit down."

When Zhang Yan heard Lin Feng's voice, he breathed a sigh of relief, stopped struggling, and let Lin Feng help him sit down on the chair behind him.

Lin Feng naturally did not miss Zhang Yan's subtle adjustments. There was an incomprehensible emotion in his eyes, but when he turned around to face Zhang Yan, that trace of emotion immediately disappeared.

Lin Feng was a little annoyed about his previous behavior. It seemed that he couldn't do this again in the future, as it would scare this crybaby.

Zhang Yan let Lin Feng do what he wanted without saying a word.

He felt that he had overreacted. Besides himself, the only person in the house was Lin Feng, who he had invited. When he was touched just now, his mind went blank, and fear overwhelmed the rationality that should have existed.

Fortunately, Lin Feng's voice brought him back to his senses in time.

Lin Feng felt even worse when he saw Zhang Yan was as dumb as a puppet. It seemed that he had to go and talk to Director Chen tomorrow. He couldn't just focus on Zhang Yan's physical training, but also provide psychological counseling.

Lin Feng was thinking about what he should say to divert Zhang Yan's attention, but in the small space of the bathroom, it seemed that whatever he said would become ambiguous and awkward.

"Sit tight, I'll help you take off your trousers." Lin Feng reminded Zhang Yan softly.

Zhang Yan didn't say anything, just nodded, and it was unclear whether it meant that he had heard it or agreed.

Lin Feng squatted in front of Zhang Yan and carefully took off Zhang Yan's trousers, fearing that it would hurt Zhang Yan's wound.

Zhang Yan lowered his head and watched Lin Feng's white and slender fingers moving carefully on his black pants. If he had not seen Lin Feng killing a chicken with a scalpel, he would think Lin Feng was a timid person.

In fact, he was very brave. He dared to climb into the car to bandage Zhang Yan's wound even though the car was deformed.

Now, seeing how slow Lin Feng was, Zhang Yan wanted Lin Feng to just cut his trouser legs open. He had done that before.

The wound has healed long ago, there is no need to be so careful.

In this enclosed and awkward space, Zhang Yan felt that the heating in the bathroom was too high. His ears must have turned red and he felt hot even without touching them.

After a long time, Lin Feng finally helped Zhang Yan take off his suit pants and then his black socks.

Lin Feng stood up and looked down at Zhang Yan. Zhang Yan's face turned red, and Lin Feng was also sweating.

"You took off your vest yourself."

Zhang Yan followed Lin Feng's instructions and took off his vest by himself. Then what?

Just when Zhang Yan was struggling with how to take off his underwear to take a shower, Lin Feng bent down, put his hands under Zhang Yan's armpits, and supported Zhang Yan's body.

"Hold my shoulders and stand up slowly."

Zhang Yan supported Lin Feng's shoulders and stood up. It was a bit strenuous, and beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose. He thought Lin Feng would lift him up, but he just supported him to prevent him from falling.

"Okay, hold on to the handrail and I'll help you take off your pants. The floor is slippery here, so be careful."

Lin Feng placed Zhang Yan on the anti-fall handrail in the bathroom, moved to behind Zhang Yan, and squatted down slightly.