After hearing these words, Dennis exchanged a glance with Xia Chuan, their expressions a bit strange yet also somewhat understanding.

The two of them simultaneously thought of some things. When they had first met Shen Lan, due to his various special circumstances, they had some speculations. Whether it was his unimaginable ability to transform into a mosasaurus, his strength and physique far surpassing ordinary people, or the string of English letters and numbers tattooed on his broad shoulders, it all made one can't help but think of those abnormal experiments in science fiction movies.

Now, Shen Lan had lost too many of his memories, yet he had such a strong reaction to people wearing white lab coats and masks, which was simply confirming their speculations.

"Perhaps..." Xia Chuan said while looking directly into Shen Lan's eyes, "In the past, such people brought you unpleasant memories, so seeing them again produces this feeling of disgust."

"I think so too." Shen Lan agreed with a cold face, his tone lacking any fluctuation.

But Gerald and experiments were like existences from two different worlds. Dennis didn't immediately refute. He unprecedentedly didn't rush to court death and asked, "Um... Speaking of which, Overlord, do you still remember what the face that disgusts you actually looks like? Can you roughly describe it?"

Shen Lan frowned and looked at him without speaking.

Dennis shrank his neck, thinking he had said the wrong thing again. He instantly glanced at Xia Chuan, his face mournful as he sought rescue.

Who knew, after Shen Lan had been silent for quite a while, he shook his head. "Can't remember clearly."

His memories were like being sealed under a layer of frosted glass. He could see the color blocks with fuzzy edges of those things inside the glass, but when he was about to get close, he was blocked, and then slid along the surface of the glass, unable to get any closer no matter what. This feeling, no matter who experienced it, probably wouldn't feel good. If it happened many times, it would be extremely frustrating. It was not bad that he didn't directly smash the roof of this small medical room.

Dennis thought for a bit and said in a way he felt was more tactful, "Actually, I think when many people wear white lab coats and put on doctor's caps and masks, there are only those eyes left. Although eyes are the windows to the soul, in some cases, the distinguishability is not very high. They all look similar and are too easily confused. Overlord, don't you agree?"

He finished speaking, paused for two seconds, and seeing Shen Lan had no reaction, added another sentence, seemingly to enhance the credibility of his words, "I used to often mistake people. In the company, there are people from several departments who stay in the lab all year round. Each department has uniforms, and with face shields, masks and such, I couldn't figure out who was who at all.

"I stayed for half a year and didn't remember the full faces of many people. That kind of getup is simply cruel for face-blind people. Not to mention, Overlord, you also have severe myopia. It's totally normal to not remember clearly. A colleague I'm quite close with often tells me that his myopia is so high that it's no different from being half-blind. Everything he sees has a mosaic and filter. When testing vision, he can't even find where the stick is, right? I understand."

Xia Chuan: "..."

Shen Lan had already recovered from his previous rage, and his complexion had also eased a bit, no longer so cold and stern. He was just lowering his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking. After hearing Dennis' words, he couldn't help but lift his eyelids and glare at him, simply replying with two words: "Bullshit."

For someone like Dennis who accidentally courts death even when comforting others, he was probably born to be beaten up.

Given that the Overlord had just erupted, Dennis didn't dare to misbehave. Being glared at, he immediately behaved himself, obediently shutting his mouth, observing his nose and closing his mouth, staring at his blanket and spacing out.

Shen Lan also ignored him. He just looked at Xia Chuan, opening his mouth to say something, probably again not knowing how to express it, so after opening and closing his lips twice, he closed them again.

Ever since encountering Xia Chuan and Dennis, his nearly degenerated language ability had recovered to a normal level in just a few short days. But there were always times when he felt he had returned to that state of not speaking for several years and not knowing how to start.

If words failed, he could only rely on eye contact.

Xia Chuan saw Shen Lan's extremely beautiful eyes staring at him without turning away, as if wanting to say something, and also as if waiting for him to say something. He had always believed that he was particularly slow in this regard, rarely paying attention to other people's eyes and expressions, naturally also unable to understand those complex emotions hidden beneath the surface.

But when facing Shen Lan, his understanding in this aspect seemed to suddenly become much stronger. Even if Shen Lan didn't speak, he could easily know what Shen Lan wanted to say or wanted to hear.

Thinking carefully, the slowness when facing others was probably all a superficial facade. The fundamental reason was that he didn't care and had no interest in exploring what they were thinking or feeling. But when facing someone he cared about, he would instantly become sensitive. Even the subtlest emotional changes wouldn't slip past his eyes, and the most complex psychology would become clear and distinct.

In fact, Shen Lan was also worthy of his concern, because Shen Lan was always undisguised in front of him, all his emotions plainly visible in his eyes, nakedly aired in front of him to see, without the slightest concealment...

So he looked back at Shen Lan and said calmly, "Whoever you're sure has a problem, I'll accompany you to resolve that problem." It was that simple.

Hearing these words, Shen Lan's originally somewhat tense expression instantly relaxed, and his previous disgust and anger vanished in an instant. Xia Chuan absolutely trusted his judgment and stood on his side without objection. What did those other vexing matters count for at this time?

There were no clocks that could be seen at a glance in either of the medical rooms. They didn't know what time it was now, only the thin daylight coming through the curtains behind Dennis' bed indicated that morning had arrived. Xia Chuan's face was reflected in that layer of hazy light, even his outline appearing much softer.

Shen Lan looked at him without saying a word, several scenes flashing through his mind.

Xia Chuan's thin and tall back walking in front of him, saying without looking back, "If you encounter that troublesome matter you can't remember after returning, I'll help you"; Xia Chuan sitting on a reef with a tired face, patting his shoulder and pointing in the distance, saying, "Bringing you back to my place to stay"; Xia Chuan with a cold face, staring at him and saying, "You'd better live longer than me"; Xia Chuan...

In every scene that left a deep impression on him, there was a Xia Chuan, and in every sentence Xia Chuan spoke, there was a "you" and an "I", as if the two of them could construct a world that no one else could enter.

Suddenly, Shen Lan reached out his long arm and embraced Xia Chuan before he could react. Then he turned to the dumbfounded Dennis and said, "You should probably give us some privacy, right? Of course, you can stay if you don't mind."

Xia Chuan: "..."

Dennis: "... I thought this was my hospital room." Overlord, have you considered the feelings of a single dog? Especially one who just woke up from a coma half an hour ago.

"What if I faint again, are you afraid?" Dennis really wanted to say this to the two people in front of him, but unfortunately his skills were lacking, and he couldn't beat either of them. So he could only swallow these words along with a mouthful of blood.

Fortunately, Xia Chuan still had a sense of shame. The corner of his mouth twitched as he grabbed Shen Lan's hand that was wrapped around his waist, intending to drag Shen Lan out the door and back to his own hospital room.

Shen Lan's brain had just short-circuited for a moment. Reminded by Dennis, the last bit of his sense of shame took effect. He didn't resist much and obediently let Xia Chuan lead him out, even thoughtfully closing the door for Dennis.

As luck would have it, they ran into the young nurse Bonnie in the hallway.

Bonnie had previously gone in a daze to arrange rooms for them, then went to the deck to get some fresh air for a quarter of an hour. She had just calmed down and came back to find them, only to see Xia Chuan and Shen Lan holding hands.

Although the former was pulling the latter forward and there was no amorous atmosphere, Bonnie still felt her heart drop with a thud. She stuffed the room key cards into their hands, then covering her clogged heart, she went back to the deck in a daze.

Xia Chuan and Shen Lan looked at each other for a few seconds, then took the key cards and found their room according to the number.