withered lover

Du Zhinian finished cleaning the room, changed out of his cold clothes, and returned to the bedroom.

Shen Guiwan was still sleeping on the bed, and the blanket covering his shoulders slipped off at some point.

Du Zhinian helped him pull the blanket up to his shoulders, covering the bruise with blood spots on the protruding joint.

Shen Guiwan's worst injury was on his back, with lacerations and bruises, even with gauze wrapped, mottled scars could still be seen on his back.

In order to avoid pressure on the wound, he could only sleep on his stomach, but in this position, his chest was pressed and his breathing was very uncomfortable.

Shen Guiwan didn't sleep well, and woke up several times during the night. Du Zhinian kept watch all night, but couldn't sleep well.

The drowsiness induced by alcohol lingered on Du Zhinian, and in the second half of the night he couldn't hold it any longer, so he fell asleep sitting on the carpet beside the bed and leaning against the bedside table.

He fell asleep intermittently for more than ten minutes, and in a daze he heard the rustling sound coming from beside him, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Shen Guiwan, who was supposed to be lying on his side, turning over.

Shen Guiwan's bandaged palm flashed past his eyes, scaring Du Zhinian soberly.

He got up quickly and supported Shen Guiwan's shoulders that were about to hit the bed, Shen Guiwan struggled uncomfortably a few times, and soon became silent again.

Du Zhinian lightly supported Shen Guiwan to lie on his side, sighed at the unconscious Shen Guiwan, and went to the kitchen to make coffee resignedly.

He sat in front of Shen Guiwan with his cup in his arms, put one hand on Shen Guiwan's shoulder, and took a sip of the coffee.

The bitter liquid exuding a light citrus fragrance slid into his stomach, and the caffeine collided with the alcohol left in his body. The fierce battle made Du Zhinian feel stuffy.

No matter how strong the aroma of coffee is, it can't cover up the bloody smell on Shen Guiwan's body.

It turned out that my motive for doing Yu Minggu's aftermath was only to take the opportunity to trip Du Hengyu, in order to get rid of control in the future, he only thought about himself, so even if he saw the nasty things Yu Minggu did to Lu Xing with his own eyes, he could only treat it as the other party's fault housework.

He didn't know Lu Xingsu well, and he never felt guilty about being an indifferent bystander.

But when the injured person was replaced by Shen Guiwan, Du Zhinian didn't think so anymore.

Shen Guiwan's injuries were a hundred times more serious than what Du Zhinian had seen on Lu Xing's body, that woman could still explain it by being unkind, but Shen Guiwan could not.

It was his father who hurt him like this, a nightmare that cannot be escaped by blood.

Shen Guiwan was his close lover, seeing him being beaten to the point of being bruised all over by Shen Lu, Du Zhinian could no longer be that spectator who had nothing to do with him.

But besides stitching up Shen Guiwan's wound and hiding him in the apartment, there seemed to be nothing he could do.

Household affairs are fucking family affairs, there is no room for outsiders to intervene.

Du Zhinian gritted his back molars vigorously, and the coffee in his cup made waves.

Du Zhinian lasted ten hours with that cup of coffee, and when he dozed off for the second time, Shen Guiwan started to have a fever again.

He didn't know how long he had been in the rain, and his injured body was soaked in the icy rain. Even though Du Zhinian had carefully disinfected the wound, the sutured wound still showed signs of slight inflammation.

The skin and flesh sewn together by thin black threads were red and swollen, and the wound near the joint even burst open for a short period of time, and the torn gap continued to ooze blood.

Shen Guiwan huddled into a ball, lying on the bed and moaning softly, rubbing his injured right hand on the bed.

Du Zhinian lay on Shen Guiwan's back, picked off the sutures, carefully treated the wound before re-sewing it up.

After he finished stitching up the wound, he helped Shen Guiwan to get up and take the medicine. When the capsule was stuffed into his mouth, the burnt man grunted a few times in pain, and swallowed obediently.

But Shen Guiwan's throat was so hot that it was smoldering, and it was difficult to swallow. The capsule got stuck in his throat. When Du Zhinian realized something was wrong and pulled it out, the shell of the capsule, wrinkled by saliva, had broken a piece of it. Small mouth.

Shen Guiwan, who had his throat picked, retched a few times, Du Zhinian threw the capsule into the trash can, and squatted on the ground with a headache.

Shen Guiwan couldn't take any medicine, so Du Zhinian could only go downstairs to buy antipyretic and anti-inflammatory suppositories.

Shen Guiwan kicked his legs unbearably when inserting the suppository, and it took Du Zhinian a long time to insert it completely.

He sat on the edge of the bed panting with his head propped up, his sweat-soaked clothes sticking to his body.

After the fever and embolism were over, Shen Guiwan struggled to sit up again, and kept pushing into Du Zhinian's arms.

He rubbed against Du Zhinian's neck in a daze, and the temperature of his forehead pressed behind his ear was so hot that Du Zhinian was startled.

Du Zhinian gently rubbed Shen Guiwan's head, following the soft hair on the back of his head, a hot wind suddenly blew by his ears.

Shen Guiwan whispered something beside his ear, his voice was so hoarse that before Du Zhinian could hear it clearly, Shen Guiwan in his arms suddenly grabbed his collar, leaned on his shoulder and coughed.

He coughed like he was about to cough up his lungs. Du Zhinian wanted to pat him on the back, but just as he raised his hand, he touched the corner of the gauze.

