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Fortunately, it was in the hospital, even if someone came over curiously, it would not appear too abrupt.

It's just that Yan Ruizhi was still uncomfortable, the closer he got to the gate, the more he wanted to bury his head, his legs were dangling on He Nian's body.

He had never had such an experience in his nearly 26 years of life, and he was wearing a coat he picked up at home.

He Nian supported him with both arms, and the other's back was a little wider than he imagined. He was very powerful, and he walked so easily and steadily.

I was a big man and asked someone to carry me all the way. When I was about to enter the door, Yan Ruizhi finally patted He Nian on the shoulder and said, "Let me go in by myself."

"But..." He Nian hadn't uttered the rest of the sentence, but he also realized this, stopped arguing, and carefully put him on the ground, "Then I'll support you."

This time Yan Ruizhi didn't refuse again.

He Nian doesn't seem to come to the hospital very often, and he is not familiar with many procedures, but he still insists on staying with Yan Ruizhi, asking the consultation desk, looking for nurses, and looking for doctors, but he didn't toss for too long.

Yan Ruizhi was supported by him, and he was not so tired when he had some strength. He didn't share the pain for him during the New Year, but he felt better than when he was alone in the bedroom.

He Nian ran around anxiously and finally found the right place. As soon as he entered, he began to look at the doctor with earnest eyes.

That sharp-eyed person had experienced it before, and ordinary people were not able to stand it, and a little helpless, they took the initiative to talk about their illness.

"It seems that the problem is not serious at present. I think it has something to do with painkillers and irregular diet." The doctor asked some other medical history.

"I've done it before, just take a break." Yan Ruizhi began to want to refuse again.

The doctor on duty is very experienced: "What if the blood result is not good? This is in the hospital. If there is any problem, we can find it as soon as possible."

Then he glanced up at the one who was standing and listening carefully: "Are you his family?"

Both of them froze for a moment, Yan Ruizhi hadn't started yet, and He Nian let out an "ah".

The doctor only took this syllable as a default, and instructed: "Although it is not obvious at the moment, but the blood pressure is low now, we still need to rule out some risk factors."

"I've seen a lot of people like you who spend all day at work. You supervise him to draw blood and transfusion well, don't run away," the doctor quickly prepared the order and handed it to him, "You are too old to know how to take care of your body. "

The two of them were talked about by the doctor like this, Yan Ruizhi didn't speak, but the New Year's appearance was very sincere, and he kept nodding: "Good doctor, I know the doctor!"

When the nurse came over with the tools, Yan Ruizhi's face changed again: "Why do you have to pump three tubes?"

"Oh brother, your brother is still afraid of injections." The nurse joked kindly.

Before He Nian could speak, Yan Ruizhi's expression turned cold: "No."

"I'm afraid," He Nian said in a natural tone, as if he was telling the truth, "I fainted from needles. When I was a child, my brother always took me with me. Every time I drew three tubes of blood, he said so."

"Oh," the nurse was taken aback by what he said, and looked up at He Nian, "If you faint from the needle, do you want to go out first?"

He Nian immediately shook his head: "I'm not afraid anymore, and what if my brother can't see me."

"You brothers have such a good relationship." He Nian's expression was so deceiving, the nurse's tone changed from joking to emotion, and said with a smile.

Yan Ruizhi didn't expect that He Nian could talk so much, but he didn't have the strength to care about it now.

As soon as the hands were cold, the nurse had already begun to disinfect them.

Yan Ruizhi still froze subconsciously, and when he was about to turn his face away, he heard He Nian smiling in his ear, as if he was trying to prove what he just said:

"Is that so, brother?"

This sentence was bitten lightly, but because the two of them were close, every word fell into Yan Ruizhi's ears completely.

Dazed, he ignored the stinging pain for a moment, and then Yan Ruizhi came back to his senses. The nurse was very skilled and the injection was successful. He stared at the needle submerged in the skin in a daze, and said "yes" softly.

The nurse finished the operation quickly, pushed the medicine for him, adjusted the infusion, and said to He Nian when he was about to leave after a series of operations, "Remember to ring the bell if you feel uncomfortable", in exchange for a loud response He walked out of the ward with a smile.

