lend me a bite

Qin Yimu seemed to agree. As soon as he leaned over, the doctor came back with the medicinal wine. Before he could pull his little hand, Shan Qiye watched Qin Yimu take two steps back.

He looked at the doctor with resentment in his eyes.

However, the doctor was concentrating on tinkering with his own medicinal wine, and had no intention of responding to Shan Qiye at all. He opened the lid and dipped some in his palms to warm it up, and raised his chin at Qin Yimu, "You, carry him."

Shan Qiye: "?!"

What is another village? !

Shan Qiye's eyes lit up in an instant, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise. He tried his best to hide it, and said in his mouth, "No need, I don't know how to run, it's okay..." While talking, there was nothing on his hand. Being idle, he lifted the quilt on the side and pushed it aside to make room for Qin Yimu.

At the same time, he patted the bed sheet with his hands, and his hands were so fast that he could almost see a double image, "At the same table, you don't need to hug me, I can do it by myself."

Qin Yimu: "..."

The doctor couldn't help laughing when he saw this, "Hey, your classmate is really interesting." This man is really too funny, pretending not to care, while urging him to sit down, no matter how you look at it, it's amused.

Seeing Qin Yimu sit over, the doctor gently put his hand on Shan Qiye's ankle, "It's started."

"Hmm." From the time Qin Yimu sat down, the focus was not on the doctor, but Shan Qiye didn't rub against him, but leaned against him, "Say at the same table... um!" His voice turned into a cry of pain Shan Qiye gritted his teeth and swallowed abruptly.

The swollen ankle was already hot, and the medicinal wine in the palm was even hotter. At first, the two touched each other fine, but then they rubbed hard, causing the pain to make people tremble all over.

Shan Qiye couldn't utter a word of the chat, the fine beads of sweat on his forehead slid down the corners of his forehead, and he felt a little uncomfortable when the sweat entered his eyes. He closed his eyes and tilted his head slightly, as if trying to avoid the stinging pain in his eyes.

The next moment, a tissue soaked in warm water was stuck to his eyes, and Shan Qiye felt a hand encircling him from behind, pressing his left arm and embracing him sideways.

Shan Qiye rubbed his eyes, opened them with difficulty, and found that he was actually leaning against Qin Yimu's arms...? !

Qin Yimu asked, "Does it hurt?"

Shan Qiye opened his mouth and wailed: "It hurts! It hurts so much!" While speaking, he leaned into the person's arms.

Qin Yimu frowned and remained silent, but held Shan Qiye tightly in his arms.

Before he could say anything more, the doctor was merciless on his hand, rubbed the hot medicinal wine and pressed it up, Shan Qiye trembled all over, with snowflakes in front of his eyes in pain, this time was even worse than before, if he hadn't leaned on Qin Yimu, I'm afraid he's already lying down by this time.

Qin Yimu hugged him in his arms, gently wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead with a dry tissue, he could feel the other person's trembling in the palm of his hand, he didn't want to see Shan Qiye at this moment Such a pale look.

"Easy," he said.

"Don't be gentle, classmate." The doctor's words were still gentle, but he didn't hold back the slightest bit of strength in his hand movements, "If you don't rub it, isn't he the one who suffers?"

This kind of injury should be rubbed away everywhere, otherwise there will be some guilt.

Shan Qiye took a deep breath, but he didn't expect it to be so painful. He leaned against Qin Yimu and rubbed unconsciously, "It's okay, just bear with it." He pretended to be indifferent, but the way he spoke His voice was a bit hoarse, and his voice trembled when he was in pain.

Qin Yimu's movements were a little stiff, and he put his hand on his back and patted him lightly.

Shan Qiye slowly raised his hand, his eyes were moist.

He could feel that Qin Yimu was really coaxing him seriously, but... "Ahem." Shan Qiye breathed out with difficulty, "Be gentle with your deskmate, be gentle."

This guy was almost beaten to death without pain. He didn't have something stuck in his throat and wanted to slap him hard.

His feet hurt, and his back slammed twice, Shan Qiye almost suffocated to death.

Qin Yimu stopped in an instant.

Shan Qiye glanced sideways, and for some reason, he could read his expressionless face and see that he was at a loss. Shan Qiye pursed his lips, grabbed his hand with his backhand, and pressed it on his waist again , said softly: "Holding it won't hurt... Hiss."

The doctor's hands became stronger and stronger, until the pain became numb, and he felt that his feet were not his own.

Shan Qiye clutched Qin Yimu's clothes to borrow strength secretly, and Qin Yimu helped him wipe his sweat from time to time, and when the doctor let go and said it was ok, Shan Qiye really felt like he was alive after a catastrophe.

The whole person seems to be fished out of the sea.

The doctor stood up and stretched. He was quite tired after rubbing for a long time. "Okay, there is a private room inside. Go in and lie down for a while, and then go back after you recover."

Shan Qiye said, "Thank you."

The doctor waved his hand, "You're welcome, go and rest."

Shan Qiye propped himself up with one hand, and gently tapped the side of the bed with his left foot, trying to see if the pain was still serious. If there was no response, he walked in by himself, but it hurt when he moved casually. If it wasn't for the size of the swelling, Shan Qiye thought it was more serious than before.

It's just that if this is the case, I can't walk anymore, Shan Qiye gave up struggling, turned his head and bumped into Qin Yimu's arms, and said with a sideways face: "My deskmate, help me."

