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The inpatient department in the second half of the night was very quiet, and almost no sound could be heard, so the small sounds in the ward were particularly clear.

Yan Ge was sitting by the hospital bed, looking at the phone restlessly, raising his head from time to time to glance at the person lying on the bed.

Jin Siyan didn't know if he was asleep, his eyes were slightly closed, his face looked worse than usual, his brows were slightly frowned, it seemed that he was still suffering from the injection.

After receiving a call from Yuan Ye at one o'clock in the middle of the night, he said in a hurry that Jin Siyan was dying, and Yan Ge ran out of the house almost immediately and sent him to the hospital.

It's hard to settle down now, but I don't feel sleepy at all.

With a little tiredness, he gently closed his eyes, raised his hand and rubbed his brow bone, Yan Ge leaned on the back of the chair, his shoulders were stiff and a little sore.

With a low sigh, Yan Ge opened his eyes, put his mobile phone on the bedside table, and was about to pour a glass of water to moisten his throat, when he caught a glimpse of Jin Siyan's cheeks turning red from the corner of his eye.

After a slight pause, Yan Ge's eyes moved down, and slowly fell on the same sickly crimson lips.

In fact, when Jin Siyan was asleep, he looked more serious and indifferent than usual, his lips were straightened, his brows were furrowed, and his slightly thin cheeks looked more sharp and sharp, adding a bit of ruthlessness and sophistication.

Looking at that face, Yan Ge sighed quietly.

Obviously, it wasn't like this when I was a teenager.

The 16-year-old Jin Siyan is more flamboyant and eye-catching than he is now, with deep and handsome eyebrows and a straight nose. Just standing there, he is dignified and tall, and can easily attract countless eyes.

But as soon as he spoke, his nature was revealed at a glance.

Smiling helplessly, Yan Ge's eyes changed slightly, and he pursed his lips lightly.

The appearance has grown into a more calm and introverted appearance, but the temperament has not changed at all.

Looking down, his eyes fell on Jin Siyan's eyelashes that trembled subconsciously with his breathing, Yan Ge held his breath, and quietly stretched out his hand.

The moment his fingertips touched the tip of the man's nose, Yan Ge's heart skipped a beat, and he flexed his fingers a little shyly, his whole arm felt a faint tingling pain.

Hanging in the air for a while, just about to take back his hand, the person on the bed suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his wrist.

"Not dead yet." Jin Siyan raised his eyes slightly, and tried to open them to look at him, with a low and hoarse voice, "Don't worry."

The hand attached to the wrist was a little hot due to the high heat, Yan Ge was startled by the sudden temperature, his voice was choked in his throat, almost choking.

Thinking of what he was doing just now, Yan Ge's forehead twitched, feeling a little uncomfortable for a moment.

Gently twisting his wrist, he released his hand from Jin Siyan's palm. Yan Ge turned his face away to pour water, and coughed lightly, "I see something wrong with your face, do you have a fever?"

The boiled water from an hour ago was already cold, and he poured it down his throat without swallowing. Yan Ge shivered hard, and the temperature on his face dropped a little.

"It seems a little." Jin Siyan was obviously still a little unconscious, raised his hand to touch his face and neck, and frowned irritably, "It's so hot."

"It's best not to..." Yan Ge stretched out his hand, pressed it on the back of Jin Siyan's hand, and stopped him first, "lift the quilt."

Looking around on the bedside table, Yan Ge took out two antipyretics, "The doctor just said that you might have a fever in the middle of the night, just take some medicine and you'll be fine."

Jin Siyan didn't let him help him, but he struggled to get up, leaned on the pillow and took medicine, drank a little cold water to reduce the burning heat in his chest and abdomen, which made him feel better, "What time is it?"

Yan Ge carefully helped him pack up the medicine box, glanced at the phone, "A quarter past three."

"What were you doing just now?" Jin Siyan asked.

With a pause on his wrist, Yan Ge looked up at him, almost thinking that Jin Siyan was talking about what he had just reached out to touch his face, but then he heard the man add lazily, "Wouldn't it be boring to keep playing with your phone?"

"...Oh." Yan Ge breathed a sigh of relief, shrugged indifferently, "It's okay, there's nothing else to do anyway."

"No work tomorrow?"

"No."

"Ah."

Jin Siyan's voice was already good, but after catching a cold, it became much lower, with a slightly hoarse feeling, and even a little nasal when sleepy.

Yan Ge packed up the things on the table and sat on the chair next to the bed.

For a while, the ward became quiet again, the sky outside gradually darkened, covering the moonlight, leaving only a dim night light on in the room.

"If you're sleepy," Jin Siyan suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Yan Ge dimly, "you can sleep on your stomach for a while."

Yan Ge lowered his head and saw Jin Siyan gently patted the bed in front of him with his injection hand outside.

"Okay." Yan Ge agreed.

In fact, he was not sleepy at all, and there was no other bed in the ward, so it would not be comfortable to sleep on.

After taking the medicine for a while, Jin Siyan's complexion gradually returned to normal. Yan Ge stretched out his hand and touched his forehead. He felt that the fever had almost subsided, so he felt a little relieved.

Stretching his waist and moving his arms and shoulders, Yan Ge took a deep breath and looked down at Jin Siyan's hand.

With the needle inserted, the veins on the back of the hand could still be seen, Yan Ge hesitated for a moment, then moved the chair, found a place where his hands would not be touched, slumped down, planning to take a nap before dawn.

I thought that I would not feel sleepy, and I would wake up soon after taking a rest, but who knew that I would sleep for five hours, and when I opened my eyes again, the windows of the ward were filled with sunlight.