This is a room for two people, the bed next door is empty, and once the door is closed, the noise outside is relatively isolated.

For the first time, Yan Ruizhi felt that the silence was a little hard to bear. He looked at the infusion stand, the liquid was not dripping fast, and the room was so quiet that he could hear the breathing of the two.

He wanted to tell He Nian that he was really fine, but he couldn't accuse him of anything, and just as he was about to speak, he took it back.

"Mr. Yan," He Nian didn't think too much about it, and even took the initiative to talk to him, "I found something just now when I was helping you with the formalities."

Before he could open his mouth, He Nian asked and answered himself: "Your birthday is June [-]st!"

Yan Ruizhi didn't know why he was surprised: "What happened on June [-]st."

"So it's normal to be afraid of injections." He Nian said with reason and evidence, "This is your privilege!"

Yan Ruizhi didn't know why this person was so unreasonable every day, so he heard He Nian say: "My mother said so."

"When I was a child, I also had troubles as soon as I arrived at the hospital. Once on Children's Day, I broke my head. My mother not only didn't say anything about me that day, but also told me that this day is a special privilege. I'm afraid it's normal. If I want to cry, don't cry." endure."

He Nian hooked the corners of his mouth: "It's strange to say that, after that time, I went to the hospital and didn't make trouble again."

"So there must be magic on that day, and those born on that day will be even more powerful!" He Nian said his fallacies confidently, but he did not refute.

The liquid flowed in, and Yan Ruizhi's hand that was administering the injection gradually became cold, but the pain that was originally unbearable also gradually improved.

As soon as he moved his fingers, he felt a burst of warmth, and He Nian's palm was around his size, easily covering his hand.

The opponent's two hands were in a clasping gesture, covering the hand that was attached to the infusion needle, but the movement was very light, Yan Ruizhi felt a little uncomfortable, but the feeling of sudden warming was really greedy, he finally He didn't break free, just turned his head slightly.

"You can rest for a while too." He said.

He Nian let out an "oh", but he didn't let go. He just sat on the small bench beside him, warmed his hands, pressed his forehead against the head of the bed, and closed his eyes.

Yan Ruizhi was still in pain and couldn't sleep on the hospital bed, but it was rare that he didn't want to think about anything, looking up at the infusion set in a daze.

He Nian didn't pick a place, he felt drowsy holding his hand, Yan Ruizhi could only see his slightly closed eyelashes.

Halfway through the drip, the doctor from just now pushed the door in: "The biochemical results are out—"

He Nian, who was dozing off while holding Yan Rui's hand, woke up instantly, and stood up straight as if being rounded: "Doctor!"

Seeing his standard posture, the other party was stunned for a moment: "...It's okay, just sit down."

"The blood sugar is low, and the potassium is also a little low. I will ask the nurse to give you another liquid later. The pain should be better, right?"

Seeing Yan Ruizhi nodded, he continued: "But based on the medical history you mentioned, you haven't been to the hospital for a long time. Although you are better now, we suggest that you should have a gastroscopy again in this situation."

"Can I not do it?" Yan Ruizhi asked.

"Of course you have the right to decide," the doctor analyzed with him, "You see it's not too early now, and it's almost dawn after losing, and you haven't eaten much tonight, so why don't I give you tomorrow morning's medicine now?" The order for the gastroscope is open, wouldn't it be good to go back and rest as soon as I finish it tomorrow?"

Yan Ruizhi still wanted to speak, but the doctor had already looked at He Nian: "I just asked the doctor and felt that your brother is a bit stubborn. You should do your work well. Your health is important."

He had to see other patients, and he left the ward after explaining.

"Go back first." As soon as the doctor left, Yan Ruizhi said to those who were still standing there.

He Nian opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Yan Ruizhi blocked him again: "I don't do gastroscopy."

"Why is brother so stubborn?" He Nian repeated the doctor's words.

But when he said it, his eyes were smiling, which made Yan Ruizhi lose his temper.

"Happy New Year." Yan Ruizhi called him.

The other party accepts as soon as they see a good deal: "Mr. Yan."

"Don't ask me to go back. I sent you here. You must be responsible to the end." He Nian said.

"Do you have nothing else to do tomorrow?" Yan Ruizhi asked again.

