I can't cure this patient! [Quick Transmigration]

The vehicle started smoothly, and after exiting the underground garage, it merged into the busy traffic on the road.

Yan Shen mentioned an address, which was his private doctor's clinic.

No matter what, he had to go see a doctor, otherwise, in his current state, wandering outside... I'm afraid it would be a bit dangerous.

He just sent a text message to the doctor to explain a little bit about the delay. The doctor gently said that he was fine and hoped that he would come as soon as possible. He was waiting in the clinic.

After sending the text message, Yan Shen sat on the seat without speaking, his eyes fell on the back of the seat in front of the car, he didn't know what he was thinking, and he seemed to be in a daze.

However, if you look carefully, you will find that his gaze on the back of the chair is gloomy, the black pupils are slightly tighter than usual, and the curvature of the jaw is not relaxed, showing the strange tension of the master's spirit.

Although the body seems to be sitting normally, but the tightness of the muscles can be noticed by careful observation, like a wild beast that is about to jump out at any time, the hand on the lap is slightly clenched into a fist, and the light blue veins spread on the back of the hand , seemed to have a kind of indescribable desolation.

The speculation just now stung the almost grotesque possessive desire that grew from the bottom of his heart from the moment he saw the black-haired young man. Maybe he could still suppress this negative emotion with strong willpower in normal times, but in During the period of the onset and the period when self-control was almost non-existent, it took unimaginable effort for him to control not to vent it.

Even though he knew very well that he had no right to care who the youth had been with before, but the natural desire to monopolize didn't care about it at all, tearing a wound in his heart that seemed to never heal.

not allowed.

Young people are not allowed to cling to others, they are not allowed to have traces left by others where they have been touched by themselves, they are not allowed to let others do whatever they want to them, they are not allowed to raise their heads obediently at others——

His state of mind is indeed pathological, and Yan Shen knows this very clearly.

Messy and vague thoughts flashed through my mind one after another. The air conditioner in the carriage was still blowing, which is supposed to be the most suitable temperature, but a little bead of sweat appeared on Yan Shen's forehead because of the excessive mental tension. .

The Adam's apple rolled, and Yan Shen turned his head slightly, and moved his face to the direction of one side of the car window.

He didn't want the dark emotions in his eyes to be exposed, and let his unbearable side fall into the other's clear and transparent black eyes, he didn't dare to meet the young man's eyes at all.

He didn't even dare to touch it... Although his instinct clamored for him to use the most primitive method of physical contact to leave a mark representing possession on the young man, but out of his understanding of his own situation, he didn't dare to act rashly at all, even like just now I don't even have the courage to kiss like that.

...I was afraid that when I bent down, I just had the idea of ​​​​marking, but as soon as I was stimulated by the sick thoughts in my mind, it would leave scars on it that he would regret later.

Yan Shen's hands on the dark suit pants curled up nervously, his knuckles stiffened There seemed to be some slight cramping.

He could feel the young man's gaze sweeping up and down on him, as if he was puzzled by his sudden face change, but he couldn't give any explanation for his strangeness.

……

Su Duan tilted his head, looking blankly at his lover like a big stubborn dog, turning his head away from his lover.

Obviously when they were kissing just now, he also heard that Yan Shen's healing value had increased a bit, why did his face suddenly change, and then he fell into a state of rigidity that seemed to explode when he touched it?

Seeing his lover's stiff posture of breaking himself at any time, Su Duan felt a little distressed while being at a loss.

Not daring to casually touch his lover who exudes a "very bad" aura, he asked in his heart: "System, has Yan Shen's illness worsened?"

The system said: "Yes, the results detected by the system are consistent with the host's speculation, but when treating diseases, especially when treating mental diseases, it is very normal to have repeated symptoms. In fact, as long as the symptoms are not completely cured Cure, this kind of recurrence of the disease may happen countless times in the future, the host must be patient."

Su Duan hummed twice and said, "Yes." After a pause, he asked again, "Can I pet him now?"

Although the other party doesn't look like a weak creature, it can even be said that it is a strong and cold existence that needs to be avoided, but Su Duan feels inexplicably that Yan Shen should be in need of comfort at this time.

