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Zhaofan sat alone on the bench in the waiting area of ​​the hospital, clenched his hands into fists, pressed against his legs, and kept looking at the payment window with a anxious expression.

There was a long queue there, Yan Xiao took the doctor's order and moved forward slowly with the queue.

Compared with the payment window, registration window, and medicine window, the waiting area is the least crowded place in the lobby on the first floor of the outpatient department. Most of the people sitting in the waiting area are patients who need to rest.

When he came down from the specialist clinic upstairs, Zhao Fan wanted to line up with Yan Xiao to pay the fee, but Yan Xiao was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable in a crowded place, so he asked him to stay in the waiting area.He was very uncomfortable and his body was itchy. When he saw an old man walking towards him, he got up and gave up his seat.

The doctor said that it was because of the conflict between the antidepressants he was taking and the Chinese medicine stewed pigeon he ate yesterday, coupled with the high temperature in the recent days, he suddenly developed a rash. , take detoxifying herbal decoction after meals, and the rash will subside in about three days.

The hall is air-conditioned, but because there are too many patients and their family members, the temperature cannot be lowered at all, and when it feels hot, the rash will itch badly.Zhaofan was wearing long-sleeved trousers. It was impossible for Zhaofan to reach out and scratch his back and legs in full view, so he could only endure it, hoping that Yan Xiao would come back quickly after paying the fee, but he ignored the fact that Yan Xiao was not a medicine. Even after coming back, the rash should still be itchy.

Finally leaving the long queue, Yan Xiao saw Zhao Fan standing alone as soon as he returned to the waiting area.

He hurried over, and when he got closer, he realized that Zhaofan's eyes were wet, obviously he had endured it very hard.

His heart ached all of a sudden, he held the bill in one hand, and pulled Zhaofan over with the other, rubbing Zhaofan's back firmly with the palm of his hand through the clothes.

The place that was so itchy that it was almost unbearable was rubbed, Zhaofan took a low breath, his eyelashes fluttered, and the moisture in his eyes made his eye sockets red.

"Is it better?" Yan Xiao asked softly in his ear.

"Well." He nodded, "I'll go get the medicine with you."

Yan Xiao looked at the medicine window, which was similar to the payment window, and there were many people waiting, so he said, "There are too many people, you are still here..."

Zhaofan immediately shook his head, frowned, and there was a bit of pleading in his eyes.

Yan Xiao's heart softened, and his hands were still on his back, "Let's go."

It took a quarter of an hour to queue up to get the medicine, and Zhao Fan felt itchy, but when he stayed with Yan Xiao, his back was rubbed and covered from time to time, after all, it was not as uncomfortable as being alone.

Leaving the hospital, Yan Xiao opened the co-pilot's door for him when he got in the car, he hesitated for a while, and wanted to sit in the back seat.

"Why do you want to sit in the back?" Yan Xiao asked.

"I itch." He said, "I want to scratch."

"Sit on the front and you can scratch."

He pursed his lips, and it took a long time before he said with red ears: "I also have it on my legs, inside, inside."

Only then did Yan Xiao understand that Zhao Fan felt embarrassed to scratch his inner thigh in front of him.

"Okay." Yan Xiao didn't have too much trouble, and opened the door of the back seat again, and said: "Don't scratch with your nails, you can bear it as much as you can, and if you can't help it, rub it with your fingers. The doctor said, The rash is best not scratched."

"Yeah." Zhao Fan sat down in the back seat in good order, holding the pillow to cover his lap.

As the car drove into the main road, Yan Xiao said, "I'm sorry, but your rash is my responsibility."

Zhao Fan quickly said, "No."

"The traditional Chinese medicine I didn't pay attention to when stewing the squab conflicts with the medicine you are taking now."

"No, I'm a picky eater. You just want me to eat more, so you cook for me in different ways every day. I can't eat pork and beef for the time being. I have been eating fish for a while. You, you want to change meat for me. Food. It's really not your responsibility."

Yan Xiao looked at Zhaofan in the rearview mirror, and sighed softly for a moment.

Zhaofan also emphasized, "You are doing it for my own good, and this is not your responsibility."

Seeing that he was anxious, Yan Xiao smiled at him reassuringly, "Okay, it's not my responsibility. But it's my responsibility to make the rash disappear as soon as possible."

There was a faint aroma of herbs in the car, and three large packets of herbs were placed on the seat for making soup and bathing.

Zhaofan looked at the medicinal materials and found that the itches between his legs were severe, so he avoided Yan Xiao and scratched secretly a few times.

Yan Xiao actually saw it, but pretended not to know.

When he got home, Yan Xiao was busy with his work. The two stoves and the induction cooker were all used to decoct medicine, and the air conditioners in several rooms were fully turned on, so that Zhaofan didn't have to be heated no matter where he stayed.

In order to divert his attention, Zhaofan read the novel with his tablet in his hand, but the rash on his thigh was still unbearably itchy, and he didn't read it for a long time.

When the medicine was almost ready, Yan Xiao went to the bathroom and turned on the shower, and asked Zhao Fan to take a shower first.

Zhaofan packed up his change of clothes and was about to close the door when he entered the bathroom, but was blocked by Yan Xiao.

"I'm going to come in and pour the medicine later," Yan Xiao said.

Zhaofan was stunned for a second, his eyes widened immediately, "But..."

Yan Xiao couldn't help him this time, "Now there are three big pots of medicine, and they will continue to boil after pouring them out. I will add them while you are soaking them. Even if you don't want me to see your body now, you will lie in the bathtub in a while. Here, when I come in to add medicine, I will still see it."