"I originally decided on a part-time job a long time ago, but I don't want to do it now." He Nian said and glanced at Yan Rui, "Didn't I say that I want to improve the service?"

Yan Ruizhi was helpless by what he said: "Am I trying to praise you for your professional ethics?"

"Mr. Yan wants to praise me, so no matter what he praises, I will be happy." He Nian said.

"..." Yan Ruizhi felt that it was meaningless to argue with him, so he didn't plan to talk anymore.

He Nian was finally quiet for a while, the nurse just came in and changed the infusion bag for him, and said: "Slow down the speed, otherwise you may feel uncomfortable."

He wrote it down, and then asked, "What kind of discomfort is it?"

The nurse explained: "It may hurt a little when you lose."

He Nian wanted to take a look at Yan Ruizhi, but just turned his face away when he was caught, who was frowning, looking displeased.

He looked away: "Then sister, slow down for my brother."

After the nurse adjusted it for him, as soon as the door was closed, Yan Ruizhi's cold gaze swept over him.

"President Yan." He Nian knew the severity again at this time, and cautiously asked, "Are you angry again?"

It's natural not to be angry, but it's just that Yan Ruizhi is helpless in such an environment, and he's not used to it.

"Yes." But Yan Ruizhi said so.

"Then just pretend I can't talk..." He Nian wanted to shake his hand again, but Yan Ruizhi just wanted to pull it out when he heard him say, "You can get angry if you want."

"But I heard that getting angry can also make your stomach feel uncomfortable..." He Nian was distressed, "That's not in line with my service standards!"

Up to now, he is still talking about service standards, Yan Ruizhi simply doesn't know what to say about him.

"Then let's go get a gastroscopy in the morning?" He Nian was still sitting on the small wooden family bench, looking up at him, "I asked the doctor, it's painless, and I don't feel anything at all. real."

His tone was gentle and patient: "Do you think this is okay? You need to be accompanied by someone to do this. I will call you after I line up in the morning. You need to be accompanied when you do this. I will wait outside. Guaranteed On call, you can see me as soon as you wake up."

"Just take a nap and go back when you're rested... okay?"

Although Yan Ruizhi still didn't speak, He Nian saw his wavering, continued to grit his teeth, and said as if he had made a decision: "Well, after you come out, I will also tell you about the inspection I did when I was a child." What's the matter? I never told anyone!"

Yan Ruizhi asked him, "Why do I want to know about your childhood?"

"Didn't I accidentally break the secret that you don't like to come to the hospital?" He Nian said very reasonably, "This is called an exchange of equal value."

Yan Ruizhi actually wanted to tell He Nian that he didn't need to be so concerned about himself, even if it was really because he had received money from him, it was unnecessary.However, He Nian was still talking, and even lowered his voice: "The one who didn't want to listen when I was young, let me tell you..."

"Happy New Year." Probably because he was annoyed, or because he thought he was funny, Yan Ruizhi finally gained some strength, and asked with a glance, "Are you kidding me?"

As soon as he said it, he felt that he had made a slip of the tongue, but He Nian's attitude of talking to children really made it hard for him not to think so.

In the end, He Nian didn't deny it, but even felt wronged: "Although I don't have much experience in coaxing people, you didn't give me a chance to coax me."

"Didn't I say that this is a rare privilege?"

Having a birthday on June [-]st is a privilege, as if saying you'll never grow up.

There are actually many ways to refute this fallacy, but this time Yan Ruizhi did not speak immediately.

He Nian was afraid that he would hesitate again: "Boss Yan..."

"I'll do it." Yan Ruizhi was finally so pestered by him that he stopped looking at him, but agreed softly when he turned his face away.

If you don't agree, this person can talk about it all night.

As expected, He Nian's words stopped, and he looked at him: "Really?"

Yan Ruizhi didn't look back, frowned and said, "Give me an appointment without pain."

"Okay," He Nian was even worried that he would regret it immediately, so he stood up immediately and did not turn his head back to go out, "I will go to the doctor for an order now."

After hearing his footsteps completely gone, Yan Ruizhi turned over and looked at the lights on the roof of the ward.

What the nurse just said was right, the infusion of the new fluid is a bit painful.

