On the rewards for successfully defeating a boss

"I'm here to see you again!" Yu Wangxi opened the sliding door, spread his arms and jumped in.

Chen Qian was sitting on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the bunch of wilted bluebells beside the bed. She was startled by his noise but did not make any other movements.

"What's wrong?" Yu Wangxi saw that he was not in a good state and came over. "Although it is autumn, we still don't advocate being sad about the passing of spring and autumn."

"What's with all the sadness?" Chen Qian was interrupted by him and a smile appeared on his face.

He glanced at the white clock hanging on the wall. The hands had just passed the number eight. "Why are you here so early today?"

"Because I woke up particularly early today." Yu Wangxi's eyes were full of cheerfulness. "The breakfast Sun Cheng made this morning woke me up, and after breakfast, my mind woke up too."

"It's really not a surprising reason." Chen Qian laughed, sighing that Yu Wangxi has been the same as he was for ten years, never changing his original intention, and his mind is full of eating.

"What's with that expression on your face? It really smells delicious. Do you even know how valuable mushroom and pork noodles are?" Yu Wangxi defended himself, his tone pale. He changed the subject, "It's all right anyway. Why don't we go downstairs for a walk? The weather is so nice today, let's get some sun to help with calcium absorption."

"It's really nice. It feels like it's going to be warm outside." Chen Qian nodded gently. "It's nice to go shopping."

"Then shall I find you a windproof jacket?"

Three minutes later, Yu Wangxi and Chen Qian appeared in the small garden downstairs.

"Warm sun, green trees, green grass, and singing birds. The world is so beautiful." He was in a good mood, shaking his head as he walked beside Chen Qian.

Chen Qian wrapped his baseball jacket around himself, sniffed the faint scent of grass in the air, and unconsciously responded, "Hmm."

The two chatted and walked a distance, almost to the center.

"Such nice weather is perfect for a picnic, with a piece of cake and a cup of tea." Yu Wangxi suddenly had an idea, "It would be very pleasant."

"It's quite comfortable, but I'm on a diet, my friend." Chen Qian looked at him embarrassedly, condemning him with his eyes for always mentioning things that he couldn't eat for the time being, which made him drool but unable to actually take a bite.

"Hehe, I'll bring it to you by the dozen when you're ready to eat." Yu Wangxi smiled apologetically, "I'll also lend Sun Cheng to you to be the head chef for two days."

Chen Qian was speechless to him. He walked ahead silently, leaving Yu Wangxi following behind.

After strolling around for a while and getting enough sun, the two returned to the room at Chen Qian's medicine time. At the door, they happened to meet a nurse with an IV drip.

They walked in together. Chen Qian lowered his head, rolled up his sleeves, and followed the nurse.

When he looked up again, he suddenly discovered that the room, which was originally empty, had two more guests for no reason during their absence.

The nurse turned a blind eye to the situation in the room, maintained her professionalism and continued with her work.

"Going for a walk?" Zhong Yi, who was sitting in the corner of the room reading a book, looked up and asked, his tone as natural as possible.

"Yes, how did you know?" Yu Wangxi's eyes widened, and he was a little surprised.

Zhong Yi nodded slightly, then returned to his previous posture of bowing his head and reading. He replied nonchalantly, "I saw you in the garden."

"Today is a good day for a walk." Ikemu, who was sitting at the other end of the room, far away from Zhongyi, took over the conversation.

He sank completely into the wide sofa, his head tilted slightly upwards as he looked at the person coming in from the door.

He was wearing a fluffy-looking light beige cardigan and a hospital gown of the same light color underneath.

Such a color would easily make a person look pale, with almost no blood on his face. He looked sick all over, and he looked like porcelain, full of a fragile feeling that made people worry about him.

"You..." Chen Qian looked at his almost pale face and hesitated, "Why are you here?"

"Are you not welcome?" A desolate atmosphere suddenly appeared on Chi Mu's face. His brows were depressed, and he looked a bit weak like Sister Daiyu.

"Of course not. It's just..." Chen Qian answered hurriedly. He looked at Chi Mu's condition, paused, and then continued: "You don't look well. You should pay attention to rest."

"It's okay. I was just a little lonely upstairs, so I wanted to come down and keep you company." He had a faint smile on his face, his eyes flicking between Zhong Yi and Yu Wangxi, his tone filled with loneliness, "But I didn't expect it to be so lively here."

Yu Wangxi looked at Chi Mu and felt a little frightened and unhappy.

With Chen Qian's past in mind, his impression of Chi Mu has changed from the good senior student he was a few years ago to an extremely despicable scumbag.

He quietly grasped Chen Qian's wrist, and asked frantically with his eyes: What's going on? Who possessed this big brother?

It was obvious that there was no tacit understanding between them that Yu Wangxi expected, so Chen Qian felt confused when he saw him making faces constantly.

"What's wrong with your eyes?" Chen Qian asked bluntly, "Did sand blow into them from downstairs just now?"

Just then, the nurse finished her preparations and raised her hand to greet Chen Qian, so he walked to his bedside and sat down.

The medicine flowed slowly, drop by drop, along the tube into the needle on the back of Chen Qian's hand, and entered the blood vessel.

The weather has become much colder recently, and the temperature of the medicine has also become much lower. Chen Qian's hands, which had just been basking in the sun, were almost immediately frozen.

"It will be a little cold, be patient. If you feel any other discomfort, please tell me." Some of the older nurses looked tired after working overtime. After giving the instructions, Chen Qian thanked her and hurriedly left the ward without stopping.

"What are you fighting about?" Yu Wangxi moved a chair near Zhong Yi and sat there with his legs crossed.

"I don't know." Chen Qian's angle was not good, and he couldn't see clearly what was written on the plastic bottle hanging on the hook hanging from the ceiling.

Next, there was a long silence in the ward.