I transmigrated into the villain's white moonlight, but the protagonist is my brother.

The test results came back very quickly.

Just as Xie Yan had thought, both she and Shen Yan had anesthetic components detected in their blood, but her level was low while Shen Yan's drug concentration was much higher.

It's no wonder he ignored Xie Yan; Shen Yan is a man of few words and doesn't like to talk much, and his mind is probably still blank.

Xie Yan is fine; the residual components in her blood can be metabolized on their own, but Shen Yan cannot.

The hospital prescribed medicine for Shen Yan and immediately started an IV drip.

Meanwhile, the police contacted Yang Huiyun and asked her to come to the hospital to pick up Xie Yan.

Yang Huiyun's legs felt weak the whole way.

Although she had received confirmation over the phone that Xie Yan was alright, Yang Huiyun still couldn't help but feel worried and afraid.

How could this be? Xie Yan just went to visit her classmates, how did she get involved in such a terrible thing?

Yang Huiyun was so frightened that her heart almost stopped beating.

When she arrived at the hospital and saw Xie Yan lying unharmed on a bench in the corridor, tears immediately streamed down her face.

Xie Yan was startled and quickly went over to hug Yang Huiyun and comfort her.

"I'm fine, Mom. The bad guys have been caught. I'm perfectly fine, look!"

To show off her strong physique, Xie Yan jumped three times on the spot, which startled Yang Huiyun.

Although Xie Yan behaved no differently from other children during this period, her heart was still more fragile than others, and Yang Huiyun was most afraid of Xie Yan running and jumping.

"Watch your heart! Be careful, don't let it beat!"

Her initial fear and worry were quickly replaced by anxiety, and Xie Yan playfully stuck out her tongue, "Okay, I know."

Yang Huiyun was amused by her quirky and clever appearance and finally smiled for a moment.

She turned her head and looked around again, and saw the boy sleeping in the ward with an IV drip.

She remembered the child; he had stayed at her house for one night. After being sent to the orphanage, she thought he would be adopted by a good family, but she never expected him to be adopted by a pervert.

Fortunately, she was adopted just as the pervert was arrested, and thankfully she escaped being harmed.

A wave of fear washed over Yang Huiyun, and she felt a pang of pity for the child she had met a few times.

Shen Yan was the only patient in the ward. He was really listless and looked pale. His little face was sunk into the fluffy pillow, making him look like a delicate and fragile piece of porcelain.

Xie Yan was also worried about Shen Yan's appearance.

Although there are police officers here, Shen Yan might be taken to the police station for questioning again, or she might be sent back to the orphanage to wait for the next adoption.

Although Wang Litao has been arrested, the director of the orphanage has not yet been appointed.

"Mom, let's not go home yet. Let's stay here with him. When he wakes up, can we bring him home with us?"

Xie Yan looked up and asked, her expression very innocent.

Yang Huiyun hesitated for a moment, then said, "Okay, you go in and keep him company. I'll go ask the police."

"Uh-huh!"

Yang Huiyun went to find the policewoman who was on the phone with her superior.

A simple clock hung in the ward, its second hand ticking away.

It's very quiet.

Perhaps because her tense mind had finally relaxed, Shen Yan seemed to be sleeping exceptionally soundly.

The little hand outside the blanket was as white as paper, with purple veins running beneath the skin.

His veins are too thin; the nurse couldn't get the needle in properly and had to endure three unnecessary injections on the back of his hand.

Finally, it's tied on the side of the wrist below the thumb.

Perhaps to prevent the child from moving around and knocking the needle off, the nurse also secured a medicine box to Shen Yan's hand with tape.

Xie Yan found a stool, brought it over, and sat down by Shen Yan's bedside to watch.

She'd had her shots go astray by nurses before, but she couldn't remember if it hurt or not; it must have hurt a little.

The three small needle marks on the back of Shen Yan's hand, which were unevenly pricked, were too conspicuous against her fair skin, making people feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

Xie Yan concluded that the conditions and technology of hospitals in small counties are still inadequate.

This was actually the first time Xie Yan had observed the little villain sleeping up close.

Of course, the time he had a high fever and fainted in the dark room of the orphanage doesn't count.

His black hair was messily spread over Shen Yan's eyebrows and eyes. His eyelashes were thick and long. At this moment, he quietly closed his eyes, unlike his usual cold and aloof demeanor, and appeared unusually obedient.

Xie Yan stared at his face for a while and thought that if Shen Yan wasn't a villain, he could definitely become a famous child star all over the country with his stunningly handsome face.

As she watched, Xie Yan suddenly remembered something. She reached out and gently pulled up Shen Yan's other sleeve.

She had noticed the cigarette burns on Shen Yan's arm when she had her blood drawn, and now she saw that the other side was even worse.

The forearm was okay, but the burns spread upwards from the upper arm to the shoulder, forming a large area of ​​burn marks.

The only thing that could cause such a wound is being scalded by boiling water.

Xie Yan could imagine the scene of Shen Yinshuang splashing boiling water on Shen Yan, the young and weak Shen Yan suffering in extreme pain but having nowhere to groan.

Such a big scar, how much pain must it have caused...

She couldn't help but gently touch the scars, and felt a pang of heartache.

Suddenly a soft moan rang out, and Shen Yan shivered.

His once steady breathing has now become erratic, his brows are furrowed, his teeth are clenched tightly, and his body is trembling uncontrollably.

As if he had dreamt of something extremely terrifying, his forehead was covered in sweat in the blink of an eye.

The change came so suddenly that Xie Yan was startled. She quickly touched Shen Yan's forehead and found it to be cold and damp.

"Shen Yan, Shen Yan, wake up!"

Xie Yan gently patted Shen Yan's cheek, trying to wake him up, but Shen Yan seemed to be trapped in a nightmare from which he could not wake up, and was undergoing great torment. Slowly, tears slid down his cheeks.

Xie Yan still managed to catch the faint sound, which was barely audible. She leaned closer to listen and discovered that Shen Yan was actually crying softly.

His already thin body was curled up into a small ball, his hands clenched into fists in front of him to protect himself, the needle in his wrist already drawing blood.

The medicine box, which was fixed in the shape of his hand, was also knocked off by his movements.

"Mom...no..."

"Don't come any closer...please...please..."

"No, no... no..."

Shen Yan's voice was barely audible and somewhat hoarse. He was sweating profusely and talking nonsense. All his cold, eccentric, and taciturn image vanished at that moment.

He was just a sick, fragile little boy.

Before Xie Yan first met him, Shen Yan had already suffered years of inhuman abuse.

This time, Xie Yan was able to rescue him from Wang Litao, which can be described as a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

However, the eight years of real abuse he suffered were forever etched into Shen Yan's young mind, indelible.

No matter how indifferent he acts, it's useless. What happened has happened, and whatever it is, it will leave a trace.

Shen Yinshuang jumped off the building and died, seemingly leaving nothing behind.

But what she didn't know was that that shadow would haunt Shen Yan for the rest of her life.