Yang Fan wanted to go up and slap Jiang Yue twice to wake him up.
Seeing how irritable he was, the doctor patted him on the shoulder and said, "You're a good young man. He has a great future and he has a great personality."
"No, doctor, he has a fever..." Yang Fan hurriedly explained, getting more and more confused the more he explained.
"No need to explain, I understand, I understand everything!" The doctor smiled unceremoniously and looked at Yang Fan with a particularly ambiguous look, "Your lover is good-looking, and he is a good match for you."
Yang Fan suddenly blushed to the root of his neck and shouted, "He is not my lover!"
"Ah, isn't it? Then you guys..." the doctor pointed to the unpacked condoms on the bedside table, "They are pretty strong, six in a box."
Shit, I forgot to collect it.
Yang Fan lowered his head in shame and covered his face with his hands.
I have the desire to die.
"No, aren't you a doctor?" Why do you look like the aunt in the community downstairs from my house!
"I'm a doctor."
"Then you shouldn't treat him properly?"
The doctor held the syringe filled with medicine and touched his chin, "Your lover is suffering from wind and cold accumulation in the body and has worked too hard. He probably hasn't had a good rest these days. His body resistance has declined. In addition to being infected with wind and cold, he is also infected with a seasonal virus, causing Got a fever."
"Hey, I know you young people are strong and full of fire, but you should also be careful not to overindulge..."
Yang Fan interrupted with a dry cough, "You just need to see a doctor. You don't need to go into such detail. Please give him an injection."
"Okay, you turn him over and I'll give him two butt needles."
"Two?"
"Of course, one will reduce inflammation and the other will reduce fever." The doctor looked at Yang Fan with a look of disbelief on his face, "Are you a doctor, or am I a doctor?"
Yang Fan pursed his lips, not wasting time with him here, and coaxed Jiang Yue to turn sideways.
The doctor looked at Yang Fan coaxing Jiang Yue and smiled like an uncle, "You are quite good to your lover."
"I told you, you are not my lover!"
"Okay, no." The doctor injected Jiang Yue.
"Can you please stop laughing? Your hands are shaking. What should I do if I miss the mark?"
"Look at you, you feel sorry for him now, and you say he's not your lover."
No, is there such a disrespectful doctor as you? I'm laughing while taking an injection, and my hands are shaking like Parkinson's disease. Do you have any medical ethics?
The doctor also deliberately teased Yang Fan. When it came to the actual injection, he was quick and accurate, and the two injections were finished quickly.
"Young man, I will prescribe some more medicine for him. I have written the instructions on the medicine box to prevent you from making mistakes. Come on, please settle the bill."
Yang Fan was really upset and scanned WeChat for him, "Please, please leave this door and forget everything here."
"Don't worry, we just met by chance and we don't have any friends in common. Who can I talk to?"
Before the doctor left, "Oh, by the way, I happen to have an ointment here that promotes wound healing. I enjoyed chatting with you, so I'll give it to you."
Yang Fan took the box of ointment, looked at it, and raised his eyes inexplicably, "Why are you giving me this?"
The doctor glanced at Yang Fan with an unclear smile, "If it hurts, just apply it."
Yang Fan saw the doctor staring at him. His face was as red as a boiling kettle.
I can't wait to smash this comatose doctor out.
The doctor quickly rushed out of the door and closed the door with a bang.
Yang Fan went back to the room and sat down on the sofa, crossed his arms and looked at the sleeping man on the bed.
For some reason, when he heard this man call him wife, he didn't feel much rejection other than shame and embarrassment.
He is really crazy.
Yang Fan closed his eyes. He didn't sleep well last night, so he couldn't help but doze off.
After an unknown amount of time, he felt an itch on his face. He stretched out his hand to scratch it and touched something soft and moist, which seemed to be his lips... Then, he was woken up by the sound of heavy breathing.
Yang Fan opened his eyes and found that he was lying on the sofa, with the man propped above him, looking at him with a pair of bright black eyes.
Yang Fan was stunned for a few seconds. After he came to his senses, he subconsciously reached out and touched his forehead, "Has your fever gone?"
"Um."
Jiang Yue grabbed his hand and said, "You've been taking care of me here for a day. Are you exhausted?"
Yang Fan took out his hand and turned to look at the dim sky outside the window, "You still have the nerve to say that you were drunk and acted like a psychopath last night. You didn't allow me to sleep until midnight. As a result, you had a fever early in the morning. In order to serve you, I didn't even close my eyes, and you still made a fuss when I asked you to take injections and medicine, so I should just leave you here alone and let you burn yourself out."
After hearing this, Jiang Yue raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "Are you willing?"
Yang Fan rolled his eyes angrily, "Get off me quickly, don't hold me down, I'm dead."
Jiang Yue sat upright and pulled him up together, "Silly boy, I remember everything about last night."
"Not drunkenly."
Yang Fan stared at his toes and remained silent.
Jiang Yue lowered his head to look at his slightly red face and said with a smile, "I will keep in mind what you promised me."
Yang Fan raised his head, "What did I promise you?"
"You said you wanted to keep walking with me."
"I didn't say it." He said harshly.
"Really, I was the one who drank too much last night, but you didn't drink at all. I remember it clearly. How come you, the kid, are still defaulting on your debt after you wake up?"
As he said that, he reached out and took him into his arms.
"If you can't remember it, I'll remember it for you. You can't lie."
Yang Fan did not struggle and sat in his arms with red ears.
Jiang Yue ordered a meal, and the hotel waiter brought the food up.
He went to the bathroom to take a shower, but Yang Fan told him not to take a shower because he would catch a cold again later.
Jiang Yuefei refused to listen, saying that he was sticky with sweat and uncomfortable to hold, and wanted to drag him in to wash himself.
Yang Fan rushed casually, and the man rubbed against him restlessly. Fortunately, the waiter rang the doorbell, and Yang Fan pushed him away and escaped from the bathroom, wrapped himself in a bathrobe and opened the door.
When the food was placed on the table, Yang Fan frowned when he saw the dishes. They were sour, salty, spicy... all heavy.
He tilted his head and said to the man who was wiping his hair, "What did you order?"
Jiang Yue shook his hair and walked over, "It's your favorite dish."
Yang Fan was stunned when he heard this, and sighed speechlessly, "If you can't eat it, I'll order two more lighter dishes."
Jiang Yue snorted, "Start taking care of me."
Yang Fan rolled his eyes and said, "If you want to get two more butt injections, I don't want to talk to you either."
Jiang Yue patted his head with a smile in his eyes, "Okay, sit down and eat."
In the past, when I was in the army, I had to leave the team if I had a cold or fever, and I had to endure it without taking any medicine.
He's not that delicate, but it's not a bad feeling to be worried and controlled.
Jiang Yue sat down leisurely. Yang Fan saw that his hair was messy and dripping with water. He rushed to the bathroom upset and put a hair dryer in his hand. "If you have a fever again, I'll ask your secretary to take care of you!"
Jiang Yue chuckled and didn't argue with him. He took the hair dryer and blew his hair casually, but his eyes were glued to him with adoration.
After eating, Jiang Yue wanted to light a cigarette, but Yang Fan stopped him. He twisted it into a ball and threw it in the trash can. Then he put water and medicine in front of him and ordered without expression, "Take medicine."
Jiang Yue raised his head and stared at him, "Feed me."
