Dr. Lin, you hurt me.

"Huh?" Zhang Yan looked up at Lin Feng in confusion, "Don't you have to take off your pants every time?"

Lin Feng felt jealous and grabbed the quilt and covered Zhang Yan's stomach with it.

"I'm just removing the stitches from your leg, there's no need to take off your pants." Lin Feng felt that Zhang Yan did it on purpose. Before, he had been holding on to his pants like a virgin, but now that they were familiar with each other, he just took off his pants.

"The weather is getting colder, and Aunt Liu said that I can wear long pants after the plaster is removed. She doesn't allow me to wear shorts anymore, so I've been wearing long-sleeved pajamas these past few days." Zhang Yan thought that it was not his fault, as those were the clothes Aunt Liu brought.

"Oh, you haven't come to see me for several days, of course you don't know that I changed my trousers."

Lin Feng felt something was wrong no matter how he listened.

"Ah, no. Didn't I just help you back to the ward yesterday?"

No, why did it come to the question of whether to look at him or not.

Lin Feng decided to turn the topic back to normal. "The ward is in a constant temperature mode, and it won't affect your wearing big pants."

It doesn't seem right either.

"No, even if they are long pants, you don't have to take them off, just roll up the trouser legs. You, you put your pants on."

"I can't do it. I don't know how to put on my pants by myself. Please help me." Zhang Yan blinked his deer-like eyes and earnestly sought Lin Feng's help.

I helped him put on his underwear before, so what's wrong with him wearing pajamas?

Lin Feng took the pajamas from the other side of the bed and was about to help Zhang Yan put them on, but he couldn't get the trouser legs in after trying several times. Lin Feng put the pajamas back on the bed and covered Zhang Yan with a blanket.

"Forget it, don't wear it."

Lin Feng said this and walked out of the ward.

"Doctor Lin, where are you going? Why did you leave me here alone?" Zhang Yan asked with a smile.

"Shut up, I need to go to the bathroom."

"Then please come back soon. I'm still waiting for you in bed."

"you shut up!"

Lin Feng stayed in the bathroom for nearly twenty minutes before coming out, with water droplets still on his face when he came back.

It looks like it’s that cold-faced Dr. Lin again.

"Doctor Lin, you took so long? I'm afraid it's not a problem with your prostate. The advertisements all say that frequent urination and urgency and inability to urinate completely must be a problem with your prostate."

It was the first time that Zhang Yan saw Lin Feng so nervous, and he couldn't help but tease him again.

Lin Feng ignored him completely and took out sterile gloves from the cart drawer and put them on. "You don't need to worry about whether there is a problem with my prostate. I can be sure that there is no problem with your prostate."

Zhang Yan was not discouraged, "Then why did you stay in the bathroom for so long, Doctor Lin?"

"I'm constipated."

Okay, the world is quiet now.

Lin Feng took out iodine and carefully disinfected the area around the suture lines of the wounds. He carefully touched the suture lines with his hands. He had carefully sutured so many wounds on the operating table, and they had now grown into thin pink lines.

When he first saw such a good-looking face, he could tell at first glance that he was a handsome guy that both men and women would like. Even though men generally didn't care about scars on their bodies, he didn't want the ugly scar on the guy's leg to be unworthy of his handsome face.

These legs look pretty good in shorts, with some fleshy parts.

"It hurts a little, just bear with it." Lin Feng reminded her coldly as usual.

Feel for the suture, cut it carefully, and pull it out.

Zhang Yan thought, this isn't just a little painful, it's really painful.

After removing the stitches, Lin Feng applied a bandage or sterile dressing to Zhang Yan according to the size of the wound. "Change the dressing regularly."

He helped Zhang Yan cover himself with the quilt and helped him lie back on the bed. "Lie down first, wait half an hour before moving, I'll help you install the fixator later."

When he looked up, he met Zhang Yan's red eyes. He must have had a hard time holding back from crying. He was the type of person who was afraid of pain.

Lin Feng pushed the cart and walked away again.

This was not the first time he touched Zhang Yan's leg. Lin Feng was the one who checked and changed the dressings on his wounds every time.

At first, it was because Young Master Zhang Yan was too pampered and would not let anyone see or touch him, and only let Lin Feng treat his wounds. He thought that only Lin Feng had seen his naked body.

Lin Feng saw through the situation but didn't say anything. He never told Zhang Yan that because he was in a car accident and his injuries were too severe, he was stripped naked and had a full body palpation, CT scan, and B-ultrasound before the operation.

He was conscious for a while and unconscious for a while, and his memory of that period was fragmentary.

Lin Feng's mind is still filled with the feeling of touching Zhang Yan's wound just now. Although he was wearing gloves, the touch was still very clear.

Beneath the fair skin are blood vessels, tendons, and pulses.

Because of the surgery and dressing change, Zhang Yan had his leg hair shaved. Originally, he only shaved one leg, but after the surgery he felt the asymmetry was ugly, so he asked Lin Feng to help him shave the other leg as well.

At that time, Lin Feng was holding a disposable razor for skin preparation. He carefully lifted Zhang Yan's legs with one hand, put a diaper pad underneath, and carefully shaved the leg hair with the other hand.

When I looked up, I seemed to be able to see the faint thigh muscles in the sports shorts. I remembered it at a glance.

Lin Feng has always done this process very well. He has always been the one who shaved the pork when he went home to cook during the winter and summer vacations. For a while, in order to practice his skills, he set up a small table in front of the pork stall in the vegetable market and shaved the pigs for free for the aunties who bought pork.

He didn't want to come, but his parents at home didn't want to eat pork anymore and strictly forbade him to buy pork within a month.

He had no choice but to set up a stall in the vegetable market. The aunties and grandmas thought he was the butcher's apprentice.

When Lin Feng was preparing the skin of the patients, he always regarded them as a piece of pork on the chopping board, pork that moved and had a heartbeat.

He thought so when he was preparing Zhang Yan's skin.

Later, he discovered that not everyone is the same. Not everyone can cook a piece of pork.

Zhang Yan watched Lin Feng leave and then watched him come in.

Lin Feng cleaned up the removed gauze and thread ends, put the used instruments into a special storage box, took off his gloves and threw them into the medical waste bin.

His hands were a little sweaty, so he squeezed some hand sanitizer and washed them carefully, strictly following the standards for every step, as he always did.

This time, he lost his composure in front of the patient and his emotions were somewhat out of control.

After two deep breaths, Lin Feng walked into Zhang Yan's long bed. Without chatting, he carefully helped Zhang Yan put on his pants, carefully and slowly, fearing that he would feel pain and that he would touch his wound.

I used to tease him that such a grown man would cry because he was afraid of pain. Now I am afraid that he will be in pain.

Lin Feng squatted down on one knee and carefully helped Zhang Yan install the fixator.

Zhang Yan looked at the slender fingers flying up and down. This hand was destined to hold a scalpel. Even if he had learned piano since elementary school, he would still feel inferior in comparison. What's more, the hands that had been playing basketball since puberty had thick knuckles and were no longer slender.

After installing the fixator, Lin Feng stood up and asked Zhang Yan about his decision.

"Should I transfer to the rehabilitation department or be discharged and go home to recuperate?"