Dr. Lin, you hurt me.

Lin Feng tried his best to control his body balance, supporting himself with his hands on Zhang Yan's sides, but he was just trying his best because the rocking chair kept moving and was difficult to control.

Fortunately, he didn't put all the weight of his upper body on Zhang Yan, otherwise the rocking chair would either fall backwards or fall apart.

No matter which ending it is, Zhang Yan's skeleton will fall apart.

Lin Feng had just returned from a business trip and didn't want to go back to the hospital to work overtime so soon, as he would also face being scolded by the dean and Director Shao.

Zhang Yan felt the pressure on his body, which made his breathing speed up and his heart beat so fast that it was about to jump out.

It feels weird.

Zhang Yan tried to get rid of the embarrassing situation and tried to free himself from Lin Feng.

This movement caused the rocking chair to rock even more violently.

Lin Feng didn't notice and his body dropped a little, making the gap in the space smaller.

Lin Feng swallowed hard and reminded in a dry voice: "Don't move, I'll do it."

Zhang Yan was so frightened by the noise just now that he dared not move anymore.

just in case……

Lin Feng stopped talking and tried to adjust his breathing rhythm. Zhang Yan felt the breathing on his neck and slowly adjusted his breathing to match Lin Feng's breathing rhythm.

The whole world fell silent.

Only two shallow breathing sounds were left, trembling with a slight nervousness in the restraint.

It seemed like a long century had passed.

In fact, it only took a few minutes for Lin Feng to reach the limit of the plank position. His muscles were shaking and the blood vessels in his neck were bulging.

Neither of them saw it, and of course they couldn't see the look in each other's eyes.

Fortunately, the rocking chair slowly stopped.

Lin Feng took a deep breath and exerted force instantly to stand up. However, due to his unstable center of gravity, he took two steps back and fell on the carpet.

Lin Feng lay on the carpet for a minute before getting up. He was exhausted, with sweat all over his back, which flowed down his spine into the waistband of his pants.

It was more stressful than doing surgery for several hours, and the high level of mental concentration was more tiring than playing badminton for two hours in the gym.

Lin Feng paused for a while, then sat on the carpet. Seeing that Zhang Yan hadn't sat up yet, he immediately started to laugh at him.

"What? Can't get up?"

"It's okay." Zhang Yan was lying in the rocking chair in a daze. He hadn't recovered yet. Lin Feng's voice brought him back to his senses.

Zhang Yan adjusted his body and sat up using the handles to support himself.

As soon as I sat up, I saw a beautiful, slender hand in front of me.

Zhang Yan extended his hand, and Lin Feng pulled Zhang Yan up.

After standing up straight, Zhang Yan took the initiative to let go of his hand, seeming a little embarrassed.

To break the awkwardness, "Doctor Lin, has anyone in your hospital ever said that you look particularly good holding a scalpel?"

"Oh? No, because I spend more time holding hammers, chisels and drills on the operating table. Among carpenters, I may have the better-looking hands."

Lin Feng stretched out his hand and looked at both sides. Indeed, the joints were distinct and there was no layer of fat.

Lin Feng even showed off in front of Zhang Yan proudly. Zhang Yan's hands were not as big as Lin Feng's. Zhang Yan was tall and had small hands.

Lin Feng took advantage of the situation and grabbed Zhang Yan's arm, helping him walk towards the bedroom.

"It's getting late, go take a shower, I'll check you out later and go back to rest."

It's not even time yet, but Doctor Lin has already urged Young Master Zhang to go to bed early, as the lights in the hospital haven't even been turned off yet.

It was just because he was covered in sweat and Lin Feng felt uncomfortable with the stickiness, so he wanted to go back and take a shower, but he was worried about Zhang Yan taking a shower alone at home, so he could only suggest that Zhang Yan go take a shower first.

Watching Zhang Yan go into the bathroom alone, Lin Feng stood in Zhang Yan's bedroom and looked around.

