At 3 o'clock in the morning, at the hospital's nighttime emergency room,
Rushing back from the nurse station, Gu Sheng was so busy that he didn't even have time to drink water, and he ran into the doctor who had just finished examining the situation.
Gu Sheng hurriedly asked, "How is Zhong Shen doing?"
The doctor was a friend familiar with the Gu family, and her voice was naturally gentle. At this moment, she reassured in a soothing tone, "Don't worry, there's nothing serious. It seems like a high fever due to stress and lack of rest. His tonsils are a bit swollen, and he's clearly quite inflamed. After the intravenous infusion is done and the fever subsides, there shouldn't be any issues."
Only then did Gu Sheng breathe a sigh of relief and asked, "Is it because of alcohol allergy?"
The doctor replied, "Allergy doesn't seem likely. It's probably caused by high stress and insufficient rest. I just checked, and his tonsils are a bit swollen, and there are obvious signs of excessive internal heat. When combined with alcohol, it triggered the fever."
Gu Sheng inquired, "So, once the fever subsides, there won't be any problems?"
The doctor nodded, "The timely treatment was good, so nothing was delayed. After three days of intravenous infusion and stabilizing his body temperature, there shouldn't be any major issues."
But she also advised, "However, it's best to take better care of his health. You young people should prioritize your well-being, if you ruin your health, you'll regret it later."
Gu Sheng nodded repeatedly in agreement.
After asking a few more questions about the precautions, he saw the doctor off.
After the doctor left, Gu Sheng took a deep breath and finally felt the exhaustion that had surged through his body.
Rubbing his tired and sore eyes, he took a few steps and saw the slender figure sitting on the bench outside the ward.
His voice softened involuntarily, "You've been through a lot, Xi Yun."
In the middle of the night, when they received the news that Yi Zhongshen had a high fever and passed out, Gu Sheng hurriedly took him to the hospital, and a thin layer of sweat had already formed on his back.
But if you really had to say who went through the most, it was undoubtedly Bo Xiyun, who was the first to notice something was wrong.
The young man was sitting silently with his head down on the bench, his beautiful little face pale, appearing bloodless under the corridor lights. His thin lips were tightly pressed together, and his fingertips left a crease on his pants' knee from gripping too hard.
Gu Sheng reassured Bo Xiyun, knowing that he must have been quite frightened. He repeated the doctor's words, saying, "There's nothing serious now."
Bo Xiyun nodded gently, but his gaze remained fixed on his knee for a while before finally looking away. He asked, "Senior, what time is your flight?"
"My flight back home?" Gu Sheng said, "I canceled it. After all, my good friend has such a high fever. I'll stay a couple of days longer."
"In a couple of days, a friend of mine is also going back to B city, so I'll catch a ride with them."
Bo Xiyun nodded again, then looked back at his knee.
"Fortunately, you were here tonight and noticed Yi Zhongshen's fever in time," Gu Sheng said, "The doctor said the timely treatment saved him from any major issues after such a high fever all night."
It's good that his junior brother is attentive and calmly informed them.
Gu Sheng thought to himself.
Even now, this young kid is still composed and even remembered to remind about the flight ticket.
But Gu Sheng didn't know.
Under the calm facade of the young man at this moment, he was concealing a sea of confusion in his mind.
As Gu Sheng was speaking, he noticed something was off, "Hey, Xi Yun, what's wrong with your lips?"
The young man had been tightly pressing his lips together all along, and now that they were closer, Gu Sheng noticed that Bo Xiyun's lip color was conspicuously different from usual. Instead of its usual paleness, it had taken on an overly bright red shade.
"Is it cut?" Gu Sheng frowned, "It looks like it's still bleeding."
Bo Xiyun hastily dabbed at his lip and whispered, "I accidentally bumped it earlier, might have bitten it."
His face remained pale as paper, and the little bit of lip color that showed was so vivid.
Gu Sheng felt distressed, "Is it a bad bite? Should I find a nurse to help you with it?"
