The Big Boss' Medicine 7

The car started smoothly and merged into the stream of traffic after exiting the underground garage.

Yan Shen stated an address, which was his private doctor's clinic.

No matter what, he had to go see a doctor, otherwise with his current condition, wandering outside... it might be a bit dangerous.

He had just sent a text message to the doctor briefly explaining that something had come up to delay him. The doctor kindly replied that it was no problem and hoped he could come over soon, as he was waiting at the clinic.

After sending the text, Yan Shen just sat in his seat without speaking, his gaze falling on the back of the front seat, not knowing what he was thinking about, somewhat like he was in a daze.

However, if one looked carefully, they would find that his gaze on the seat back was somber, his black pupils slightly more constricted than usual, and the curve of his jaw was not relaxed, showing the abnormal tension of his mental state.

Although his body appeared to be sitting normally, careful observation could also detect the tautness of his muscles, like a beast ready to pounce at any moment. His hands resting on his legs were slightly clenched into fists, pale blue veins spreading across the back of his hands, giving off an indescribable bleakness.

The earlier speculation had stung the almost grotesque possessiveness that had arisen from the depths of his heart the moment he saw the black-haired youth. Perhaps normally he could suppress this negative emotion with his strong willpower, but during the onset of his illness, when his self-control was nearly nonexistent, it had already taken an unimaginable amount of effort for him to control himself from venting it.

Even though he was very clear that he had no right to mind who the youth had been with before, his innate desire to monopolize simply didn't care about that, tearing open what seemed like a wound in his heart that would never heal.

Not allowed.

The youth was not allowed to have had his lips and teeth entwined with others, not allowed for the places he touched to bear traces left by others, not allowed to let others do as they pleased with him, not allowed for him to obediently tilt his head up to others—

His mentality was indeed morbid, and Yan Shen was quite clear about this point.

Messy and blurry thoughts flashed through his mind one after another. The air conditioning in the car compartment was still blowing, and by all accounts it should have been the most suitable temperature, but Yan Shen's temples were oozing a bit of fine sweat due to excessive mental tension.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and Yan Shen turned his head slightly to the side, moving his face towards the side window of the car.

He didn't want the dark emotions in his eyes to be exposed, letting this unseemly side of himself fall unobstructed into the clear and transparent black eyes of the other. He didn't dare meet the youth's eyes at all.

He also didn't dare to touch... Although his instincts were screaming at him to leave marks of possession on the youth's body in the most primitive way of physical contact, he simply didn't dare to act rashly due to his understanding of his own condition, and he didn't even have the courage to lean down and kiss like he had just done.

...He was afraid that when he lowered his body with just the idea of marking, but once stimulated by the morbid thoughts in his mind, he would leave scars on the youth that he would regret later.

The instinct to leave something on the prey he had set his sights on and the faint reason that may disappear anytime were tearing at each other. Yan Shen's hand on his dark suit pants curled up nervously, his knuckles seeming to cramp slightly due to stiffness.

He could sense the youth's gaze sweeping up and down his body, as if puzzled by his sudden change of face, but he could not give any explanation for his abnormality.

......

Su Duan tilted his head, his eyes somewhat blankly sizing up his lover who had turned his head away like a stubborn big dog, refusing to look at him.

Obviously when they were kissing just now, he had heard Yan Shen's healing value rise a bit more, so how did his face suddenly change, and then he inexplicably fell into a stiff state that seemed like it would explode if touched?

Seeing his lover's stiff posture that looked like he would break himself at any moment, Su Duan felt a bit distressed while also at a loss.

Not daring to casually touch his lover who was exuding a "very bad" aura, he asked in his heart, "System, has Yan Shen's illness worsened again?"

The system said, "Yes, the results detected by the system are consistent with the host's speculation, but when treating illnesses, especially when treating mental illnesses, it is very normal for the condition to recur. In fact, as long as the symptoms are not completely cured, this kind of recurrence may happen countless times in the future, so the host must have patience."

Su Duan mm-hmmed a couple of times and said, "Got it." After a pause, he asked, "Can I touch him now?"

Although the other party did not look like some weak creature, and could even be said to be a powerful and cold existence that people needed to avoid, Su Duan inexplicably felt that Yan Shen should really need someone to comfort him at this time.