He Nian came back in a hurry: "Mr. Yan, then you should rest first, and I will accompany you tomorrow morning."

Yan Ruizhi shifted his gaze to him.

The other party was still wearing the T-shirt that was put on before going out, the neckline was wrinkled, and his hair was a bit messy at the moment.

But even though he has been busy for so long, he is still handsome and energetic.

For some reason, Yan Ruizhi looked at him for a long time this time, and his mind was slightly distracted.

"President Yan?" He Nian asked for some reason why he looked over.

"Nothing." He quickly looked away.

He Nian still remembered that he was going to take him for an examination tomorrow morning, so he moved the only small wooden stool a little closer and warmed his hands again.

"Go to sleep," He Nian said, "I'll take care of it for you, and I'll call the nurse after losing."

Yan Ruizhi didn't speak, but he didn't turn his back again, just closed his eyes quietly.

The heat from the opponent's palm was continuously coming from the back of his hand, he thought silently, it didn't hurt that much anymore.

Yan Ruizhi originally thought that he would suffer from insomnia until dawn, but he fell asleep unknowingly.

He didn't even know when the nurse came to pull out the needle, and when he dimly opened his eyes, He Nian was frowning beside him looking at the test results sent to his phone.

Seeing that he was awake, He Nian put down his phone: "Are there any other discomforts?"

After a night of sleep and the infusion, the original pain has indeed disappeared. Although there is still some residual fatigue, it is basically harmless.

Yan Ruizhi stood up: "Then I think..."

He Nian brought the electrocardiogram taken last night and several checklists: "Then let's go!"

Very positive.

Yan Ruizhi sighed, at least he agreed yesterday, all he had to do was make a written statement for the New Year, and there was no need to deny it: "Okay."

There were fewer people in the examination room on Saturday, but there was still a queue. Yan Ruizhi woke up at the right time, and the machine was calling his name when he got there.

It was obviously not a serious inspection, but Yan Ruizhi felt that He Nian was more nervous than himself.

He really handed over the checklist to be prepared like a family member, and the doctor waved his hand: "Go outside and wait."

"I..." He paused, "When will my brother wake up later, should I go to the observation room and wait?"

"It varies from person to person, some take a few minutes and some take an hour, but this one metabolizes very quickly, don't worry, young man." The doctor only thought he was young, and gave him a few words of comfort.

After finishing the preparations, Yan Ruizhi found that he was still a little nervous.

The doctor was in a hurry: "It will be fine in a while."

When he saw the instrument in front of him, he obviously hadn't started yet, but his heart sank, as if recalling some fragmented memories again.

The twisting pain and retching surged up one after another. Yan Ruizhi wanted to stand up and leave, but the anesthesia had already started to take effect, and he gradually became groggy.

And so the pain went away, and he fell back into another dream from which he couldn't wake up.

This dream was originally peaceful and peaceful, but at some point, other voices began to mix in.

He seemed to be back in the hospital, but not in the examining room.

The strong smell of disinfectant enveloped him, dragging him down heavily, until he reached a bottomless place.

What followed was the sound of the ventilator, someone's sigh, blame pointed at him, and every look of disappointment.

Then there was an angry male voice, this time the voice was much clearer, and he could hear every word clearly.

——How long have you been acting like this?Don't you feel sick when you pretend to be nice?

——Don't touch my things!I don't need your help!

——There must be a reason for those people to say that about you, haven't you discovered it yet?

In the dream, it seemed that he could only be blamed. Yan Ruizhi opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

No, he didn't pretend.

Also really want to help...

The screen switched, and the ECG monitor screamed piercingly. He seemed to be pushed out by a pair of invisible hands.

——She must have known, knowing that you are gay will cause your condition to suddenly worsen!

——I knew you were not a normal person!

——You disgusted us, shamed us, she didn't even want to talk to you, she didn't leave a word when she left, why are you still quibbling! ?

Then came the severe pain in the abdomen, which spread like a sea.

He wanted to call for help, but his voice was hoarse and he couldn't make a sound.

——Student Yan Ruizhi, we all know that you have always been among the best in your studies, but your character is always the foundation of your life.

——Even if you are different from ordinary people, you shouldn't do such a thing.

