Today I scare non-humans again [Unlimited]

"Doctor Jiang—"

Jiang Heng opened his eyes abruptly, and the dazzling bright lights shone into his eyes, making his eyes blurred.

He was hugged around the waist.

A halo covered the man's sharp facial contours, and his dark eyes sank into the shadows cut by the brow bone and the bridge of the nose, deeply reflecting the soft and light light.

Jiang Heng saw himself half-closed his eyes inside.

"Haven't you eaten breakfast again?" The man's deep voice was so close that Jiang Heng could hear his trembling breathing.

Jiang Heng's clear eyes flickered, and he called out in a daze: "Gu——" Jin Yan.

He was a little tired, and his soft voice fell weakly when he couldn't say the last two words.

The man didn't hear the last two words, he only heard Jiang Heng call him "Gu".

"Are you finally willing to call me by my name?" Gu Leng's brows and eyes softened, revealing the most obvious surprise.

"Huh?" Jiang Heng muttered in confusion, his soft nasal voice scratched like a kitten's paw.

Jiang Heng stood up straight, and Gu naturally let go of the hand holding his waist.

Gu looked relieved: "You never called me 'Gu' before."

"Really?" Jiang Heng tilted his head, looking a little more sober, "Then I'll call you by your name now?"

He shook his head, always feeling that the scene in front of him was like a layer of veil, and he was dizzy and couldn't see clearly.

And why did he want to call Gu "Gu Jinyan" just now?

"Are you going to see a doctor today?" Gu smiled, returning to his usual stern look.

Jiang Heng tightened his grip on the notebook in his hand, looking down at the crisp white coat on his body.

I always feel a strange sense of disobedience, is he also a doctor?

Jiang Heng failed to catch the flashing intuition, and answered Gu from memory: "Go, there are more and more patients recently, Dr. Chao and the others are a bit busy."

"Don't make yourself a sick person. No matter how busy you are, you still have to eat breakfast." Gu Chen said in a low voice, the hand behind his back moved slightly, squeezing nervously.

Jiang Heng noticed his unnatural subtle behavior, and asked curiously: "I will remember it tomorrow, do you still want to say something to me?"

Gu Qing coughed, relieved his tension, and took out a red rose from behind a little awkwardly.

The petals that are layered and gradually opened are extremely delicate, and the morning dew on them is shining with crystal light.

Jiang Heng took the beautiful red rose with bright eyes, and his black eyes curved into crescents: "Thank you."

"The flowers are very beautiful." Jiang Heng gently fiddled with the delicate petals and squeezed out the dimples, "Have you gone out to pick flowers secretly again?"

Gu Bie opened his eyes, his ears were slightly red: "Hmm..."

Jiang Heng smiled softly: "It's a good thing it's a wild rose, otherwise there might be a gardener chasing you."

Gu kept silent, just staring at Jiang Heng's white fingertips holding Qiangwei.

The warm red rose made his fingertips more white and round, and Gu's eyes sank slightly.

"There are a lot of new patients these days, try not to leave the ward, otherwise if you bump into a new patient, you may suffer." Jiang Heng neatly put the fresh red rose in his chest pocket.

Jiang Heng raised his face, and reminded solemnly: "These new patients are a bit crazy, they are not as clear-headed as you, so try to avoid them if you can."

"Understand?"

When Jiang Heng raised his head, Gu's mind was attracted by the straight and tight lines of his jaw and neck, and he absent-mindedly responded, all he wanted to do was to kiss Jiang Heng's small Adam's apple.

Jiang Heng keenly saw that Gu was distracted, and flattened the corners of his lips in displeasure, pulling Gu's collar and pressing down.

"Sick patients should obediently listen to the doctor, you know?" Jiang Heng moved his face closer to Gu's forehead.

Gu Teng's ears turned red all at once, he stared blankly at Jiang Heng's fluttering and thick eyelashes, and couldn't help but feel dizzy for a while.

A big man rarely showed panic, his thin lips were pursed white, and he almost held his breath.

Jiang Heng felt the temperature of Wan Gu's forehead, loosened his collar, and cared for him to soothe him.

"There should be no problem with the new medicine. There is no fever today." Jiang Heng took out a black pen and wrote and scratched in the notebook to record Gu's clinical manifestations.

Gu looked down at Jiang Heng's meticulous white coat, and his eyes wandered on the rigorous collar, feeling a little unwilling.

Jiang Heng finished recording, put away the pen, turned around and wanted to leave the ward.

Gu grabbed him.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Heng stopped, turned around and asked, the dimples on his face were misleading again.

Gu pulled Jiang Heng's wrist and lowered his head: "I'm a little scared."

"I'm afraid he hasn't left and is still hiding in a corner."

Jiang Heng's heart softened, and he comforted in a gentle voice: "Don't be afraid, he has already left, and you have maintained a high degree of sanity for so many days, haven't you?"

"Doctor Jiang." Someone knocked on the door.

"There is not enough manpower, please come and help me."

Jiang Heng tilted his head and responded, "Okay."

"I have to go." Jiang Heng shook his hand, and even the hand that Gu held on his wrist shook along with him.

Gu slowly let go.

……

"Little Heng!"

Jiang Heng held his painful head with his hands, frowned uncomfortably, and managed to wake up: "Yan Hua?"

He looked at the shadowy silhouette in front of his eyes, blinked vigorously, and finally could see people clearly.

"It's me." Gu Jinyan replied.