The system said, "In principle, it should be okay, but patients with bipolar disorder may show a tendency for high aggression during episodes, so the host should still be cautious."

Su Duan thought for a moment and said, "It's okay, I can buy spinach. Yan Shen is just a normal human now and can't beat me."

System: "..." Its host was unexpectedly quite good at adapting.

System: "You're right. System calculations show that 50 experience points of beginner spinach is enough for you to... take down the healing target. Please summon the system anytime if needed, host~"

Su Duan: "Mm-hmm."

The traffic light at the intersection ahead switched to red, and the vehicle stopped, quietly waiting for the signal to allow passage.

Su Duan thought for a moment, reached out his hand, and placed it on the back of Yan Shen's hand, his slender, pale fingers spreading out, trying to cover the fist that was a size larger than his own under his palm.

Perhaps it was because the air conditioning in the car was too cold, but the man's hand felt a bit cool. Su Duan's body temperature was not very high to begin with, but when he touched it, he clearly felt that the temperature of the man's hand was even lower than his own.

He bent his knuckles and rubbed the man's cool hand, feeling the slightly protruding blue veins on the back of his hand, and asked softly, "Are you cold?"

The man's body obviously became even more rigid, seemingly startled by his sudden action of reaching over to touch his hand. It took a long time, until the car had started moving forward again, passing through the intersection with the traffic light, before he replied hoarsely, "...Not cold."

In fact, not only did he not feel cold, but from the moment the youth touched the back of his hand, an uncontrollable heat ignited from the point of contact and spread to the rest of his body.

The youth's palms and fingertips were warm and soft, almost without any aggression, unlike him, as soft as feathers floating from a faraway place.

Su Duan asked worriedly, "Really not cold?"

"Not cold." Still a stiff reply.

Su Duan didn't really believe it, but he touched it a couple more times. Somehow the hand under his palm didn't seem as cold anymore. After hesitating for a moment, he still extinguished the idea of having the driver lower the air conditioning temperature in the car.

"Mm-hmm." He responded softly, staring down at Yan Shen's hand for a while, then suddenly reached out his other hand and used his fingertips to hook Yan Shen's fingertips, pulling out that stiff, curled finger.

Yan Shen instinctively wanted to curl his hand back. This forced opening feeling made him, who was always in a dominant position, instinctively resist. But as soon as his fingertips moved, he glanced at the youth's slender protruding wrist bones out of the corner of his eye. Worried that he would not be able to control his strength and hurt the other party, he did not dare to move, and let the other party manipulate his hand.

It's just that under focused attention, the originally stiff fingertips became even stiffer, so the difficulty for Su Duan to pry open his fingers increased quite a bit.

However, as a plant that had lived alone for thousands of years and had hardly moved, patience was the last thing Su Duan lacked. He lowered his head, using his fingertips little by little, concentrating on fighting the cold and hard fingers under his hand. After who knows how long, he finally flattened them all out one by one.

During his busy process, because of the lowering of his head, his delicate and fair neck was completely exposed without any defense.

Yan Shen's gaze, which had been turned away, had at some point turned back, falling in a trance on the youth's slender neck, the dark color in his eyes surging and sinking, not knowing what he was thinking.

After straightening out all these stubborn fingers one by one, Su Duan flipped Yan Shen's hand over.

Perhaps it was still because of the previous stiffness. After straightening the fingers, the exposed palm was sweaty. Although it was not obvious enough to feel the wetness, when the palms were pressed together, a slight dampness could still be felt.

—Su Duan pressed his own palm against it, his slender five fingers accurately squeezing into the other's finger gaps along his finger seams.

"..." Caught off guard by the interlocking of fingers, Yan Shen instinctively parted his lips, but couldn't say anything. In the end, he only exhaled slightly heavily and closed his fingers tightly around the slender hand in his palm.

Tightly interlocked fingers.

Although interlocking fingers is not as embarrassing as kissing to make people blush, perhaps because of the connection between the fingers and the heart, the intimacy brought by the interlocking of the finger gaps is even more thorough than the interdependence of lips and teeth.

Because they were held so tightly, the heartbeat frequency gradually became clear at the connected finger gaps, as if closely attached to another person's heartbeat. An unusual heat surged at the finger gaps, and an endless stream of heat rushed towards the heart, as if even cold blood could be heated together.