Du Zhinian put down his stiffly hanging hand in the air, and caressed Shen Guiwan's hot lower back.

Shen Guiwan's condition was very bad, Du Zhinian knew that he should take him to the hospital, but he was afraid that he would accidentally pull Shen Guiwan's wound on the way to the hospital, which would only increase the pain.

What's more, Shen Guiwan was injured so badly, and the wound had to be stitched again, Du Zhinian didn't know what kind of excuse he could find to prevaricate his colleagues.

The identity of a doctor is too sensitive, and he is always watched by Du Hengyu's eyeliner. He can't do whatever he wants like Shen Lu, and any mistake in his body may be magnified.

These things are always helpless, he has no choice but to take care of himself.

Du Zhinian stayed up for two nights, his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, when he could hardly hold on anymore, Shen Guiwan, who had a persistent high fever, subsided.

His body temperature returned to the normal range, he stopped moaning intermittently, his frowning brows relaxed, and there was a trace of blood on his face.

Du Zhinian touched Shen Guiwan's normal temperature forehead, then removed the gauze to check his wound.

Dried blood clots stuck to the sutured place, which looked hideous, but there was no further bleeding or inflammation, and the stitches could be removed after another week of feeding.

Du Zhinian rewrapped the gauze, sat on the carpet and let out a long sigh of relief.

Before meeting Shen Guiwan, his worst weekend was nothing more than quarreling and breaking up with his ex. He never thought that a good rest day would be so miserable and embarrassing.

Now that Shen Guiwan's fever has subsided, he can finally take a little rest.

Du Zhinian leaned against the edge of the bed exhaustedly, holding Shen Guiwan's uninjured left wrist, his slack body could no longer support it, and fell asleep drowsily.

Shen Guiwan had a dream that was grotesque and incomparably real.

He dreamed that his mother was standing on the reef by the sea, looking up at the burning red sunset in the distance.

The setting sun dyed the sky into a magnificent color. She stopped and looked up for a long time, and smiled at the sunset. The warm sunlight fell on her face, blurring her haggard face and erasing fine lines.

"Mother!" Shen Guiwan shouted loudly and ran towards the rock.

He kept running, but he kept standing still, unable to get close to her.

Shen Guiwan didn't know how long he ran, his chest heaved up and down as he was breathing heavily, and there was a faint smell of blood in his mouth.

The mother on the reef seemed to be aware of his presence, and slowly turned her head.

Her lips opened and closed, she looked at Shen Guiwan with tears in her eyes, the calm sea behind her suddenly rolled up a raging wave, rushing towards her.

The waves were smashed into fine foam by the reef, and my mother was submerged in the hustle and bustle of the waves, and her sigh-like voice came from the bitter sea wind.

"Wanwan, don't come back..."

The scene in front of Shen Guiwan's eyes was spinning, and the beach under his feet was constantly collapsing. He fell on the cold and hard ground, and there was a tearing pain in his back.

"You son of a bitch, you're as virtuous as your stinky and shameless mother!"

The unbearable insults and the muffled sounds of being hit with long sticks followed one after another, interrupted by the sound of glass shattering, and a thick bloody mist rose in Shen Guiwan's vision.

When the scarlet color faded from the pain, what appeared before Shen Guiwan was no longer the mother curled up on the ground pleading in his memory, but Shen Lu with a face full of fear.

Shen Lu sat slumped on the ground with his head covered, blood spilled between his fingers, his body hollowed out by tobacco and alcohol trembled, his bloodshot and red eyes reflected in his eyes that were once full of shrewd calculations.

"Do you think I dare not fight back?" Shen Guiwan raised his right hand and walked towards Shen Lu who was lying on the ground.

He held a half-broken ashtray in his hand, sharp shards of glass pierced his palm, and bright red liquid dripped down the ashtray onto the tiles in the living room.

The fragments of the ashtray on the floor were stained with blood, but it wasn't his.

"Shen Lu, you'd better remember to lock the door in the middle of the night, don't let me catch the opportunity, or it won't be as simple as smashing your head!"

Shen Guiwan squatted in front of Shen Lu, the sharp gap of glass shards pressed against the other's face, cutting open the trembling fat.

The overflowing blood flowed through the incomplete curvature of the ashtray, and dripped onto the well-made suit jacket. The sticky red color made Shen Guiwan feel sick in his stomach.

Looking at the embarrassed Shen Lu, he sneered and pushed down the glass shards in his hand.

"Anyway, my life has been ruined by you, at worst, I'll kill you first before going to accompany my mother—"

As soon as Shen Guiwan finished speaking, the scene in front of him became distorted again.

The lingering sound of the sharply shifted threat has not yet dissipated, and Shen Lu's frightened and ferocious face is plunged into a vortex, into an unfathomable black hole.

A burst of dense and noisy noise resounded in Shen Guiwan's mind, and then dispersed in the continuous sound of rain.

He opened his eyes, the blurred and overlapping vision focused on the retina little by little, and the figure in front of him gradually became clear.

Du Zhinian fell asleep lying on his side. He looked very tired, his eyes were black and blue, but the hand leaning on the edge of the bed kept holding his uninjured left hand.

Shen Guiwan moved his wrist, trying to pull his hand out, but the slight movement woke up Du Zhinian.

Du Zhinian raised his head, before he opened his eyes, he asked first, "Are you awake?"