The system said: "It is reasonable to say that it is possible, but patients with bipolar disorder may show a tendency to be highly aggressive during the onset, so the host should be more cautious."

Su Duan thought for a while, and said, "It's okay, I can buy spinach, Yan Shen is just a normal human being, and he can't beat me."

System: "..." Its host is surprisingly flexible.

System: "You're right, the system calculates that 50 experience points of primary spinach are enough for you to heal the target... down, please call the system any time you need it, host~"

Su Duan: "Yeah."

The traffic light at the intersection ahead switched to a red light state, and the vehicle stopped, quietly waiting for the sign allowing traffic to appear.

Su Duan thought for a while, stretched out his hand, and covered the back of Yan Shen's hand with his white and thin five fingers, trying to close the fist that was a circle bigger than himself under the palm.

I don't know if it's because the air-conditioning in the car is too high, the back of the man's hands are a bit cold, Su Duan's body temperature is not very high, but when he touches it, he can clearly feel that the temperature of the man's hands is lower than his own .

He bent his knuckles and rubbed the back of the man's cool hand, touched the slightly raised veins on the back of his hand, and asked softly, "Are you cold?"

As if startled by his sudden movement to touch his hand, the man's body obviously became stiffer again. After a long time, the car started to move forward again and passed the traffic lights where the vehicles meet before he became dumb. The voice replied: "...not cold."

In fact, not only did he not feel cold, but even from the moment the young man touched the back of his hand, an uncontrollable heat ignited from the touched place and spread towards the rest of his body.

The young man's palms and fingertips were warm and soft, almost non-aggressive like himself, as soft as feathers that had fallen from afar.

Su Duan asked worriedly: "Is it really not cold?"

"Not cold." It was still a stiff answer.

Su Duan didn't really believe it, but he touched it a couple more times. For some reason, his hand under his palm seemed to be less cold. After hesitating for a while, he turned off the plan to ask the driver to lower the temperature of the air conditioner in the car.

"Yeah." He responded softly, stared at Yan Shen's hand for a while, then suddenly stretched out the other hand, hooked Yan Shen's index finger with his fingertips, and curled up the stiff index finger. fingers hooked out.

Yan Shen subconsciously wanted to curl his hands back. This feeling of being forced to open made him, who has always been in a dominant position, subconsciously resist, but just as his fingertips moved, he saw the thin and protruding wrist of the young man from the corner of his eyes, and worried that he would not be able to control it. A strong force would hurt the opponent, so he didn't dare to move for a moment, and just let the opponent fiddle with his hand.

It's just that under the concentration of attention, the originally stiff fingertips became even more stiff, so the difficulty for Su Duan to break his fingers increased a lot.

However, as a plant that has lived alone for thousands of years and has hardly been touched, the most important thing Su Duan lacks is patience. He lowered his head and fiddled with his fingertips, concentrating on being as cold and hard as his subordinates and master. I struggled with my fingers, and after an unknown period of time, they were all flattened one by one.

During his busy process, because of the movement of lowering his head, the delicate and white back of his neck was completely exposed to the outside without a trace of defense.

Yan Shen's originally sideways gaze turned around at some point, and fell on the young man's slender neck in a trance, the dark color in his eyes was ups and downs, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After straightening these stubborn fingers one by one, Su Duan turned Yan Shen's hands over.

Perhaps because of the stiffness just now, the exposed palm was sweating after straightening the fingers. Although it was not so obvious that you could feel the sweat, you could still feel a little wet when the palm was pressed together. meaning.

——Su Duan put his palm on it, and his thin five fingers followed the opponent's finger, and squeezed it in accurately.

"..." Unexpectedly caught between his fingers, Yan Shen opened his lips subconsciously, but he couldn't say anything. In the end, he only took a slightly heavy breath, closed his fingers, and tightly clasped the thin fingers in his palms. Thin palms.

Interlocking fingers tightly.

Although interlocking fingers is not such a shameful contact as to make people blush compared to kissing, but perhaps because of the ten fingers connecting to the heart, the intimacy brought by the interlocking of fingers is even more thorough than the interdependence of lips and teeth.

Because the grip is very tight, the frequency of the heartbeat gradually becomes clear at the joints of the fingers, as if it is closely attached to another person's heartbeat, a strange heat surges at the joints of the fingers, and there is a steady flow of heat It rushed towards the heart, as if even cold blood could be heated together.

