The Big Boss' Medicine 5

Hao You was exhausted inside.

Sometimes he would think, if a person like Yan Shen had never appeared in his life, would his life have been much happier?

But life can't be rewound and restarted. A silly friend that you've played with for over a decade can't just be tossed in the trash on a whim. So the resilient Hao You told himself not to take the fool seriously. After piecing together his shattered glass heart, he showed a kind and amiable smile to his currently manic friend, gesturing, "Bro, come a bit closer."

Yan Shen glanced at him and moved his precious head closer to the car window.

His friend bent over slightly and whispered in his ear, "Time to take your medicine. President Yan who ditched his personal doctor, hasn't your doctor called you yet?"

Yan Shen: "..."

Because his thoughts were jumping around and he was overly excited, plus almost all his thoughts were occupied by the black-haired youth after they met, he actually hadn't thought again about the doctor who should still be waiting for him at the hospital, except for when he made the appointment.

Yan Shen frowned and subconsciously glanced at the time on his watch, only to find it was exactly two minutes past the agreed time, no more, no less.

President Yan, who was usually very punctual no matter what he did: "..."

"Better restrain yourself a bit." Hao You patted him on the shoulder, his expression a bit more serious, and said, "He still looks young."

Although that little newcomer's proactiveness that was completely different from his appearance made him tsk tsk in amazement, no matter what, that little body didn't look like it could withstand tossing around. If Yan Shen couldn't control himself, who knows if it would cause the other party some kind of irreversible psychological or physical harm, which would be too much.

Hearing Hao You's suggestive words, Yan Shen's eyes instantly darkened.

Because there could be situations where he loses his reason and enters an uncontrollable state, bipolar disorder patients are actually not advised to interact too closely with people during episodes.

Especially when he was in an absolutely dominant position of power, the risk of danger to people who got too close to him would increase exponentially.

He was a dangerous person that violated regulations and could explode at any time.

Prohibited from getting too close.

—This was the shackle his illness forcibly imposed on him.

Although a voice in his heart whispered that he would never hurt him no matter what, the fresh red marks on the youth's wrist that he had just licked were constantly reminding him of what he had just done.

Now when he still had a shred of reason left, he had already left such marks on the youth's body. Then when he couldn't even maintain this bit of reason, he had no right to guarantee what would happen.

The darkness in Yan Shen's eyes deepened. He turned his head more towards Hao You, lowering his lashes, trying his best not to let the black-haired youth sitting beside him see his unsightly expression.

Seeing his friend who had finally sobered up a bit from his state of being surrounded by pink bubbles, Hao You paused, leaned in closer, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "...Go see the doctor first, okay?"

After who knows how long, Yan Shen nodded imperceptibly.

Hao You straightened up and couldn't help reminding again before taking his leave, "Bye, keep in touch, remember to reply to messages."

Yan Shen silently nodded again.

After Hao You left, he took the opportunity while closing the window to adjust the expression on his face, before turning his head to look at the black-haired youth waiting quietly to the side.

While he was talking with his friend, the black-haired youth just sat there quietly without making a fuss. When he looked over, the youth even slightly curved the corners of his eyes, flashing a bit of starlight that had been crushed to pieces in his clear, dark eyes.

Su Duan was indeed quiet and obedient to an excessive degree. Even if he was forced by him, pulled by him, left aside by him, he wasn't angry at all, and would even smile at him without learning his lesson.

Although that smile was indeed very faint and fleeting, it unexpectedly kept sweetening President Yan's heart, planting a shining little star in a place full of darkness and silt.

Even though his figure was thin to the point of being nearly flimsy, he seemed to be able to unexpectedly accommodate all of his impulses and flaws.

...Warmly enveloping them.

Pursing his lips, Yan Shen took out a tissue and, a bit late, wiped the youth's wrist that he had licked who knows how many times. He lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the light blue veins on the inside of the youth's wrist, and asked in a low voice, "Where do you live? I'll have the driver take you back later."

However, the person whose wrist he was holding paused and then said, "I'm not going back."

Not going back.

Did it mean he wanted to stay by his side?

Although he was moved by the meaning in the black-haired youth's words, President Yan hesitated for half a minute before continuing to insist in a low voice, "Go back first. I promise I'll come find you after a while, okay?"

As long as he cooperated with the treatment and there were no unexpected changes in his condition, he should be able to get it under control within a month and basically recover the thinking ability of a normal person. At that time, he could bring the black-haired youth to his side and it would be much safer...

"Not okay."

Before he could finish, a rejection that was even more concise than his suddenly came from the youth in front of him.

The action of wiping the youth's wrist suddenly paused. Yan Shen raised his head and met the youth's eyes that were like they had been washed with water, reading the obvious seriousness in them.

...He probably hadn't realized how dangerous he was right now, which was why he rejected it so bluntly.

Not wanting to lay out the fact that he was mentally ill in front of the black-haired youth, Yan Shen tried to use some vague wording, "I have some urgent things to take care of these few days, and I won't have much free time for the next month, so I can't accompany you for the time being."

"Don't worry about work, I'll arrange for someone to help you handle it. This is my personal phone number, you can also call me directly if you have anything." Yan Shen added.

Although he had a very good impression of the black-haired youth, he hadn't forgotten their identities—celebrity and investor.

Of course, according to normal development, it should be celebrity and gold master now.

As a qualified gold master, of course he had to help his little celebrity solve all work problems.

However, the youth who looked soft and fluffy was unusually principled. Although he accepted his phone number, he still expressed his refusal to the suggestion of parting, his dark eyes filled with seriousness, saying, "Don't send me away, I'll be very good."

I can even treat your illness for you.

"......" Yan Shen opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word. He only felt his heart sinking further.

It was almost crumbling to pieces.

Reaching out to pinch the thin chin of the black-haired young man, Yan Shen lowered his head, bringing his face close to Su Duan's, only a fist away, and suddenly asked in a hoarse voice, "You like me?"

Having gone through so many worlds, Su Duan no longer had any obstacles in expressing his love for his beloved. Upon hearing this, he wanted to nod without hesitation.

However, his chin was being held, making it impossible to move. To show his agreement, Su Duan could only blink his eyes forcefully several times, fluttering his long, crow-like eyelashes.

Yan Shen brought his face even closer and continued to ask, each word heavily escaping from his throat, "What do you like about me?"

The hot breath from the man's mouth brushed past the tip of Su Duan's nose, tickling him and making him blink uncontrollably again.

Although he was certain when answering that he liked him, when it came to the specifics of what he liked, Su Duan couldn't quite figure it out for a moment.

For a herb that had spent far less time living in human form than as a plant, exploring the roots of liking someone was truly too profound.

In fact, it was probably only in the first world that he slowly came to like someone. In each subsequent encounter, the feeling of liking someone was constantly reinforced, forming an unbreakable habit.

In every world, as long as this person appeared before him, the feeling of liking naturally welled up from the bottom of his heart, contained between his lips and teeth.

Even the other person's every little movement became observable.

These subtle emotions were all jumbled up and piled together. Accurately expressing them was indeed a bit difficult for the little potato, who still primarily expressed emotions through hugs and kisses.

Just as Su Duan was earnestly thinking about how to answer, his hesitant appearance fell into Yan Shen's eyes, taking on a different meaning.

Yan Shen, who had the fortune of reading a few CEO-kept-lover novels, laughed softly and ambiguously asked, "Is it the money or my face?"