Bo Xiyun shook his head, "It's fine, no need to worry."
Gu Sheng found a tissue and asked him to wipe his lip.
After wiping his lip, Bo Xiyun admitted that there was indeed quite a bit of blood.
Staring at the tissue in his hand, he was well aware.
Although the bloodstains on the tissue looked somewhat frightening, it didn't hurt.
Because Bo Xiyun wasn't actually injured.
The wounds on his lips were caused by him biting down on them while pressing his lips together. Over an hour ago, in the entanglement of heat and darkness, in that overwhelming and irresistible passion, the forceful pressure made him unable to move a bit. The boy who was dominating him leaned down, but only left a kiss, without causing any harm.
The young man sat in the brightly lit corridor, silently closing his eyes.
The warmth in the hospital corridor was not sufficient, and Bo Xiyun, who had hastily thrown on a coat, should have felt cold.
However, that kind of burning heat, which had been indulged for far too long, seemed to have not disappeared at all. It still scorched him, relentless and persistent, as if it had become an inseparable part of him.
Or perhaps it had already been imprinted on him, leaving an indelible mark.
Bo Xiyun didn't understand.
He didn't understand his own reactions at this moment, and he didn't understand Yi Zhongshen either.
If it were just a case of drunken aggression, Bo Xiyun might be able to handle it. After all, he had been practicing morning exercises for many days, and even though the odds of winning against that person were probably close to zero, he still had the spirit to fight desperately.
But Yi Zhongshen didn't do that.
He was simply touching and kissing gently, as light as a feather.
The scorching heat touched Bo Xiyun's lips and then went to kiss the tip of his nose, caressing his trembling long eyelashes and eyes.
Yi Zhongshen's actions were cherished, as if he was holding onto a treasure he instinctively wanted to protect.
There was even a desperate and hopeless longing that one could hardly imagine appearing in Yi Zhongshen.
Last night, Bo Xiyun thought that it was easy to understand someone's actions when they were acting so openly after getting drunk.
But now, facing this former highly respected senior, Bo Xiyun sank into boundless confusion.
Close to four in the morning, Yi Zhongshen's body temperature gradually began to fall, and the nurse that Gu Sheng had called for finally arrived.
Seeing that there was nothing much left to do, Gu Sheng said to her junior, "Xi Yun, you should go and rest now."
After the events of this night, the young man must be exhausted. However considerate and thoughtful he usually was, maybe he still wanted to accompany his senior a little longer.
Gu Sheng was considering how to persuade his junior to go back, but he was surprised when Bo Xiyun simply replied, "Okay."
The young man didn't refuse and left on his own after confirming that Yi Zhongshen was alright.
In the morning, around seven o'clock, Bo Xiyun, who was alone in the hotel, received a message from Gu Sheng. He said that Yi Zhongshen had woken up, and his temperature had dropped to below 38 degrees Celsius.
Bo Xiyun replied with a "That's good," then quickly changed his clothes and left the hotel.
He didn't return for the whole day.
In response to invitations from several classmates, he went with them to the shopping mall in the city center to hang out.
During the summer vacation, high school students always had endless energy to expend. Even after a six-hour murder mystery game, everyone was still full of vitality and enthusiastically suggested going for a hotpot.
This proposal was unanimously agreed upon by the whole group.
This surprised Xu Xinyi, who had gone out together with them.
Curiously, Xu Xinyi said to Bo Xiyun, "It's rare to see you out for so long today."
Bo Xiyun smiled and simply replied, "It's the summer vacation."
The restaurant where they were going to have their meal wasn't far from the shopping mall, and since they had five people, it wasn't convenient to take a car, so they decided to walk to the hotpot restaurant.
As they were chatting while walking and looking at cars at an intersection, someone suddenly called out, "Hey, over there, is that Teacher Yi?"
All of them turned their heads towards the direction the person was pointing at and saw a restaurant across the street. Sitting alone by the window and having a meal was their teaching assistant, Yi Zhongshen.
"What a coincidence?"
