Defeat magic with science

Zhou Yan tore his clothes into long strips and tied Luo Futu's wound near the heart to stop the bleeding, then ran with Luo Futu on his back to a populated place.He didn't dare to stop at all, for fear that the person behind him would die if he was delayed for a second.

Luo Futu's injury looked too serious.

This road that has been traveled many times is extremely long today, and Zhou Yan doesn't know how he got to the town.It was already evening at that time, Luo Futu's breathing became weaker and weaker, and they finally found a place to stay.

"Open the room. Please help me prepare a large bucket of hot water, as well as clean gauze and hemostatic medicine. Hurry up!"

Zhou Yan put two gold coins on the counter, and the shop owner's small eyes lit up immediately, and hurriedly asked the waiter to take Zhou Yan back to the room.He saw that Zhou Yan was carrying a bulging black ball on his back, it should be a person, but he wisely didn't ask, because there are too many people on the road with secrets now, he only cares about making money, it's better not to ask more about the guests.

When the waiter went to deliver things to Zhou Yan, he also specially instructed: "Come out as soon as you deliver something, don't look around, you can't afford to offend the distinguished guests."

——For such a rich person, he still wants him to stay here for a few more days.

So the waiter delivered the things to their room and left without even looking at them.Zhou Yan hastily locked the door, and then took off Luo Futu's clothes.Four claw marks were scratched on his invulnerable black robe, but the blood on the wound seemed to have stopped. Zhou Yan poured a large bottle of hemostatic powder on it when he was helping him with preliminary hemostasis measures. This hemostatic powder is from Miyun. The special formula of the star military really works quickly.

——Fortunately, the medicine works, otherwise he would have to use needles and thread to sew it up for him.

Zhou Yan only used a towel dipped in hot water to help Luo Futu clean the blood stains around the wound, not daring to move the rest.Now that the hemostatic powder is working, don't mess around anymore. If the wound bursts, the consequences will be serious.That hemostatic powder is not a magic medicine, but luckily, it didn't hurt his blood vessels, and Luo Futu's physical fitness is better...

The healer is still patient.

When Zhou Yan wiped his face with a hot towel, he suddenly had such an idea for some reason, and was stunned by his own thoughts for a moment.They saved his life, he actually thinks like this...

And now is not the time to relax vigilance. I don't know if Luo Futu suffered internal injuries. He was thrown into the tree by that Lu Lian, and he vomited blood. Something might happen to his internal organs.This is what Zhou Yan is most afraid of. In case of internal bleeding, the current medical conditions cannot save him, and all his surgical tools are at home. What will he do then?

Zhou Yan stretched out his hand and slowly pressed down on Luo Futu's chest and abdomen, wanting to do a preliminary examination for him.

"Um……"

When the ribs were pressed, Luo Futu who was lying on the bed suddenly groaned. Zhou Yan hurriedly lowered his head to look at him. Luo Futu frowned in pain, and then slowly opened his eyes.Zhou Yan did not relax, but became more and more nervous. He gently pressed his ribs and asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

Luo Futu's complexion looked very bad, as pale as rice paper, when he heard Zhou Yan's question, he only raised his eyes to look at him, but didn't respond.Zhou Yan became a little anxious, and asked again: "Luo Futu, can you hear my voice? Does it hurt here?"

Luo Futu panted softly, staring at Zhou Yan's face with his eyes open, then he opened and closed his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't make any sound, Zhou Yan hurriedly lowered his head and put his ear close to his lips: " What did you say?"

"Bah"

Zhou Yan was stunned suddenly - he didn't wait for Luo Futu to say anything, but was kissed on the face by him, which made him a little confused.The latter let out a triumphant chuckle: "I said, it doesn't hurt."

"..." This bastard.

Zhou Yan raised his head abruptly, and said angrily: "What time is it! Can you be more serious!"

——Judging from his voice, it seems that he cannot die.

Luo Futu stared at him, his chest heaved slightly, and his expression couldn't be fooled, in short, he didn't look like a normal person.But he himself didn't care too much, he just stared at Zhou Yan and raised the corners of his lips: "Are you worried that I will die?"

"I'm half the reason for your injury. I'm afraid that if you die, this crime will be blamed on me in the end."

Luo Futu raised his eyebrows at him: "I almost forgot that you are already a devout Buddhist. Don't worry, even if I die, I won't speak ill of you in front of the Buddha."

Zhou Yan almost wanted to roll his eyes: "Don't carry coffee for yourself, can you see the Buddha?"

Luo Futu looked at him and smiled, as if he didn't have the energy to argue with him, and Zhou Yan also fell silent—he was as experienced as a seriously injured patient.Zhou Yan then changed a towel, washed it in hot water again, and stuffed it into Luo Futu's hands: "Wipe your hands yourself."

Luo Futu only held the towel with his hands open, and didn't move: "I can't move my left hand now."

Zhou Yan suddenly became nervous, he touched his arm lightly, frowned and said, "Could it be that you hurt your bones?"

Luo Futu shook his head: "It's just a pain, it's fine when the wound heals."

Zhou Yan didn't examine him, and it was hard to draw conclusions, so he picked up a towel to help him wipe his hands.Luo Futu didn't speak the whole time, but his eyes were fixed on Zhou Yan. The two lines of sight became variable lines sticking to his body, only changing in length, and the two ends didn't move.In normal times, Zhou Yan would have scolded people a long time ago, but he didn't say anything today, just pretending he didn't see it.

It's just that he stared at it for a long time, and Zhou Yan always felt that he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it, which was very awkward.So I couldn't help but said: "Aren't you tired? If you are tired, close your eyes and rest."

