The Big Boss' Medicine 12

Su Duan carefully looked over each of the medications, paying especially close attention to the side effects listed on the instructions. In the end, he went to wash up, not looking very happy.

When he came out of the bathroom after washing up, Yan Shen's figure had appeared in the bedroom at some unknown time, wearing a set of dark home clothes. The upper body was a gray-blue striped V-neck T-shirt, and the lower body was deep blue long pants, soft and fitted to the body. The meticulously slicked back black hair from yesterday was also let down, falling on his cheeks and temples, covering up some of the overly cold brows and eyes. Without the icy and unapproachable demeanor from when they first met, there was instead a bit of a boy-next-door feeling.

Su Duan looked at the set of home clothes Yan Shen was wearing, then lowered his head to look at the set he himself was wearing. Other than being a bit smaller, everything else looked exactly the same. For some unknown reason, his mood suddenly improved a bit.

Seeing him come out, Yan Shen came over and reached out to touch his still damp cheeks, asking him: "Are you hungry?"

Su Duan thought for a moment, then nodded to indicate yes. Before Yan Shen asked, he hadn't realized it. But after being asked, a feeling of emptiness that could not be ignored suddenly surged in his stomach. It even let out a "gurgle" sound. Although the sound wasn't loud, it was especially clear in the bedroom with only two people.

Su Duan subconsciously wanted to slip away a bit: "......" Although being hungry after not eating for over a dozen hours was very normal, making such a loud sound seemed to show that he was very gluttonous.

Yan Shen pursed the corners of his lips, seeming to smile very slightly. He reached out his hand, and with his palm covering Su Duan's stomach through the soft and thin clothing, a bit below the heart, he rubbed it for him. Feeling the soft and tender sensation of the youth's skin and flesh under his palm, his Adam's apple rolled. The place that the youth had just rubbed yesterday immediately began to get restless again. He had just taken the medication, so it wouldn't take effect so quickly.

The home clothes were really too soft and fitted, unable to cover anything at all—— His body tensed for a moment. Yan Shen composed himself and calmly withdrew his hand, saying: "Let's go down, lunch—breakfast should be ready."

He had eaten breakfast six hours ago. Based on the time, this meal should be considered lunch. However, for the youth who had slept until nearly 12 o'clock, it was "breakfast" that he needed to eat.

But before he could fully withdraw his hand, Su Duan grabbed his wrist instead, raising his head to look at him with bright black eyes, asking with a bit of worry: "Are you... having a headache?"

A headache?

Although he didn't know why the youth would ask this kind of question, President Yan still shook his head and held his hand, asking: "No headache, what's wrong?"

Su Duan didn't answer, only asking again: "Did you vomit?"

"Didn't vomit either." Yan Shen said.

Su Duan had fully become a little doctor, as if interrogating a disobedient patient, asking carefully one by one: "Did you get a rash on your body?"

Yan Shen: "......"

Being asked a series of questions, President Yan finally realized what was going on. He wanted to know if he had any side effects from taking the medication?

How could he still remember that.

Although he looked quite dull, he remembered these things so clearly. Who knows what was in that little brain of his.

After being silent for a moment, Yan Shen tightened the slender fingertips in his hand a bit, lowering his eyes to gaze into those black eyes that seemed to have been washed clean by water, sighing as he said softly: "None of that, I'm doing very well now, how could it be so fast......"

The adverse symptoms of anti-manic drugs mostly appear after long-term medication. He had just taken one dose, and it was only a few short hours ago. The therapeutic effects of the drugs were not even apparent yet, so there was no reason for the side effects to hit so fiercely.

Hearing Yan Shen's explanation, Su Duan blinked and very slowly said "Oh".

He wanted to tell Yan Shen not to take those drugs with side effects anymore, and that taking him would be enough. Eating a bit more of him would make it better. But the system stipulated that he could not reveal his identity as a non-native, so if Yan Shen asked him for a reason, he would have no way to explain at all.

So after hesitating for a while, Su Duan still did not say what he was thinking. Feeling a bit depressed, he was led downstairs by Yan Shen to eat.

Not long after eating, an uninvited guest arrived at the house.

—Of course, this "uninvited guest" term only applied to Su Duan who knew nothing. Yan Shen was long prepared.

The person who came was a gold medal agent from SQ Entertainment, one of the industry leaders. He brought a signed generous contract and placed it in front of the two.

Yan Shen quietly and carefully read over the terms of the contract. Only after confirming there were no issues did he move it in front of Su Duan. "Come, sign it."

SQ Entertainment was the Hao family's business. Although Hao You had gone out to start his own company and was not working at SQ, as the future heir of SQ Entertainment, getting Su Duan the highest level contract was just a matter of dropping a word.

