On the rewards for successfully defeating a boss

The moment Chen Qian secretly inserted the disposable chopsticks that he had finally saved into the plaster without telling anyone else, he couldn't help but shed tears.

Why didn't anyone tell him that the real hardship was yet to come?

The pain in the body is only temporary and can be easily overcome by enduring it. But the itching that follows is unforgettable and is a real torture for strong people!

24 hours a day, the pain and itchiness from all over Chen Qian's body didn't allow him a moment to rest. He was so uncomfortable that he twisted and turned on the bed. In Chen Tian's words, he was like a maggot.

He carefully moved the chopsticks under the plaster, looking for the area of ​​skin where the itchiness was particularly prominent.

A little further down, right, right!

Huh—with his unremitting efforts, the end of the chopsticks touched a certain place, and the feeling of discomfort being relieved made Chen Qian couldn't help but let out a sigh of satisfaction.

But before Chen Qian could use his mysterious tool to grab a few more times, the piece of plaster covering the chopsticks was covered by a shadow.

"Chen Qian, what are you doing?" A gloomy voice came from above his head, and Chen Qian was shocked when he heard it.

Guilty, he put away his chopsticks and hid them under his pillow. After forcing a flattering smile, he looked up at the source of the voice and said, "Nothing..."

Chen Tianzheng was standing beside the bed, staring at him with a bad face. The look in his eyes, like he was looking at a criminal, made Chen Qian's voice gradually weaken.

He didn't say anything, but just stretched out a hand and placed it across Chen Qian's face, waiting for him to hand over the tools used in the crime.

After a while, Chen Qian hesitantly placed a pair of rough wooden chopsticks in his hand.

Chen Qian didn't dare to try to persuade him to stay and could only watch silently as Chen Tian threw the chopsticks into the trash can.

He was so miserable. It was a rare occasion for him to put the doctor's instructions behind his head, but he was caught before he could even feel comfortable.

"The doctor said you can be discharged in another month. Luckily, your condition only looks serious and doesn't require rehabilitation." After sending the chopsticks away, Chen Tian returned to the chair beside the bed and began peeling an apple for Chen Qian. He held the knife in his hand and glanced at Chen Qian with a warning, "So until then, no matter what happens to you, whether it's itchy or you have lice, just bear with it."

The light and shadow reflected by the fruit knife danced on the wall with his movements, and a long strip of fruit peel hung on the corpse of the chopsticks.

Chen Qian couldn't help but feel scared, secretly thanking luckily that he surrendered quickly, otherwise Chen Tian would probably have to cut him down now.

"Where did Mom, Dad, Uncle, and Aunt take Grandpa to play recently?" Chen Qian began, pretending nothing had happened and changing the subject.

He thought about how he hadn't cared about his family since he arrived at the hospital, and now he began to wonder where they had been recently.

"Zurich, Switzerland. They say the weather is great there."

"Really? I thought Zurich was a country, but it's actually a city." Chen Qian was a little surprised and searched for information about Zurich on his phone. "Did they send you photos? Let me see them. I've been trying to find my mom lately, but she's ignored me. I wonder if I've been abandoned. Am I finally going to be an orphan at 22?"

Hearing this, Chen Tian paused, looked up at Chen Qian, and after confirming that Chen Qian's reaction was natural, he continued, "No, he was just too engrossed in the fun. I'll show you the photos after I finish peeling the apple."

Chen Qian replied "OK" and leaned against the head of the bed, watching Chen Tian process the apples. The afternoon sun made the room warm.

Not long after, Chen Tian got up and went to the cabinet. When he came back, a plate of apple pulp and a tablet computer were placed on the small table.

Chen Qian picked up a piece with a toothpick and put it in his mouth to chew, then opened his tablet with interest to look at the photos everyone had sent back.

But when he saw the first photo, he stopped - this photo was wrong.

Chen Qian clicked the arrow on the right repeatedly and quickly browsed through the photos.

There's nothing special about the photos; they were all taken in the same scene, showing people in summer clothes laughing heartily on the streets with a strong exotic feel.

But... the temperature in Switzerland is only around 10 degrees Celsius now. How can a few elderly people wander around the streets in summer clothes in a place like this?

"Do you like Switzerland?" Chen Tian suddenly asked him out of the blue.

Chen Qian couldn't figure out what he meant and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

"Or would you prefer somewhere else, like England?" Chen Tian said to himself, his eyes fixed on the tablet.

"Chen Tian, ​​what do you mean?"

"Nothing. We can't just let them have fun all the time. We have to find time to go out and relax." He took the tablet from Chen Qian's hand and swiped through the photos one by one. "Don't you agree?"

"what?"

"So which do you prefer? I think both Europe and America are pretty good. How about Denmark, the land of fairy tales?"

Chen Qian's brows became increasingly furrowed, and his expression began to become ugly.

The moment their eyes met, no matter how much he didn't want to think deeply about Chen Tian's thoughts, he couldn't simply ignore the deep meaning in his eyes.

I don’t know if it was relief or something else, but it was growing wildly in his eyes.

"Ha—" Chen Qian felt like he was going crazy, and stretched out his hand to flip the apple off the small table. "It seems that you made such a low-level mistake because you wanted to get rid of me, and now you are starting to treat me like a fool.

"Chen Tian, ​​I'm not going anywhere, not even Switzerland, Denmark, or any other continent! Remember to take these quick-made fake photos of yours with you before you leave."

As if he was angry, he finished speaking bravely, but then he hid under the quilt timidly.

Chen Qian felt his eyes getting slightly hot, perhaps because of the anger caused by being concealed, or perhaps because of the depression of being left alone abroad.

Chen Tian's sigh floated in through the quilt, and the door was opened and closed with two hissing sounds.

Forget it, forget it all.

His parents had been gone for over half a year, and they had kept it a secret from him when they left. Now he wasn't even worthy of knowing their itinerary.

If you think he is a burden, you should have said it earlier. Why wait until now to react?

If Chen Tian finds him annoying, he might as well just leave. How scary could it be to live abroad alone?

Woohoo, it's really scary, I have no one to turn to...

It doesn't matter. My parents went out like that, didn't they? For...

its not right.

Why did everyone leave in the first place?

With vague memories, Chen Qian suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten a lot of things, and the things in his mind could never be connected together logically.

It's like... there's a piece missing.

"Doctor, you said before that I have a blood clot in my brain, right? Will that affect my memory?"

"Is there such a probability... Has your memory been affected recently?"

"Yes, I feel like there are some things I can't remember."

"According to Monday's examination report, the blood clot is being absorbed. Wait a little longer. If you still can't remember, then do another targeted examination."

Chen Qian came out of the attending physician's office and limped towards the ward with difficulty on crutches.

It’s such a hassle. If he had known earlier, he would have asked the sister at the nurse station for a wheelchair.