Zhaofan lowered his head.

"Be obedient." Yan Xiao said, "Just keep the door open."

After about five seconds, Zhaofan said softly, "Yes."

Warm water was poured on the rash, which evoked a strange itching. Zhaofan propped himself against the wall, his mind blank for a while.

Before suffering from depression, he didn't mind showing his scars at all. He was bitten by poisonous mosquitoes at the border, his skin was red, swollen and inflamed, and he deliberately showed it to his teammates and asked cheerfully, "Is it scary? Is it disgusting?"

But after getting sick, everything changed. Inferiority and self-denial were entrenched in the subconscious, and I didn’t dare to show my scars, let alone show the red rash. I always felt that anyone who saw it would be disgusted.

He was very nervous when he heard footsteps outside the bathroom, knowing that it was Yan Xiao who came with the medicine soup.

"I'm coming in." Yan Xiao pushed the door open with his toes, hands full.

He stood naked under the shower, his whole body was so stiff that he forgot to turn off the shower.

When Yan Xiao poured the medicinal soup into the bathtub, his clothes were soaked by the shower.

"I'm sorry." Only then did he realize that he immediately turned off the water and stood aside awkwardly.

Yan Xiao simply took off his shirt, his eyes remained the same, as if he was not surprised by the rashes and scars on his body, and said with a smile: "Wait a little longer, there are still two pots."

When the three pots of medicinal soup were poured into the bathtub, Yan Xiao added warm water again until he felt the temperature was moderate, then said: "Go in."

Zhaofan nervously covered his private parts and raised one foot.

Yan Xiao held his arm, "Be careful."

He knew that it was impossible to really cover it at such a short distance, so he still didn't let go of his hand.

"I'm brewing medicine outside." Yan Xiao squatted by the bathtub, "You soak it first, call me when the water is cold, I'll come in and add medicine at any time."

The medicinal soup surrounded the rash, and those arrogant itches finally calmed down.

After a while, Zhao Fan hugged his knees in the bathtub, closed his eyes, and slowly recalled every movement and every look of Yan Xiao just now.

Yan Xiao saw his body, but he didn't seem to be surprised at all, and his expression was the same as usual.

He opened his arms, looked down at the gunshot wounds on his abdomen and legs, and felt an indescribable soreness and fullness in his heart.

"The medicine is added, the medicine is added!" Yan Xiao came in again with the newly boiled medicine, and it was different from before, this time there was a large wooden spoon in the pot.

——When there is no one in the bathtub, just pour the hot medicinal soup into it. If there is someone in the bathtub, I am afraid that the person will be scalded, so I can only be more careful.

"Is the water cold?" Yan Xiao asked.

"Well, a little bit."

"Then I'll start adding medicine." Yan Xiao scooped up a spoonful, "Tell me if it's hot."

The medicine was poured into the bathtub one by one. Zhao Fan originally had his legs bent to cover his private parts, but then gradually straightened his legs, presenting his body in front of Yan Xiao.

He did it on purpose—although he struggled a lot.

He knew that Yan Xiao was doing his best to take care of himself, and he also wanted to work hard to overcome the psychological barrier. Yan Xiao's reaction just now gave him some courage. He knew that one day, he would have to be honest with Yan Xiao.

Yan Xiao's gaze became blazing, and the hand holding the spoon paused slightly.

Zhaofan placed his hands by his sides, his fingers curled up embarrassingly.

After adding a pot of water, Yan Xiao dipped his right hand into the medicinal soup, and his fingertips touched the gunshot wound on his abdomen.

He trembled, his abdominal muscles tensed up completely, and he didn't dare to look at Yan Xiao, so he didn't know that Yan Xiao's eyes were filled with intense pain.

"Very, ugly." Zhao Fan said softly.

"No." Yan Xiao shook his head, "It's not ugly."

Only then did Zhao Fan raise his head, met Yan Xiao's eyes, and heard him say: "It's not ugly, I just feel... very heartbroken."

A shackle that bound his heart was suddenly released, Zhaofan took a long breath and was speechless.

Yan Xiao touched his face with wet hands, "You are the best, you have always been the best."

It took a long time to take a bath, and Zhao Fan applied the ointment in the bedroom, and the rash on his legs and chest was wiped off, except for the rash on his back.

Yan Xiao was busy making dinner, and the sound of pots and pans came from the kitchen.

Zhaofan only wore a pair of shorts, hesitated for a long time, and went to the kitchen with the ointment, "Brother Xiao."

Yan Xiao turned around, immediately understood what he wanted to say, and said with a smile: "Go lie down on the sofa, and I will wipe it off for you."

The rash first appeared on the back, so it was redder and more serious than other places. Zhaofan hugged the pillow and buried half of his face in it, feeling very embarrassed.

Yan Xiao was applying medicine, "Relax, don't be nervous."

"En." Zhaofan took a deep breath as much as he could, and slowly relaxed his tense muscles.

The vegetable porridge in the kitchen was bubbling, Yan Xiao finished applying the medicine, and his eyes stayed on the scar on his back.He noticed the substantial gaze, and moved slightly.

There was no rash in the scar or nearby area, so Yan Xiao stroked it lightly with his fingers that were not stained with ointment.

Zhao Fan wanted to stand up, "Brother Xiao."

Yan Xiao pressed his lower back, then leaned over and kissed the two scars.

Zhaofan didn't move, as if his soul had come out of his body, but he was still chanting "Brother Xiao".

After a while, Yan Xiao left his scar and said patiently with a smile, "Are you hungry? Wait a little longer, dinner will be ready soon."