Although it was not the first time I entered Zhang Yan’s bedroom, it was the first time I carefully observed the details of the bedroom.

The walls were grey and there were no decorations. There was nothing on the bedside table either, except for a desk lamp, a smart speaker that displayed the time, and a few financial magazines.

Lin Feng turned on the desk lamp, picked up a magazine, leaned against the bedside table, sat on the carpet, and flipped through the magazine in his hand casually.

When Zhang Yan walked out of the bathroom in a bathrobe, he saw Lin Feng sleeping against the bedside table, with the warm yellow light shining on Lin Feng's profile.

The usual cold temperament is less, and it has brought some homely warmth.

"Lin Feng..." Zhang Yan sat on the edge of the bed, lowered his head and called Lin Feng's name.

Raymond Lam did not respond.

Zhang Yan tried calling a few more times, but still no response.

Zhang Yan bent down and pulled Lin Feng's arm several times, but there was still no sign of waking up.

Zhang Yan sighed and made a difficult decision.

It took him ten minutes to lay Lin Feng's body flat.

Then he went to the storage room in a wheelchair and got a quilt. He didn't have the ability to hold the quilt with one hand while leaning on a crutch and the other.

After spreading the quilt on Lin Feng, Zhang Yan sat on the bed, gasping for breath, staring at Lin Feng blankly.

I didn't expect that the usually aloof Dr. Lin could be so embarrassed.

Zhang Yan turned up the temperature of the floor heating on his mobile phone, then covered himself with his quilt, closed his eyes and fell asleep in his warm and comfortable bed in a short while.

Zhang Yan didn't know how he found himself in a Jiangnan-style courtyard. There was an artificial fish pond and pavilions not far away.

He was wearing a navy blue robe and sitting on a throne under a sweet-scented osmanthus tree, with a covered bowl containing this year's pre-rain Longjing tea.

Raising his eyes, he saw Lin Feng in front of him wearing a short jacket with his sleeves rolled up to his forearms. His beautiful muscles were tanned into a bronze color by the sun.

Lin Feng was carving a sandalwood box with a chisel in one hand and a hammer in the other.

Zhang Yan hasn’t seen clearly what pattern Lin Feng carved. It seems to be a pair of lotus flowers?

There was music in my ears and other sounds around me.

It was Lin Feng’s cell phone alarm ringing.

Zhang Yan opened his eyes and saw Lin Feng getting up from the ground and turning off the ringtone of his cell phone.

If I close my eyes, the scene can no longer return to that courtyard, and I don’t know if it is the lotus.

Lin Feng goes to work early, so when he usually comes to Zhang Yan's house for breakfast, Zhang Yan hasn't gotten up yet.

"You should get some more sleep. I'll go back and pack. By the way, do you know where my suitcase is?"

Zhang Yan closed his eyes and answered in a daze: "Um... in the locker room..."

It was obvious that he had not woken up yet. When Lin Feng thought that Zhang Yan had fallen asleep again, Zhang Yan started talking again.

"You...fell asleep...yesterday, and I...couldn't wake you up."

When Lin Feng woke up, he saw his situation and the quilt on his body, and realized that he had fallen asleep while waiting for Zhang Yan to take a shower.

It was not easy for Zhang Yan to cover him with the quilt, and he did not think that Zhang Yan could move him to the bed despite his disability. Otherwise, with this recovery speed, Lin Feng could publish another paper and would not have to go back to school to study for a doctorate.

Lin Feng no longer cared about Zhang Yan. He got up and folded the quilt he had used. He wanted to put it on Zhang Yan's bed, but he felt it was unhygienic, so he placed it next to the carpet next to the bedside table.

Uh... the moment he looked up, Lin Feng had a bad feeling.

Stiff neck.

Lin Feng covered his neck with one hand and pulled the suitcase with the other. When he passed by the restaurant, he happened to meet Aunt Liu's eyes.

There was nothing but embarrassment.