The friends chattered among themselves.
"Is Teacher Yi eating alone?"
"I don't think so. There's still a set of dishes on the table, but the seat is empty. Maybe the friend who was eating with him temporarily left the table?"
"Oh, that could be it. It would be strange to see him sitting there all alone..."
Someone else chimed in with a laugh.
"Teacher Yi is afraid of being alone? I think he probably dislikes being bothered by too many people," someone remarked, and the group continued to discuss.
"Should we go up and say hello? If we cross the road now, we can walk to the hotpot restaurant from the other side."
Although it was on the way, the group still hesitated when discussing it.
Despite the winter camp having been going on for a while, and Teacher Yi having attended evening study sessions with them several times, the students couldn't help but feel a little scared.
Especially now, as they were outside of the school premises.
They all turned their gaze towards Bo Xiyun, who was the closest to Teacher Yi on a daily basis.
"Xi Yun, what do you think?"
As if just noticing their discussion, Bo Xiyun raised his eyes and glanced at the time displayed on his phone screen.
"I don't think so," he reminded them, "If we don't hurry now, the hotpot restaurant will have a long queue at this hour."
"True," the friends also checked the time, "Oh man, it's almost five o'clock. Let's go, let's go!"
The group continued walking towards the hotpot restaurant, but Xu Xinyi couldn't help but glance at the restaurant where Yi Zhongshen was eating a few more times. Then she looked at Bo Xiyun and felt a bit puzzled.
Xu Xinyi suddenly remembered something, "By the way, Xi Yun, isn't this the restaurant you used to go to frequently?"
Bo Xiyun nodded faintly, "Yes."
It was the restaurant that Wu Ying helped them book.
It was also the place where Bo Xiyun and Yi Zhongshen used to eat together most often during the winter camp.
And the seat where Yi Zhongshen was sitting now was exactly the one they were most accustomed to sitting in.
Following behind his friends, Bo Xiyun walked quietly, seemingly casual, and glanced across the street.
His eyesight had always been the best among his friends.
But quickly, he withdrew his gaze.
During the day, when his friends asked about the faint red mark on his lips, a faint twinge of pain would be transmitted.
Indeed, it was a wound he had bitten himself.
But last night, Bo Xiyun trembled in his voice and could only make a soft plea.
"Senior, I won't go... Can you let go...?"
Both his wrists were firmly held as if in an iron grip, and he couldn't break free. He could only weakly cling to the prominent veins on the back of the big hand with his delicate fingertips.
His voice now carried a more muddled nasal tone.
He had to put the condition of going to the hospital together at the forefront to slightly ease the overwhelming sense of intimidation.
"I'll go with you, to the hospital..."
The deeply branded memories could not be erased. Even a day later, even in this bustling and crowded street, they couldn't be ignored. It was as if in the next second, the scene would replay right in front of him.
"Sob...!"
The oppressive feeling of being trapped with no escape made his body shiver with a sense of danger.
The person leaning over him only left light kisses.
There were no further advances.
But it still made the young man's fingertips tremble involuntarily, fearing what might happen in the next moment.
In his panic, Bo Xiyun also wondered.
Did his most respected senior mistake him for someone else, perhaps his secret girlfriend or a past lover?
But the person on top of him had carefully examined him before sleeping, and the fever had only intensified afterwards.
He had so attentively and silently looked at him and measured him.
Using kisses.
Step by step, confirming that it was indeed the person himself.
Bo Xiyun couldn't deceive himself.
With Yi Zhongshen's current reactions, it was impossible for him to have made a mistake.
They had been practicing morning exercises together for so long, and this body had been shaped under Yi Zhongshen's guidance. He was intimately familiar with every part of Bo Xiyun, knowing all of the young man's vulnerabilities.
Whether it was gripping his wrist or squeezing his waist.
With just one hand, it was effortless for Yi Zhongshen to completely control this slender body.
...And furthermore, that person was calling out in such a low and hoarse manner.
"Xiao Yun."
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Tn: poor Xiyun...
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