Quick Wear: The Beautiful, Strong and Tragic Path of a Swordsman

Under Zhang Shi's arrangement, Xu Yan underwent a thorough and detailed physical examination, and all the results would come out in a week.

Of course, Zhang Shi could order the employees in her hospital to work overtime to prepare the physical examination report, but Xu Yan stopped her on the grounds that there was no rush.

The whole time, Zhang Shi looked at Xu Yan as if she was looking at a poor little thing who had suffered a lot. The pity and heartache in her eyes were about to overflow, just like a mother who felt sorry for her child.

However, in fact, Xu Yan is three years older than Zhang Shi.

Finally getting rid of the girl's overflowing maternal concern, Xu Yan left the hospital with the medicine for his injuries and took a taxi straight to the commercial street. He bought himself the most advanced computer that an ordinary person could afford on the market, spending almost all of his remaining savings.

Looking at the large expenditures in the account, Xu Yan licked his fangs.

After returning to the rental house, he tidied up the only desk and installed the computer. Then Xu Yan sat in front of the computer, his fingers flying on the keyboard. He quickly wrote some small programs that he needed to use. By the way, he also hacked a large cloud server that was temporarily unused, allowing the programs to run on it, and grafted the operating data of this server to other large-scale servers that were currently in use, and the data was evenly shared.

It was already five in the morning when he finished his work, and there were still six hours before the meeting time he and Su Shaozhe had agreed to meet.

Xu Yan yawned, his face full of fatigue. He took a quick shower, fell on the bed and fell asleep.

937 wanted to remind him that his body couldn't handle it, but then he thought Xu Yan did it on purpose and chose to mute his microphone.

So the next day, Xu Yanxi had a fever, a cold and a cough. He was in a state of panic, not to mention going to the appointment. If it weren't for his strong willpower, he might not even wake up.

The phone beside his pillow kept ringing. He reached out and took the phone. He checked the time. It was 11:30. The caller was that familiar number.

After pressing the answer button, Su Shaozhe asked anxiously, "Where are you? What happened?"

When the original body was with Su Shaozhe, he was a person with a strong sense of time. If he didn't return the phone on time or was late, something must have happened. So when he saw that half an hour had passed and there was no sign of him and no call, Su Shaozhe became a little anxious.

As soon as Xu Yan opened his mouth, he started coughing violently. Su Shaozhe's voice became more anxious, "Where are you? I'm coming to find you."

Although he was sick, Xu Yan still felt bad for standing him up, so he told him the address of the rental house.

"Wait until I get there."

After saying this, Su Shaozhe hung up the phone.

'937.' Xu ​​Yan shouted sinisterly.

937 was suddenly startled, "Sir, I, I, I... I thought this was your plan!"

Xu Yan sighed, forget it, let him slowly discover the clues from today on, it would be a good time to speed up the process and finish it quickly.

After about twenty minutes, there was a knock on the door in the living room. Xu Yanchun dragged his weak and dizzy body to the door by willpower and opened it.

As soon as the door opened, Su Shaozhe stepped in and supported Xu Yan, who was standing weakly against the wall. Behind him was a family doctor in a white coat.

Seeing that Xu Yan couldn't even stand steadily, Su Shaozhe simply picked him up and carried him back to the bed.

Xu Yan was a little confused. He was actually being carried like a princess! ?

937: 'Puff.'

Xu Yan: "This fart is quite loud, don't you think?"

937: 'Yes, yes, yes!'

Then comes the temperature measurement and intravenous drip package.

After the doctors left, Su Shaozhe sat by the bed and looked at the dazed Xu Yan. Besides worry, there was also a hint of gloom in his eyes.

If you always don't take care of your body, why don't you let me do it.

"Sir, why do I feel like there's something wrong with the way the target looks at you?" 937 felt a chill down his spine.

Xu Yan didn't care. With his rich mission experience, he had seen all kinds of mission targets. They were all small scenes.

Then he gave up resisting the sleepiness and fell asleep.

As for why he pretended to sleep, it was because he was really seriously ill and needed treatment. If he was awake, the treatment probably could not be carried out.

After Su Shaozhe found that the person was fast asleep, he carefully moved forward and gently stroked Xu Yan's face, which was a little flushed due to the fever. He couldn't help but lean over and kiss his soft lips, but they separated as soon as they touched.

In the three years since Xu Yan left him, he had always allowed Cen Wenyu to stick around him in an attempt to forget Xu Yan and prove that he didn't have to have him.

The final result was that he really had to have this person.

In his eyes, Cen Wenyu, whom he once liked, was not even as good as a hair of Xu Yan.

In addition, now that he discovered that Xu Yan might have some hidden reason for leaving him, this love became even more boiling.

It was already night when Xu Yan woke up, and when he heard his movement, Su Shaozhe actually walked into the room wearing the blue cinnamon dog apron that he had given as a gift when he bought something.

"Are you awake? Are you feeling better?"

Xu Yan looked at him for a few seconds, then raised the corners of his mouth and revealed a gentle smile. His tone was not as stiff and awkward as before, but much softer. "Much better."

Su Shaozhe naturally noticed the change in Xu Yan's attitude. His eyes suddenly lit up and his voice became brisk, "I cooked porridge for you. I'll bring it over for you to eat!"

Xu Yan shook his head and said, "I'm tired from lying down for too long. I'll go over and eat."

After saying that, he refused Su Shaozhe's help, walked to the dining table, and saw the bowl filled with...something that looked like phlegm and had a strange smell...

Xu Yan took a deep breath, looked at Su Shaozhe's expectant eyes, finally picked up the spoon, took a sip, and then swallowed it like poison.

Su Shaozhe: "Is it delicious?"

Xu Yan nodded expressionlessly, unable to speak.

Su Shaozhe: "Then eat more~"

Xu Yan:......

937: 'Puff.'

Xu Yan: '? '

937: 'Sorry, I have a stomachache and I fart a lot.'

Then Xu Yan sent Su Shaozhe away to go out and buy something for him, and then sent the bowl of sputum to 937 for him to eat.

A moment later, looking at the bowl that was licked clean after being transmitted back, Xu Yan, a man who had seen a lot, had a distorted expression.

937: 'It's delicious! I want to eat more!'

Perhaps his assistant's sense of taste is cursed?

"I am back."

Su Shaozhe returned to Xu Yan's rental house carrying bags of vegetables bought from the supermarket downstairs. As soon as he entered the door, he saw him staring at an empty bowl with an expression of doubt about life. He frowned, "Ah Yan? What's wrong?"

Xu Yan came back to his senses and gave Su Shaozhe a somewhat stiff smile, "Nothing."

Then he stood up, took the things in Su Shaozhe's hand, took it to the kitchen, and started preparing the ingredients.

"You're cooking right after you get better. Can you hold on? Or should I call my aunt over? And you still have injuries on your hands." Su Shaozhe grabbed Xu Yan's injured hand with disapproval.

Xu Yan patted his back soothingly, then pulled his hand away, "I just cooked some noodles, and a bowl of porridge isn't enough to fill you up, and you haven't eaten either, right?"

Xu Yan like this made Su Shaozhe feel as if he was back to the time when they were together three years ago. Xu Yan was so considerate and gentle. She always remembered whether he had eaten or not, and would always cook a bowl of noodles for him when he was hungry.

Xu Yan’s cooking skills were average, but the noodles he cooked were particularly delicious, and he really... wanted to eat them.

"I will be responsible for washing the dishes at that time." Su Shaozhe said with a smile as he helped on the side.

"it is good."