There is a hand in front of him.

Yan Ge was startled, straightened up, and saw Jin Siyan who was leaning on the pillow and looking at him at a glance.

With a light shoulder, a coat slid to the ground following the movement of getting up.

Yan Ge lowered his head and saw Jin Siyan's clothes on the ground.

Speechless.

"I built it for you." Jin Siyan stared at him for a while, and then spoke first, "If you want to know."

"...Thank you." Yan Ge remembered something, raised his hand and touched his face, "You just...?"

"I was looking at your face just now," Jin Siyan said, then raised his hand again, stretched out his fingers to pinch Yan Ge's jaw, turned it slightly, looked around, and landed on Yan Ge's right earlobe with his fingertips, "You have a A mole."

Small and dark in color, it looked like he was wearing ear studs. Jin Siyan watched him all morning, and then stretched out his hand to touch it to find out that it was not ear studs.

"Hereditary."

Yan Ge was a little uncomfortable being stared at by him, tilted his head slightly, and broke free from Jin Siyan's fingers.

"Genetic father or mother?" Jin Siyan leaned on the soft pillow and asked with interest.

Yan Ge opened his mouth, and after a while, he answered, "Father."

"Very good." Jin Siyan nodded, no emotion could be seen on his face, but his tone was very polite, "Very beautiful."

"Thank you."

"Ah."

……

For a while no one spoke.

Yan Ge clenched his fists uncomfortably, leaned over hurriedly, picked up the clothes on the ground and returned them to him, seeing that it was getting late, he was about to get up and leave, but when he turned around, he found that they were not the only ones in the ward at this time Two people.

Behind him, a strange man in a suit and leather shoes was sitting.

With arms folded, eyes raised slightly, staring at him without saying a word.

Yan Ge froze for a moment, the clothes that he had not had time to put down slipped down his fingers and fell into Jin Siyan's hands.

look up,

Behind the man in the suit, there were three or four burly men who looked not to be trifled with,

Yan Ge only felt that his throat was a bit astringent, and he couldn't speak or swallow.

what battle...

"Mr. Yan, breakfast?"

A familiar voice broke the stalemate and embarrassing confrontation, Yan Ge turned his head and saw Lin Xin walking in from the door.

Lin Xin glanced at the strange scene in the ward, but didn't respond. She seemed to have gotten used to it a long time ago. She raised the paper bag in Yan Ge's hand and walked straight to Jin Siyan's bed.

Moving over the bed table, Lin Xin didn't speak anymore, took out all the breakfast in the paper bag, and put it in front of Jin Siyan.

"I don't need it, thank you." Yan Ge waved his hand, rejecting Lin Xin's symbolic kindness.

Lin Xin nodded to show that she understood, and instead of continuing to be polite, she lowered her head to take a spoon for Jin Siyan.

"Did you do it?" Jin Si stretched his hand to clamp the spoon that Lin Xin handed over, full of resistance.

Lin Xin didn't speak, just stretched his coat, walked around the hospital bed calmly, and walked behind the man in the suit.

The two sides confront each other, and the division is very clear.

Only Yan Ge was left at a loss.

Who did it?

What are you doing?

It's all in Chinese, why can't I understand it.

Perhaps because he saw the four big characters "I don't understand" written on his face, Jin Siyan glanced at Yan Ge, pointed to the man in a suit who was sitting on the top of his face, and said, "My brother."

Yan Ge paused for a moment, then realized immediately, turned sideways to face the man in the suit, and nodded politely, "Hello, I am..."

The man in the suit raised his hand, stopped his words, glanced at Yan Ge, and said slowly, "I know—"

"Let him finish talking!"

Jin Siyan suddenly spoke out, his tone was unhappy, and his face became more and more ugly.

Yan Ge glanced at him, and stood up a little uncomfortably.

This was the first time he saw Jin Siyan's expression. There was no smile in his eyes, the corners of his lips were pressed, and his brows were furrowed. It was completely different from what he usually looked like, obviously he was really angry.

"Say it, finish it," Jin Siyan raised his chin towards Yan Ge, "Who are you, you finish it. Let him get used to it, don't interrupt when others are talking, don't you know the basic etiquette?"

"It's all right." Yan Ge saw Jin Siyan's tone getting higher and higher, so he lowered his voice to comfort him, glanced at the calm man, and nodded slightly, "I'm Yan Ge."

"I know." The man raised his eyebrows, and sat securely on the chair with his arms folded, his tone was light, as if he didn't take people seriously.

"The surname is Jin!"

A roar resounded throughout the ward, making Yan Ge tremble with fright.

The man closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and after a while, he seemed to compromise. He stood up from the chair, looked at Yan Ge face to face, and stretched out his hand, "Hello, I'm Jin Zhi'an."

Looking at the palm in front of him, the ring finger and middle finger are wearing expensive rings, and the watch that is worth a lot of money at first glance, Yan Ge inevitably has a subtle feeling in his heart: they are brothers, but their styles are really very different.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Jin Siyan looked a little better after watching Jin Zhian show his respect and kindness.

"So," Jin Siyan raised his head and looked around at the people around him, "Aren't you going to admit who put things on him?"

Pointing at Yan Ge.

The person who was mentioned was taken aback for a while, and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"What, what?"

Jin Siyan looked at him, raised his hand for a while, pulled Yan Ge's clothes, and pulled the man in front of him, put his fingers into the side pocket of his trousers, and took out an object the size of a fingernail.

"What is this?" Yan Ge was at a loss.

Jin Siyan squeezed something, exerted a little force, and released it with a gloomy expression when he heard a click, and explained concisely, "A bug."