He was helping Luo Futu tie a bandage, Luo Futu couldn't move, only Zhou Yan could move, Zhou Yan almost stuck to him when he wrapped his shoulders.

Luo Futu looked at him and said with a smile, "I'm not tired, I'm hungry."

Zhou Yan tied the bandage: "I asked the kitchen to stew chicken soup, it should be almost ready, I'll go and have a look."

Zhou Yan was about to get up, but was pulled back by Luo Futu: "No, I'm so weak now, you have to watch me, what if I die if you go away."

"..."

Zhou Yan looked at him speechlessly: "But aren't you hungry?"

—and he doesn't look like he's too weak to die at any moment.

Luo Futu raised his chin slightly: "Let the people in the store serve it."

Zhou Yan sighed deeply, got up and walked to the door, and shouted outside: "Bring me the chicken soup!"

Immediately came a sentence from below: "Come here! Come here!"

Zhou Yan twitched the corners of his mouth - he has never done such an inelegant thing in his age, it's too shameful!

But who let others get hurt, the hurt people have privileges...

And this point, Luo Futu obviously also discovered.He also found that if Zhou Yan wanted to, he would really take care of people in every possible way—much better than when he first fell into his house.

"Rinse your mouth before eating. You vomited blood before, didn't your mouth feel uncomfortable?"

Zhou Yan asked Luo Futu to sit on the head of the bed leaning on the pillow, saw him drink water, and whispered: "Just spit out of this basin."

Zhou Yan was also worried that Luo Futu's self-esteem was so strong that he might feel embarrassed if he was taken care of by others. He forgot for a moment that when he couldn't move his legs and feet, he was the one who helped him to go to the toilet.

Luo Futu took a sip of the chicken soup that Zhou Yan fed, and stared at him as he swallowed it. He didn't know what he was thinking, but his expression didn't look like he was drinking chicken soup at all.Zhou Yan didn't notice that he was skimming the oil slick on the chicken soup, and then slowly blew it a few times before sending it to his mouth.

The atmosphere was too gentle, Luo Futu suddenly felt that somewhere in his heart was slowly collapsing, he stared at Zhou Yan for a long time, and said casually: "I want to eat meat."

Zhou Yan looked at him suspiciously - this guy... has such a good appetite, he doesn't look like a patient at all.

However, he still picked up a chicken leg and handed it to Luo Futu's mouth: "Open your mouth."

Luo Futu didn't open his mouth, just looked at him innocently: "I can't eat, you help me chew."

"..."

Zhou Yan's hand holding the chicken leg trembled slightly. At this moment, he finally understood that this bastard was trying to take advantage of him.

"I warn you, don't go too far... Eating food for others to chew, isn't it disgusting!"

Luo Futu looked at him with a smile: "Of course it's disgusting when others chew it, but it's not disgusting if you chew it."

"I'm sick!"

Zhou Yan suddenly put the bowl on the table: "If you don't eat, you will fall down! You will starve to death!"

Luo Futu looked helplessly at the bowl he dropped on the table, and secretly curled his lips——well... I played too much and pissed him off.Alas, he was so complacent for a moment that he forgot that Zhou Yan was also a flammable and explosive dangerous product. It was already good enough to let him feed himself. Why did he ask for so much? Now he doesn't even have to drink chicken soup.

Luo Futu was regretting silently, but saw Zhou Yan suddenly picked up the chicken leg in the bowl and took a bite, then pinched his chin violently, leaned over and fed the chicken into his mouth.All this happened too quickly, when Luo Futu realized, Zhou Yan had already frowned and backed away, as if he was not the one feeding the food just now.

While chewing the chicken leg in his mouth, Luo Futu stared at him in amazement, not paying attention when he swallowed that piece of meat.

"More."

Zhou Yan narrowed his eyes: "Don't you know what is enough is enough?"

Luo Futu saw that he was showing signs of getting angry, so he was silent for a while, and stretched out a finger to Zhou Yan: "One last time, I promise."

"..."

Zhou Yan stared at him for a long time, let out a heavy breath, then tore a piece of meat off the chicken leg, pinched his chin again and fed it.Luo Futu's uninjured right hand suddenly hugged his waist, pulled Zhou Yan over forcefully, and stuck it in his arms, while taking the food from his mouth, it also wrapped around the tip of his tongue.He pressed the back of Zhou Yan's head hard, and swirled his tongue vigorously in his mouth. It was different from the previous few times, and it was different from simply taking advantage, but this time he put more emotions in it.

Just really want to kiss him.

Zhou Yan was confused by Luo Futu. He wanted to push him away at first, but after realizing his intention, he was a little confused. He subconsciously grabbed his arm, pushed his tongue against him twice, and couldn't tell the difference. Either resist or respond.Naturally, Luo Futu would not let go of this opportunity. He pressed the back of Zhou Yan's head and kissed him deeper and deeper. He actually felt that this scene was somewhat familiar. He seemed to have kissed him before...

The two of them were becoming more and more confused, when suddenly there was a loud cheering sound outside the window, mixed with the sound of percussion instruments, which brought Zhou Yan back to his senses. He opened his eyes suddenly, and escaped from Luo Futu's arms. Looking at Luo Futu, his chest heaved rapidly, and the latter also looked blank, as if he was still deeply trapped in the atmosphere of that kiss and hadn't woken up.

Zhou Yan wiped his lips vigorously, and swallowed the messy panting in his mouth: "I'll go out and have a look."

"Hey……!"

Luo Futu wanted to stop him, but Zhou Yan had already run away, leaving only half of the door unclosed in time.Luo Futu stared at the door and frowned tightly—fortunately, he was still in the mood to watch the excitement at this time. Is it that important to watch the excitement?