Jiang Heng glanced at the unconscious people beside him: "The bell stopped? What happened to them?"

Gu Jinyan supported Jiang Heng to stand up straight, and then let go of his hand with a little regret: "Stop, stop after it knocks you all unconscious."

Jiang Heng breathed a sigh of relief, the pain exploding in his head finally subsided, and what followed was the blurred memory just now.

"Are they still unconscious?" Jiang Heng looked at the players lying on the ground without moving.

Gu Jinyan said: "Deeply comatose, I can't wake up no matter how much I scream."

Jiang Heng got out of the solo guard, walked to the group of "lying corpses", squatted down, and observed.

"There are traces of movement in their eyeballs, they should be dreaming." Jiang Heng glanced around.

After hearing this, Gu Jinyan pondered, "Dreaming? You seemed to be dreaming just now."

Jiang Heng was taken aback: "Am I dreaming?" He subconsciously touched the fabric on his chest, as if he was looking for something that should have been placed there.

He looked around and his eyes fell on the bouquet of red roses in the vase by the bed.

There should be a red rose in his breast pocket.

That red rose was beautiful, as pretty as this bouquet of red roses.

Jiang Heng unconsciously walked towards the bouquet of red roses.

The red rose bloomed gorgeously, staying quietly in the vase, exactly the same as when he first saw it.

"Very beautiful flowers." Gu Jinyan followed behind Jiang Heng, and her eyes couldn't help but fall on the bouquet of flowers.

He skillfully stepped forward and folded one, then turned around and handed it to Jiang Heng.

Jiang Heng stared blankly at the flowers handed to him.

Yes, someone folded that red rose for him too.

But... who is it?

Jiang Heng took the flower and was about to thank Gu Jinyan, but found that the red rose in his hand didn't feel right.

It looks like paper fake flowers.

Jiang Heng lowered his head and looked at the flower in his hand, and as expected, he changed.

The genuine red roses have turned into paper flowers folded out of layers of paper. Although they are still exquisite and beautiful, they have lost their previous freshness.

Gu Jinyan explained innocently: "I don't know how to do magic."

Jiang Heng pursed his lips and smiled, carefully unwrapping the paper flower in his hand.

A sentence was written on the creased origami: "Why don't you want to call me again?"

Jiang Heng was confused, who should he call?

While in confusion, the door of the ward was knocked open vigorously.

Jiang Heng and Gu Jinyan turned their heads at the same time and looked at the door.

I saw the brat who slipped away just now was standing at the door again, hugging his "ball" aggressively, and complained: "Uncle and aunt! It's them!"

Behind him stood a group of medical staff, all staring at Jiang Heng and Gu Jinyan.

Very good... the young ones came, and the old ones came.

The radio also gloated and added a few words: "Yu Guo is a lovable kid, everyone likes him very much."

"If he's being bullied, there are a lot of people coming to help him."

"But everyone is a kind person, willing to lend a helping hand to the injured first."

"So, among you, are there any injured people?"

The medical staff saw the collapsed players in the room, and said in a blunt tone: "These patients are sick, and they should be treated quickly."

Jiang Heng stopped the medical staff who wanted to come into the room, and said softly: "They are just resting, it is very late now, you will disturb their sleep like this."

The medical staff were indifferent, and even took out medicine bottles, needles, scalpels, and various medical props from their pockets.

"The patient is in urgent need of treatment, please don't waste time." A middle-aged male doctor at the front said expressionlessly, holding a medicine bottle in his hand, and waved it in front of Jiang Heng.

Jiang Heng and Gu Jinyan still blocked the door indifferently, like two rebellious thorns.

"Please get out of the way—" the male doctor had just yelled half of the reprimand, and the rest was blocked in his throat.

The particularly beautiful and gentle prickly head who had been provoked by him just now took out a silver knife, imitated his action with a smile, and waved it in front of his eyes.

A cold light flashed, and his few remaining sparse hair slowly floated down with the wind of the knife.

The short strands of hair floated like mist in the air, and slowly fell to the ground.

The top of the head is cool.

The male doctor was so shocked that his hands were shaking, and the pills in the medicine bottle were rattled by his shaking.

"I'm sorry, I accidentally slipped my hand, are you okay?" Jiang Heng looked worriedly at the male doctor with a sad face.

The male doctor didn't answer, his eyes were dull, and the medicine bottle fell down when he let go of his hand.

Jiang Heng hurriedly reached out to pick it up, but only reached the medicine bottle with his fingertips, and even moved it directly to the door of the opposite ward.

The medicine bottle fell to the ground, the lid flew a short distance, and the pills inside slipped out and spilled all over the floor.

Jiang Heng said "ah" in a low voice, and when he looked up, he saw the door on the opposite side slowly open.

"Medicine..." The patient in the opposite ward stretched out his pale face, staring longingly at the pills on the ground.

As he opened the door, the wards along the corridor opened one after another, and a mighty crowd gathered here.

"The medicine...it's medicine..." The pupils of the patients contracted excitedly, shining a strange red light in the darkness.

They first stared at the various medicines in the hands of the medical staff, and then noticed the person holding them.

"It's a doctor..." The eyes of the patients revealed a more greedy look, some of them opened their mouths, and the saliva dripped down.

In the next moment, the patients united in a very organized and disciplined manner, rushing towards the medical staff with a roar and a tsunami.

"..."

The medical staff looked at the patients rushing towards them in all directions, and they wanted to greet their mothers in their hearts.