The president is dying every day

Today's night seemed to be slightly different, Jiang Huan couldn't tell what it was like, in a dark corner where there was no one, he touched his heart, where Ren Chuan had touched just now.

Under the palm, there is a throbbing heartbeat, and it hits vigorously.

Jiang Huan pushed open the window, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, put one in his mouth, lit it with a lighter, and exhaled a puff of smoke into the vast night.

He felt that Ren Chuan was very dangerous, even though he was just an ordinary delivery boy, he felt like he was facing an enemy.

Ren Chuan occasionally showed that kind of extremely sharp eyes, with the edge of cutting hands, so sharp that it seemed to be able to pierce people on the spot. Every time he touched his eyes, Jiang Huan always felt that he would die in three seconds. After the clock, blood spattered on the spot.

But sometimes he would catch Ren Chuan's different eyes, that kind of tenderness and affection, as if roses bloomed from the sharp blade.

Jiang Huan didn't know that the thorns of the rose had wrapped around his heart.

After smoking a cigarette, Jiang Huan went to the bathroom to wash his hands. A man wearing a mask walked out of the cubicle. Jiang Huan heard the movement and looked over. The man covered his face with a hood and left quickly.

Jiang Huan frowned, wiped off the water from his hands, and walked towards Ren Chuan's ward.

Ren Chuan has been holding back for a long time, seeing Jiang Huan coming, he waved anxiously, "Hurry up! Take me to the bathroom."

Jiang Huan picked up the infusion pole and led Ren Chuan to the toilet like walking a dog.

Under Ren Chuan's strong request, the nurse's sister tied one hand for him, and he took off his pants with the remaining hand. He was about to take off his pants when he glanced at Jiang Huan, "You avoid it."

Jiang Huan thought it was a bit funny. It's not like he hadn't seen it, but he didn't say anything. He took two steps back and turned to look at the door.

However, at this very moment, his ears keenly caught the sound of nails falling off, Jiang Huan turned his head abruptly, and the door panel behind Ren Chuan suddenly moved.

Jiang Huan rushed forward, stretched out his hand and pressed Ren Chuan's head on his chest, his fingers clasped the back of his head tightly, and with a loud "boom", the heavy door panel hit his back impartially.

This sudden change stunned Ren Chuan. What lingered on the tip of his nose was the pleasant smell of a man's skin. He clearly felt Jiang Huan's body tremble, and his voice stuck in his throat, "Jiang—"

There seemed to be something wrong with the smell in the air, except for the scent of the freshener, there was also a hint of blood mixed in.

Ren Chuan took a breath and reached out to touch Jiang Huan's back, "Are you bleeding? Where are you!"

Jiang Huan still maintained the posture of embracing him, pressing Ren Chuan's head with one hand, and propping the other on the tile. He didn't speak immediately, his eyebrows trembled, "You..."

"...you put on your pants first."

Ren Chuan: "..."

He hurriedly pulled up his trousers and pushed the door panel on Jiang Huan's back with his hands. Just as he moved, he heard Jiang Huan gasp, and he immediately became nervous, "What's wrong?"

"There are razor blades on the door panel." Jiang Huan's face showed nothing unusual except for his eyebrows frowning together, "Hold on for a while, I'll do it myself."

Ren Chuan supported the door panel, and Jiang Huan carefully moved his back away. A large area of ​​his back was already stained red with blood, exuding a strong smell of blood.

"Why is there a blade on the door..." Ren Chuan saw the art blade stuck to the door, and it was still stained with blood. Suddenly he thought of the bad rumors about the blade, and broke out in a cold sweat, "It can't be... ...the AIDS patients will take revenge on the society..."

He suddenly clenched Jiang Huan's wrist, "I..."

"Shh, don't be nervous." Jiang Huan comforted him, "It's okay."

"Go and check, go and check now." Ren Chuan dragged Jiang Huan and ran away. Before he could walk out of the door, he tripped over his infusion tube and fell to the ground with a slap.

There was severe pain in the bones, but Ren Chuan had no time to take care of it. He was already panicking, his lips were pale, and he couldn't help shaking.

"Okay, okay." Jiang Huan reached out and hugged him, stroking the top of his head once and for all, "It's okay, don't think about the worst outcome."

Ren Chuan looked at him and shouted, "What if it really is AIDS!"

Those usually sharp eyes were full of fear at this moment, like a frightened elk, its nose twitched uneasily, as if it was about to shed tears.

Jiang Huan couldn't bear the look in his eyes, sighed, and pressed Ren Chuan's head into his arms, "Okay, boy, don't cry."

It was late at night, and the CDC was closed, so Ren Chuan and Jiang Huan could only go to treat the wound first, and told the nurse that there was a possibility of HIV infection, and asked them to put on gloves.

Jiang Huan took off the blood-stained hospital gown, and his upper body was bare. He couldn't see it when he was wearing clothes. Once he took it off, he could see the thick chest and back muscles were bulging, and his skin was shiny and moist under the light. The tattoo is full of a majestic hormonal atmosphere.

Seeing the naked muscles at first glance, Ren Chuan's eyeballs seemed to have been raped, and that extremely aggressive beauty exploded deep in his mind, setting off waves of impulse.

Jiang Huan sat down on the chair. The doctor glanced at the wound on his back, put on his gloves, and said, "Stitches are needed."

The doctor took out the local anesthesia risk notification and said, "Sign it."

Jiang Huan took a look and asked, "How many stitches?"

The doctor took another look at the wound, "Thirteen or fourteen needles."

"It's okay, let's sew it up, no need for anesthesia." Jiang Huan hummed, took out the cigarette case from his trouser pocket, and glanced at the doctor, "Can't you stop smoking?"

Ren Chuan wanted to speak, "You..."

"It's okay." Jiang Huan squeezed his wrist, "Don't look here, go out and wait for me."

Ren Chuan didn't want to leave, he exhaled: "I will accompany you."

Ren Chuan's muscles trembled when the surgical needle was inserted into the flesh, as if he was the one who was injured. Jiang Huan's face didn't even change. After smoking three cigarettes, the stitches were finished.

Ren Chuan looked at the centipede-like wound and wanted to reach out to touch it, but Jiang Huan suddenly avoided it, "Don't touch it."

Jiang Huan glanced at Ren Chuan and explained in a low voice, "Don't get blood on it."

Only then did Ren Chuan know that Jiang Huan, who seemed calm and calm, was not as ignorant of AIDS as he appeared on the surface.

He held Jiang Huan's hand, interlocking his fingers, and the seams of the fingers were firmly pressed against each other. His palm was covered with cold sweat, and his heart was throbbing, "I'll accompany you."

Jiang Huan's face was pale after losing blood. He glanced at Ren Chuan, saw the corners of his mouth tightly pursed, and wanted to make him laugh, "Why, you want to sleep with me."

Ren Chuan almost blurted out, "I..."

Jiang Huan smiled and rubbed his head, "Okay, don't take it to heart, go to the CDC for an inspection tomorrow and you will know..."

Ren Chuan's ear bones turned red, and he murmured, "Accompany..."

"...to sleep with you."