Dr. Lin, you hurt me.

The confusion in his eyes instantly returned to clarity. Perhaps it was indeed because the workload was too heavy. In just a short while, Zhang Yan had fallen asleep twice.

This had never happened before. In the past, he would drag Subodh to stay up all night, and only take a short break when the cleaning lady came to clean the house. At nine o'clock, he would have a cup of coffee and continue the meeting.

It seems that the physical trauma really made it impossible for him to handle such high-intensity work, and it was definitely not because he was already thirty years old.

Thirty years old is the time when you are young and strong.

Yes, yes, thirty is still very young. You must not die young. You must live until retirement. Su Boding grabbed a handful of health supplements, about a dozen pills, and a glass of water in front of him, and was struggling to swallow these pills of different shapes and sizes.

Why is it so big? Can't it be smaller?

This isn't a pill, this is life-threatening.

Zhang Yan realized that Lin Feng was dressing him. He lazily put his arms into the sleeves and buttoned his clothes slowly. Perhaps because he was too sleepy, Zhang Yan did not realize that he had buttoned the wrong clothes.

Lin Feng knew from Zhang Yan's expression that he had woken up and was sleepy again. Lin Feng held Zhang Yan's hand and said, "Let me do it."

Zhang Yan followed Lin Feng's strength, loosened his hand, raised his arm, and put it on Lin Feng's shoulder. This is really a life of having everything you want.

He unbuttoned the buttons one by one, adjusted the position of the collar, and then buttoned them back up one by one.

For the first time, Lin Feng discovered that there was a mole of medium size above Zhang Yan’s belly button, hidden under the hair, which looked a little cute and shy.

Lin Feng raised his eyes and held Zhang Yan's wrists, "Hold on tight."

Lin Feng held Zhang Yan's waist, and the two of them slowly stood up together. "Hold the handrail." Lin Feng moved Zhang Yan's hand to the handrail again.

Zhang Yan listened to Lin Feng's instructions dully and let him do whatever he wanted. He was not very clear about what he was doing.

Lin Feng saw Zhang Yan hanging his head, shook his head slightly, pinched his eyebrows, and couldn't help but laugh. He must have trusted him a lot, and he wasn't afraid that he would sell him out or steal his house.

Lin Feng bent down, pulled up Zhang Yan's pants from the knees, and put them in place.

"Let go." Lin Feng whispered in Zhang Yan's ear.

Zhang Yan let go of his hand as he was told, and his body immediately began to shake. Lin Feng immediately supported him and carried him to the bedroom.

I originally wanted to ask Zhang Yan who helped him take a bath when he was lying on the hospital bed, but seeing that he had fallen asleep again, I couldn't bear to wake him up again.

He gently placed Zhang Yan on the bed and carefully covered him with the quilt. "Go to sleep. Good night."

As soon as Lin Feng turned around, he felt someone pulling him. He turned around and found that it was Zhang Yan who was pulling his clothes.

"Don't go. You haven't applied hand cream on your hands and feet yet." After saying that, he seemed to fall asleep again.

Lin Feng didn't see any hand cream or anything like that, so he started rummaging through the drawers and found a lotion in the bedside table. The scent was Daydream, which was really suitable for use in the bedroom.

No wonder I always felt that Zhang Yan had a fragrant smell, it turned out that he was marinated.

Lin Feng was afraid that his wet clothes would wet Zhang Yan's bed, so he simply knelt on the edge of the bed and lifted Zhang Yan's quilt.

Squeeze the lotion into your palm first, then apply it evenly on Zhang Yan's hand.

Zhang Yan's hands are different from Lin Feng's. Zhang Yan's palms are not as big as Lin Feng's, but his knuckles are thick and look more powerful. Maybe it's because he liked playing basketball before.

"Oh..." Lin Feng didn't realize that he sighed. He was a person who loved sports so much, but he injured his leg and could no longer stand on the sports field.

After wiping his hands, he exposed Zhang Yan's feet.

The sandalwood scent from the nose can calm the mind and is indeed suitable for use before going to bed.

Without moving Zhang Yan's legs, Lin Feng carefully rolled up Zhang Yan's trouser legs until they were above his knees.

Lin Feng remembered that Zhang Yan only applied the body lotion above his knees.

Repeat the previous action and apply the hand cream evenly on Zhang Yan's lower limbs.

Fortunately, because of persistent rehabilitation, the muscles have not atrophied. However, if you feel carefully, you can still find that there is some difference in the softness and hardness of the muscles in the two legs.

Lin Feng gently massaged Zhang Yan's calf. Passive exercise can also prevent muscle atrophy.

After doing all this, Lin Feng stuffed Zhang Yan's feet back into the quilt.

Really small, I didn't expect this 181cm tall person's feet are so small, I don't know if there is a size 40. If there is no size 40, I can only buy women's shoes.

What a squeamish one.

With small feet and small hands, it is hard to imagine how such a person used to sweat on the basketball court. He must have put in more effort than ordinary people.

Lin Feng turned off the lights and quietly left the bedroom.

He then took the water cups from the study and the living room to the kitchen. There was still half a cup of water in the glass in the study. Lin Feng felt thirsty, so he drank it all in one breath.

The completely cold honey water no longer has a mellow taste, leaving only a greasy sweetness, and it also takes away some of the warmth in my heart.

After washing the two cups, Lin Feng picked out a thermos cup with a straw from the cupboard, filled it with warm water, and placed it at the head of Zhang Yan's bed.

You can tell it was bought by Aunt Liu just by looking at the pattern. There is also an excavator pattern on it. It was the straw cup Zhang Yan used to drink water when he had just had surgery. It is just right for a baby over 300 months old.

Lin Feng looked down at his clothes that were wet from head to toe, then went back to the bathroom, put on the bathrobe on the sink, and then took his keys from the entrance and went home.

As soon as he got home, Lin Feng went into the bathroom, took off all his clothes, and took a hot bath. When squeezing the shower gel, he turned the bottle and looked carefully to see what the scent was.

It's just an ordinary lemon scent, unlike the ones Zhang Yan uses, which have different scent combinations and are divided into top, middle and base notes.

As expected, he is rather squeamish.

After being tormented by Zhang Yan, Lin Feng no longer had the heart to read. After taking a shower, he went back to the bedroom to rest.

Leaning against the head of the bed, he opened his phone to check his schedule, and then looked at Director Shao's surgery schedule. There was an operation at 8:30, so it seemed that he had to go to the hospital at 6:30 to prepare.

Lin Feng didn't think any more, set the alarm clock, turned off the lights, and prepared to go to bed.

In his sleep, Lin Feng smelled a faint fragrance on his body. It was not as strong as Zhang Yan's, but it was the smell that came from him.

In the dream, Raymond Lam was in a sea of ​​flowers, with patches of Damascus roses in full bloom, and the fragrance permeated every pore.

Attracted by the fragrance, Lin Feng picked a rose and turned around to see Zhang Yan standing behind him with red eyes.

She didn't cry, but two tears hung on her eyelashes.

He didn't scold me, but just whispered, "You took my rose."

He just repeated these words, lowering his head and not looking at anyone.

Who wouldn’t feel soft-hearted when seeing such a crybaby?

Lin Feng could only stuff the rose in his hand into Zhang Yan's hand. Zhang Yan still repeated aggrievedly: "My rose."

Lin Feng couldn't help but hug Zhang Yan, wanting to pat his back and comfort the poor man who was sobbing in front of him.