With the gradually synchronous heartbeat, the negative emotions that were clamoring in his heart subsided little by little, Yan Shen's pupils stretched a little, and he let out a breath of foul air from his mouth.

As if being pulled back from the abyss to the world, the body warmed up again, and the emotions hovering on the verge of collapse were miraculously calmed down.

Even the other unstretched palm automatically stretched down, resting on the knee, and the drooping knuckles showed a relaxed arc.

The black-haired young man who had finished all these actions raised his head, his thin palm was completely sunk in another person's hand, he raised his head, his eyes, as if stained with water, focused on Yan Shen's face, it was too late Knowing how many beats to ask: "Where are we going?"

The vehicle's journey was more than halfway through, so he only asked at this time, and he wasn't worried about being dragged to some strange place.

Yan Shen lowered his eyes, his slightly curled black eyelashes drooped tightly, underneath were the same invisible pupils, and the black-haired young man's face was clearly reflected in the pupils.

He paused for a while before whispering, "Go to the hospital."

Su Duan nodded.

Yan Shen clenched the hands in his palms a little more, moved his body, put his arms against Su's broken ones, felt the body temperature coming through the thin clothes, lowered his head slightly, leaned against his ear and said: "...I If you are sick, go to the doctor."

The voice was very low, with a hint of hoarse magnetism, almost whispering in Su Duan's ear.

Su Duan wanted to say that you don't have to go, just kiss me.

But the system stipulates that he cannot reveal that he is not an aborigine, so he can't say these words, so he nodded again, and asked obediently: "After seeing the doctor, will you take me home?"

Unexpectedly, the black-haired young man neither asked him what disease he had, nor which hospital he went to, but was so obsessed with "going home" and this matter, Yan Shen couldn't help retracting his arms, and beat him again and again. closer.

go home--

In this way of speaking, it seems that they have been together for a long time, only separated for a short while.

In a daze, Yan Shen actually felt that such a statement went with the flow, as if they had really spent a long time together in countless untraceable times.

Suddenly, even though he knew it was irrational to do so, the words flowed out of his mouth automatically: "Okay, I'll take you home."

……

The bustling traffic behind the car drifted away, and the environment gradually became quieter. The black Maybach finally drove into a small yard full of greenery.

It is not so much a private clinic as it is a small courtyard suitable for living.

The driver who was silent all the way finally said the second sentence since his appearance.

"Sir, here we are."

As early as when the vehicle entered the yard, the owner of the yard, the private doctor, had already come out, eager to confirm the condition of his patient.

Although he has never met this patient surnamed Yan, the doctor knows his situation quite well.

The other party's private doctor abroad is a senior who graduated from the same school as himself. Before this Mr. Yan returned to China, his case files were transferred from his senior. After studying the medical records, he found that this patient was really not Generally tricky.

Although compared with ordinary bipolar patients, Yan Shen has more rational elements at first glance, but in fact, those almost cold rationality also closed himself up, which is even more unfavorable for treatment.

According to his senior brother, this Mr. Yan has a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder and has always been very punctual. If he is late, he must have encountered a very difficult problem.

Once the rhythm of patients with obsessive-compulsive disorder is disrupted, they will have a strong boredom, and this kind of boredom may not have much impact in normal times, but when combined with a manic state, it is uncertain what it will develop into. So in the process of waiting for the arrival of the other party, he was extremely worried.

Talent has just been entrusted to him by his senior brother, so don't encounter any unmanageable situation at the first visit to the doctor.

After waiting and waiting, the man finally arrived. The black car door opened in front of him. A mature man in a silver-gray suit got out of the car. He was as tall as a clothes hanger with broad shoulders and long legs. He was exactly the same as the face in the photo. It seems that it is Mr. Yan.

but--

What's the matter with the one next to him?

Following him out of the car was a thin young man with soft black hair, who was being held by a patient he had never met in an unmistakably intimate gesture, and even the strands of his hair were cute.

Didn't it mean that this Mr. Yan is very repulsive of romantic relationships?

His eyes fell on the tightly interlocking fingers of the two, and the doctor frowned, feeling that the matter was not simple.