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

After eating a bowl of warm noodles, Su Shaozhe felt his heart warm up as well, just like the feeling he once had when he came home from a business trip and dozed off in Xu Yan's arms.

Is his current request too low? He can be bought off with just a bowl of noodles.

Xu Yan went back to his room to rest, but the sound of typing on the keyboard coming from the room meant that he was not really resting, but working?

After washing the dishes, Su Shaozhe stood at the door and took a look. He found Xu Yan sitting in front of the computer. His slender pale fingers were clacking on the keyboard, and a series of programs were scrolling up frantically on the monitor.

"Cough cough." Xu Yan raised his hand to cover his mouth and coughed twice.

In order to facilitate typing, and because Su Shaozhe had turned on the air conditioner in the room, making it a little hot, she rolled up the sleeves of her pajamas to her elbows, exposing the skin on her arms and elbows that were pierced by the needles, which looked extremely eye-catching against her pale skin.

Su Shaozhe stood there in a daze.

What did he see? How many needles did he have to be pricked with to leave so many needle scars?

For normal people, a needle hole from an infusion will hardly leave a scar, but for some people with a scar-prone constitution, a needle hole will leave a permanent small red dot scar. Xu Yan's arms and elbows were the kind of scars left by needle holes, which were caused by repeated punctures with needles from various angles and in different parts of the body, leaving the kind of scars that can drive people with trypophobia to death.

Xu Yan seemed to feel his gaze and turned to look at him. After seeing his expression, his eyes were a little confused, and then he suddenly woke up, as if he just realized that there was another person in the house. He nervously put down his rolled-up sleeves, pursed his thin lips, and did not dare to look up at Su Shaozhe's expression.

Everyone who sees the scars on his body will feel disgusted and disgusted, but he just... doesn't want to see these in Su Shaozhe's eyes.

He had been hiding it and paying attention to it, but he never expected that the habit he developed from living alone for too long would expose it to him.

He must think I'm disgusting.

Xu Yan subconsciously covered the arm where the needle holes were most densely packed, and used so much force with his fingers that his nails almost sank into the flesh.

Although only a few seconds had passed, Xu Yan felt as if several years had passed. He trembled and said, "I don't have any bad habits... I didn't prick these myself."

Su Shaozhe just walked silently to Xu Yan's side, gently pried open his hand that was pinching his arm, and patted his slightly hunched back in a soothing manner, "I believe you, it's okay, don't be afraid."

In the past, Xu Yan was always gentle and strong in front of Su Shaozhe. Even though he was in poor health and was always prone to illness, she had never looked so vulnerable in front of him.

His heart almost broke.

He suddenly felt that it was right for Xu Yan to leave him, and that he, who claimed to be a lover, was too incompetent.

Perhaps due to the influence of emotions, Xu Yan started to have a fever again. He sat drowsily on the bed, and his computer was turned off by Su Shaozhe.

"Take good care of yourself first, and you can go back to work after you recover." Even if you lose your job, I can still support you.

However, Su Shaozhe chewed the second half of the sentence in his mouth for a long time, and finally bit it into pieces and swallowed it back.

Xu Yan has always been strong-willed. When they were together, he was very principled and rarely took the initiative to spend his money. If I said that, he would definitely misunderstand that I wanted to support him again.

This time he would definitely not let Xu Yan misunderstand him again, he would sincerely explain his feelings to him.

Su Shaozhe called the family doctor over again. Xu Yan had fallen asleep during the last injection and infusion. When he woke up, the infusion was over and the needle had been removed.

This time, the doctor took out the IV tube while he was still conscious. Just as he was about to step forward, Xu Yan was already trembling all over and shouting, "No! Stay away from me!"

He seemed to have been greatly frightened. He almost rolled and crawled under the bed on the side away from the doctor. He curled up, and his originally cold and beautiful eyes were filled with fear and panic. He was shaking all over.

Su Shaozhe was so frightened that he quickly signaled the doctor to stop. He squatted beside Xu Yan and held him in his arms to comfort him. He controlled his voice and said as gently as possible, "It's okay, Yan, don't be afraid. That's the doctor. You have a fever and need an IV."

However, Xu Yan seemed to be completely deaf to Su Shaozhe's voice. He murmured in a trembling voice, "Please let me go, I don't want to die..."

Su Shaozhe's eyes turned red with heartache. What happened to his Ah Yan? What did he go through?

In the end, the intravenous drip was not administered. The doctor prescribed some medicine and told me to try it first. If the fever did not go down, I would have to continue the intravenous drip.

Before leaving, the conscientious family doctor looked at Su Shaozhe, who was emitting a low pressure, and said carefully, "The patient's condition is obviously some psychological illness. Why don't I contact your psychologist and ask him to come and see him tomorrow?"

Su Shaozhe glanced at him indifferently and nodded.

The family doctor said goodbye and slipped away.

Su Shaozhe returned to Xu Yan's bedroom.

Xu Yan, who had finally been soothed to sleep by him, lay quietly. He tiptoed to Xu Yan's side, lifted the quilt covering him, unbuttoned his pajamas one by one, and then his eyes became red.

He wanted to ask how these scars came about, but... he couldn't bear to.

The psychologist came early the next morning.

He was a handsome young man wearing glasses and was very polite. He didn't waste any words and went straight to the point. "I heard Doctor Zhang talk about the patient's general symptoms. The initial inference is that he has post-traumatic stress disorder. I need to talk to him alone to learn more."

Su Shaozhe sat on the sofa in the living room all night and felt a little tired, but when he heard the word post-traumatic stress disorder, his mind instantly became clear.

"Wait a minute." Su Shaozhe said, and went into Xu Yan's room.

Xu Yan had woken up and was looking at the ceiling with a blank gaze. He looked a little dead.

"Ayan, can I call my friend over and let him take a look at you?" Su Shaozhe squatted beside the bed, held Xu Yan's cold hand, and helped him sit up.

Xu Yan came back to his senses and looked at him. He actually smiled, his eyes curved with laughter, "Sorry, I scared you, please let him in."

The more Xu Yan acted like this, the more worried Su Shaozhe became. He walked out of the room, looking back every three steps.

The next person who came in was a young man in casual clothes. It seemed that he dressed like that on purpose to reduce the sense of distance between himself and the patients. However, the silver-rimmed glasses and the calm and steady expression on his face were quite inconsistent with the men's clothes.

Because they don't have any of the innocence and naivety that a college student should have.

"Hello Mr. Xu, my name is Du Linyun." He introduced himself with a smile, but the next sentence was, "How are you? Can you continue?"