This contract came about like this.

Although Hao You shouldn't screw him over in principle, and the chances of issues with the contract were very low, when it came to Su Duan, Yan Shen couldn't help but want to be a bit more cautious.

While Yan Shen was reading the contract, Su Duan had already recovered from his initial daze. A pen with the cap off was stuffed into his hand, and a contract that looked premeditated was placed in front of his eyes. The gaze he turned towards Yan Shen carried a hint of inexpressible grievance: "...Didn't you promise not to think about filming?"

He had agreed to take him home, but so quickly he was being rushed off to film again.

It wasn't that he didn't want to earn money to provide for the family, that he had to eat soft rice at home. But right now Yan Shen was sick, and he really wasn't at ease being too far from him.

Yan Shen felt a burst of guilt from being looked at by his black eyes brimming with moisture. It's just that he was an old fox after all, and didn't show it on the surface, still appearing steady and composed, gently coaxing: "Be good, it doesn't say on there that you must go act. If you don't believe me, flip through it and see? It's just signing an agency contract first, settling on a company. There's still a long time in the future."

The very easily fooled little herb spirit heard this and blanked out again. After thinking about it, he slowly felt that what Yan Shen said seemed to make sense. A feeling of guilt for wrongly accusing the man quickly welled up in his heart.

Then he obediently signed.

Sitting across from them and listening to the two speak, the agent fell into deep thought: "......"

For a moment, he didn't know whether to complain about the new person named Su Duan lacking ambition, or to complain about how easily he was deceived.

However, these were not things he should say. As for whether Su Duan had ambition or not, it was not something he could interfere with.

He was very clear that this contract was just something President Yan used to make his little lover happy. He just needed to do his own job well and didn't need to comment on Su Duan's decision.

In any case, he had originally planned to quit this industry in a few years. His mentality was no longer as competitive as when he was young. Bringing along a young friend who wasn't that ambitious was actually quite relaxing.

The agent showed a standard smile and said, "Mr. Su, I look forward to our cooperation."

Su Duan also returned a slight smile to him: "I look forward to our cooperation."

But in his heart, he was muttering that it should take several months before they could cooperate, so there was no need to be so happy so early.

......

However, facts proved that Su Duan had let his guard down too early.

After a few days, he received a script.

Yan Shen said, "Take a look."

On this day, the two of them had already nestled in bed, ready to sleep. When Yan Shen handed over the script, Su Duan didn't understand at first what this mysterious, untitled document was for. When he first read the first few pages, he thought it was a novel and read it with relish.

It wasn't until he had read it for more than ten minutes that he belatedly realized that it was about the plot of "Becoming a Demon".

It was a script.

Equating the script with acting in his mind, Su Duan thought for a second, then closed the script with a snap, stuffed it under the pillow, and pretended it had never appeared.

Yan Shen: "......" For some reason, seeing Su Duan's self-deceptive appearance, he suddenly felt a little like laughing.

Taking out the hidden script from under the pillow, Yan Shen turned slightly and rubbed Su Duan's cheek with the knuckles of his hand, asking him, "Do you really not want to take a look? Didn't you like it just now?"

Su Duan lowered his eyes and said, "No, I want to sleep."

Yan Shen's fingers moved, pinching the soft flesh on the side of his face, and said, "It's just a role with a few episodes. Go and have some fun? I'm afraid you'll be bored staying at home all the time."

Sometimes he would go to the company to handle some affairs. After Su Duan moved his old things from the small apartment, he completely stayed at home.

There was nothing fun to play with at home. Whenever he thought of Su Duan having to wait for him to come back every day, he couldn't help but feel distressed.

Moreover... with his illness still present, staying together like this was not a solution. He dared not guarantee that he could maintain his sanity at all times.

Although the severity of his illness seemed unexpectedly mild this time, except for the first day, his emotions were basically stable. But sometimes the worsening of the illness often happened in an instant, and Yan Shen dared not gamble on this.

This time Su Duan's voice was a little louder, obviously very justified: "I'm not bored."

He was obviously very busy, always working, busy treating Yan Shen's illness, so that he could stop taking those western medicines with strong side effects as soon as possible.

Under his efforts these past few days, Yan Shen's healing value had already moved to 12, and the symptoms were not very obvious. If his condition was stable, after confirmation by the doctor, he should be able to stop the medication soon.

If he went to film now, wouldn't all the previous efforts be in vain?

When would he be able to throw those green-looking western medicines out of the house?

Thinking so, Su Duan turned his face and bit the fingers that were messing around on his face with his little white teeth, saying fiercely and with a very bad temper, "Don't even think about letting me go filming alone."