——The teachers are very disappointed in you.

I don't, I don't...

A hand stretched out to grab his breath, he seemed to be drowning in water, the air bubbles blocked all hope, and there was a tranquility above the water surface, everything was settled, and there was no splash.

No, he's going to say it.

He struggled hard, tried his best to surface, passed through all the disappointments and sighs and continued to move forward, he no longer had his mouth covered and his eyes covered, he must speak——

His vocal cords were hurting like a knife.

But Yan Ruizhi heard his own voice this time.

"I never did those things."

"However, I am a..."

"Definitely gay."

— he finally breathed air.

Yan Ruizhi suddenly woke up from his dream, not knowing where he was for a while.

"Mr. Yan, Mr. Yan?"

He heard a voice calling him.

That voice was different from the one in the dream, clear and specific, with the power to penetrate the fog.

A drop of sweat fell, Yan Ruizhi opened his eyes and saw the source of the sound.

He Nian squatted in front of him and whispered to him, holding his hand with a worried look on his face.

Seeing him wake up, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Did you have a nightmare?"

All Yan Ruizhi's thoughts slowly came back, and he realized that he had just finished the examination, and He Nian was waiting for him in the observation room.

He lowered his head, only to realize that his palms were sweating.

He Nian insisted on squeezing in.

He handed Yan Ruizhi water, drank it, and slowly helped him up: "I'll take you home to rest, and report to the doctor that there's nothing wrong."

Thinking of the dream just now, it might be because he hasn't fully woken up from the anesthesia. Although he knew it was for his own good, Yan Ruizhi rarely said in a hoarse voice, "It's an old problem."

"I was wrong."

Unexpectedly, this time, He Nian stopped arguing with him about the importance of the review, and apologized softly, and accompanied him to the car.

Although He Nian said that he hadn't driven a few times, he drove very steadily along the way.

Yan Ruizhi recalled that the other party seemed to have dozed off once at the beginning, and hardly slept much afterwards, and now he was driving the car, still looking energetic.

"Thank you."

He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

"Serve the people!" He Nian still lacks strength, it seems that he is really not tired.

The two returned to the apartment, and Yan Ruizhi put the keys in the front hall.

"President Yan," He Nian said to him, "Do you want to eat something?"

Yan Ruizhi didn't want to do it by himself, and he didn't want to wait for the takeaway. His head was still dizzy, and he planned to go back to his room and lie down for a while.

He pointed to the guest room: "you can rest too."

He seldom received such care. He wanted to say some more words of thanks, but he felt unable to open his mouth.

"Okay." This time the New Year's greetings did not refuse.

Lying on the familiar bed, those terrible sounds and pictures finally disappeared.

And in the new dream, there will be a hand holding him, pulling him out of the muddy nightmare, that hand is powerful, with a little familiar temperature.

This time he finally slept for a long time.

It was dusk when he woke up, and Yan Ruizhi was thinking about whether the New Year was gone, when he heard a crisp sound from the kitchen.

He walked out in his nightgown, and the owner of the hand in the dream was carrying a pot with scorched rice in it, frowning.

Hearing the noise, He Nian turned around as if startled, and when he saw Yan Ruizhi, he immediately took a step back as if facing a formidable enemy.

Yan Ruizhi walked in and saw more than one failed work of porridge casserole.

But fortunately, the culprit knew that it might fail, so he just ordered a time-honored porridge and put it next to him.

"Good evening." He Nian's voice was a little scared.

He gave Yan Ruizhi the only porridge: "Can I eat this first?"

Looking at He Nian's face, he took it over: "Okay."

He Nian stopped messing around, sat down to eat with him, Yan Ruizhi drank porridge, and he ate apples.

"Mr. Yan." When Yan Ruizhi had the last mouthful of porridge, He Nian posted it guiltily and called him by name.

"Ok?"

"This is my first attempt." He justified himself, "I'm not very familiar with these kitchen utensils."

"So you fought with them?" Yan Ruizhi added for him.

He Nian blushed: "Give me a little more time, you know, I am very talented, I can learn everything very quickly, and I must be able to cook."

When it came to the last glance at Yan Rui, he carefully filled in the last syllable: "...well."