With the gradually synchronizing heartbeat sound, the negative emotions stirring in the bottom of his heart gradually subsided. Yan Shen's pupils relaxed a bit, and he lightly exhaled a breath from his mouth.

As if pulled back from the abyss to the human world, his body became hot again, and his emotions hovering on the verge of collapse were miraculously soothed.

Even the other hand that had not been unfolded automatically relaxed, resting on his knee, the drooping knuckles revealing a relaxed arc.

The black-haired youth who had done all these actions raised his head, his slender hand completely sunk in the other person's hand. He looked up, his eyes seemingly stained with water, focusing on Yan Shen's face, and asked after who knows how many beats, "Where are we going?"

The vehicle had been driving for a while, and he only asked at this time, not worried about being taken to some strange place.

Yan Shen lowered his eyes, his slightly curled black eyelashes drooping densely, and below were equally unfathomable eyes, the pupils clearly reflecting the face of the black-haired youth.

He paused for a while before saying in a low voice, "To the hospital."

Su Duan nodded.

Yan Shen tightened the hand in his palm a little more, moved his body, his arm against Su Duan's, feeling the body temperature coming through the thin clothes. He lowered his head slightly and said near his ear, "...I'm sick, going to see a doctor."

His voice was very low, with a hint of hoarse magnetism, almost whispering in Su Duan's ear.

Su Duan wanted to say that you don't have to go, just kiss me and it will be fine.

But the system stipulated that he could not reveal his identity as a non-native, so he could not say these words. He could only nod again and obediently ask, "After seeing the doctor, will you take me home?"

Unexpectedly, the black-haired youth neither asked what illness he had, nor which hospital he was going to, but was so persistent about "going home". Yan Shen couldn't help but tighten his arm and bring the person even closer.

Going home—

Using this kind of phrasing, it was as if they had been together for a long time, and had only been separated for a short while.

In a moment of distraction, Yan Shen actually felt that this way of saying it was natural, as if in countless untraceable times, they had really spent a very long time together.

As if possessed, although he knew that doing so was very unreasonable, the words still automatically flowed out of his mouth: "Okay, I'll take you home."

......

The bustling traffic behind the car gradually receded, and the environment gradually became quiet. The black Maybach finally drove into a small courtyard filled with lush and interesting greenery.

Rather than a private clinic, it was more like a small courtyard suitable for living.

The driver, who had been silent all the way, finally said his second sentence since his appearance.

"Sir, we're here."

When the vehicle entered the courtyard, the owner of this courtyard, the private doctor, had already come out, eager to check on the condition of his patient.

Although he had never met this patient surnamed Yan, the doctor was quite familiar with his condition.

The patient's private doctor abroad had graduated from the same college as himself. Before Mr. Yan returned to China, his medical records had been transferred from his senior fellow apprentice. After studying the medical records, he found that this patient was really not an ordinary tricky case.

Although at first glance, compared to ordinary bipolar disorder patients, there seems to be more rationality in Yan Shen, in reality, that nearly icy intellect has also closed him off, making treatment even more difficult.

According to his senior fellow apprentice's introduction, Mr. Yan has a mild case of obsessive-compulsive disorder and has always been very punctual. If he were to be late, it must mean he encountered an extremely thorny problem.

And once the rhythm of an OCD patient is disrupted, they will produce strong feelings of annoyance. While this annoyance may not have much impact normally, combined with a manic state, there's no telling what it could develop into. So in the process of waiting for the other party to arrive, he was on tenterhooks.

The patient had just been entrusted to him by his senior fellow apprentice. Hopefully he wouldn't encounter any unmanageable situations in their first encounter.

After waiting left and right, the person finally arrived. The black car door opened in front of him, and a mature man wearing a silver-gray suit got out of the car. With wide shoulders and long legs, he was as tall as a clothes hanger and looked exactly the same as the photo. It seemed to be Mr. Yan.

But--

What was going on with the person he was leading?

Getting out of the car with him was also a thin young man with a head of soft black hair, being held by the hand in an unmistakably intimate gesture by this patient he had never met. The entire person exuded docility down to his hair.

Wasn't it said that Mr. Yan was very averse to romantic relationships?

His gaze falling on their tightly clasped fingers, the doctor furrowed his brows, feeling that the situation was not simple.