"hand."

Shan Qiye passed his hand over happily, and Qin Yimu clasped his wrist and pressed it back to his stomach.

"...?"

what's the situation.

Without waiting for him to think about it, Qin Yimu picked him up with ease, and walked towards the direction the doctor pointed out just now.

The doctor yelled at them: "Hey—by the way, it's time for the cafeteria to serve meals. Remember to get meals. You won't have any food if you're late."

"Understood." Shan Qiye grabbed Qin Yimu's neck and waved at the doctor, "Thank you."

After saying hello, Shan Qiye shrank back by himself, straightened the creases on Qin Yimu's clothes that he had grabbed just now, bent his eyes and asked, "Are you hungry at the same table?"

"Do not."

"Are you tired? You can lie on the hospital bed and rest for a while. I will sit with you in a chair."

"Need not."

Chatting, Qin Yimu put down Shan Qiye, turned to turn on the indoor air conditioner, and set the constant temperature mode.

When Shan Qiye saw that he had turned on the air conditioner, he didn't say much. As a result, the mode he got was not very cold, and there was no big difference between turning it on and off. He tugged at the neckline and couldn't help but say: "Go It's a cold wind, I'm so hot."

After recovering from the pain, I felt that the surroundings were stuffy and hot, and my body was still sweating, making it uncomfortable to lie down.

Qin Yimu ignored, "No."

"My deskmate~ I'm dying of heat." Shan Qiye rolled on the bed, "Do you have the heart to watch your cute little deskmate get burned to death?"

"Ah."

"..."

Knowing that Qin Yimu didn't turn on the air conditioner was for his own good, Shan Qiye muttered a few words to feel discouraged, but when he looked up and saw Qin Yimu walking out, he sat up quickly and asked, "Where are you going at the same table?"

"Food."

Shan Qiye rubbed his stomach, he couldn't care less about his hunger due to the pain just now, "Could my deskmate bring me some meat?"

"Ah."

"Remember to come back quickly, or your lovely tablemate will starve to death."

"..." Qin Yimu walked to the door and turned back.

Shan Qiye was taken aback for a moment, "What's the matter at the same table?"

Qin Yimu stretched out his hand in front of him, and there was a piece of exquisitely packaged chocolate quietly in his palm.

Shan Qiye smiled slightly, raised his hand to pat his hand, and took the chocolate as he closed his hand, "Thank you, tablemate!"

When Qin Yimu went out to cook, Shan Qiye was lying on the hospital bed looking at that chocolate and giggling.

This is the chocolate that was caught when he was checked by the instructor.

He thought he had lost it.

Unexpectedly, Qin Yimu took it away.

Under such a high temperature, the chocolate has already melted. If it wasn't for the packaging, it would have flowed everywhere by now.

He was really hungry, but he was reluctant to eat the chocolate right in front of him. He fiddled with it for a long time, so he just put it in his pocket and lay on his side to play with the thread on the pillow.

The house is very quiet, except for the slight 'hum' sound from the air conditioner from time to time, there is no noise at all.

"Qiye! Your dead brother is here to see you!"

As the sound approached, there was only a 'bang', and the door that Qin Yimu had closed before leaving opened in response to the sound.

Shan Qiye glanced at him, "Ugh, can't you be quieter?"

Mao Junyu pulled the chair all the way and sat by the bed, "Hey, I was so anxious to see you injured that I came to see you before I had lunch, so don't care about these details."

"You take off the grain of rice at the corner of your mouth first, and then talk about this."

"Mistake, mistake, I will definitely remember it next time." While talking, Mao Junyu reached out and touched the corner of his mouth - nothing!

Shan Qiye stretched out his hand to beat him, but he couldn't move his left foot, which reduced his movement range. Although Xiaopang was fat, he was nimble and avoided two blows.

Mao Junyu pulled the chair around to the other side, "Qiye, why are your feet so red?"

Shan Qiye tucked the pillow behind his back, and sat up half-supported, "The doctor rubbed it just now, and the swelling has subsided a bit."

"Hey, it hurts just thinking about it." This kind of layer-by-layer pain made Mao Junyu's scalp tingle, "Does it hurt, Lord Qi?"

"What's the matter, just endure it." It's a lie to say that it doesn't hurt, but it's not within the range of unbearable.

Mao Junyu couldn't help but said: "You, an Omega, live a more manly life than Alpha."

Shan Qiye smiled, "Low-key, low-key."

'click'

The door lock was unlocked again, Qin Yimu's slender shadow entered the door first, Shan Qiye immediately shouted at the top of his voice: "You are back at the same table, my feet hurt so much!"

Mao Junyu: "???" Was the pain so sudden?

Qin Yimu frowned and glanced at the ankle resting on the side of the bed, "Does it hurt?"

"Hmm!" Shan Qiye said with a strong nasal voice, "It hurts a lot."

Before Qin Yimu went out to find a doctor, Shan Qiye hurriedly added: "However, it won't hurt if you hug her."

After hearing this, he naturally knew that Shan Qiye was playing tricks to ask for comfort. Qin Yimu walked over, put the lunch box on the bedside, and said, "Yes."

Shan Qiye smiled, turned to look at Mao Junyu, "What are you still doing here?"

Mao Junyu: "..."

Don't ask, it's just a light bulb.