The Big Boss' Medicine 19

Upon hearing Yan Shen's affirmative "Yes", Su Duan, who was also called out, looked up at him, with question marks floating in his pure black and transparent eyes like glass beads.

"Brother" is a very intimate term. In addition to expressing the title between relatives, it can also be used as a term of endearment between lovers on certain special occasions.

-- That's how it's written in CEO novels.

Meeting the confused gaze of his little hamster, President Yan calmly rubbed Su Duan's soft nape with his fingertips a couple of times, thinking steadily.

Thinking of how Su Duan would softly call him brother with teary eyes after being bullied in certain terrible situations, President Yan reflexively felt that today's pants seemed a bit tight.

-- If he had known, he wouldn't have worn a suit, it's cumbersome.

Fortunately, he had the towel he just used to wipe Su Duan's face on his lap, so the staff beside him didn't notice anything amiss.

Su Duan sat there in a daze for a while after the staff left, before asking Yan Shen, "When did you--" become my brother?

But before he could finish asking, Yan Shen pressed his fingertips against Su Duan's prominent Adam's apple. Having such a sensitive spot suddenly touched, Su Duan let out a whimper, unable to say the rest, his Adam's apple bobbing frantically.

Yan Shen caressed his Adam's apple, his voice low, saying matter-of-factly, "I'm older than you, so I'm the big brother."

The small question marks in Su Duan's eyes turned into big ones as he blinked at him, feeling a bit dizzy.

Is that so?

Aren't big brother and little brother a kind of familial relationship? Since when can it be divided solely based on age?

As a good kid who asks when he doesn't understand, Su Duan secretly asked the system in his mind.

The system replied, "In human social customs, even if there is no blood relation between two people, there is indeed a default rule of addressing someone of the same generation but older or of higher status as 'brother'. However..." sometimes this form of address also implies a vulgar sexual relationship that requires special vigilance.

Humans are always very complex creatures. In different contexts, the same title can have completely unrelated meanings.

However, before the system could finish what it was saying after "however", Su Duan said humbly, "Thank you, I understand now."

Human language and rules are really too complex and hard to understand. It seems there is still a lot he doesn't know.

In this moment, Su Duan and the system's thought processes oddly aligned.

System: "..."

System: "Host--"

At this time, Yan Shen had already leaned close to Su Duan's ear and said, "Duan Duan, be good and call me big brother."

The man's voice was low and deep. His hot breath fell on the tip of Su Duan's ear, causing a numbness that quickly spread and paralyzed half his body.

With such a strong presence, it undoubtedly drowned out the system's faint electronic voice.

Although feeling a bit inexplicably embarrassed, according to the system, Yan Shen's request was reasonable. After hesitating slightly, Su Duan followed Yan Shen's request and softly called out.

"...Big brother."

The system, trying to clarify but ignored by the host: "..."

The system's heart shattered.

For some reason, when he called Su Zheng big brother in the first world, he never had this feeling of not knowing where to place his emotions. It seemed that for different people, even the same form of address always carried vastly different meanings.

Yan Shen's pupils constricted instantly.

Just those two lightly overlapping words, spoken from Su Duan's mouth without any suggestive meaning, easily made President Yan feel... like he never wanted to wear suit pants again in this life.

Even the casual style was too tight, to the point of being a bit painful.

"Good boy." Yan Shen restrained himself and rubbed Su Duan's hair, saying hoarsely.

Inconspicuously gathering the towel on his lap, President Yan glanced to the side, sending a clear signal of "you should go" to the dumbfounded assistant.

Upon hearing Su Duan's call, the assistant beside them instantly gripped the towel in his hand tightly. In a daze, he felt a bit unsteady on his feet. If he hadn't promptly supported himself on the table, he might have toppled to the ground.

The boss's moves were slick, and little Su, who the boss had his eyes on, was so pure and easy to fool that it was terrifying. Listening on the side, he felt a bit of heartache.

If their kid was coaxed like this, he definitely wouldn't be able to control his hands from struggling against the bourgeoisie.

But now--

Receiving the boss's sharp gaze that was almost an explicit order, the strong survival instinct prompted the assistant to take a deep breath and quickly make up a random excuse, saying, "Boss, the towel is dirty, I'll go wash it."

Yan Shen approved concisely and forcefully, "Go."

The assistant swiftly walked out with his head down, all the way out of the break room, before throwing the towel in his hand on the ground - in any case, with the boss wiping little Su in the break room, the one in his hand probably wouldn't be used anyway. He squatted on the ground in despair and started sighing heavily.

In the end, he still had to bow to capitalism. Thinking about the "torment" pure little Su was currently undergoing in the break room, the assistant's heart couldn't help but ache.

A passing agent saw his state like a lunatic and walked back and forth in front of him a couple of times in puzzlement. When he finally raised his head, the agent asked suspiciously, "What's going on? You look like... you were scolded by Mr. Yan?"

The assistant, yearning for someone to share in his hardship, pondered for a few seconds and said, "No, they're short-handed inside. Do you have business? Hurry in."

The agent also pondered for a few seconds, then said, "Ptooey."

Assistant: "..."

The manager adjusted his glasses with a cold laugh, "Do you think I'm as brainless as you? Squatting here, looking all dirty and downtrodden like a stray dog—it’s clear that nothing good would come of going in now. Don’t try to drag my intelligence down to your level."

Assistant: "..."

These talent managers in the entertainment industry are annoyingly sharp.

......

No one knew exactly what the director discussed with Xie Zhu, but after Su Duan was taken for a “break” by Yan Shen for over half an hour, Xie Zhu’s state was much improved when filming resumed, and he finally managed to complete the whole scene smoothly.

Yan Shen stood watching nearby, his silver-gray suit emphasizing his tall, slender figure, which starkly contrasted with the chaotic atmosphere of the set, making him stand out almost effortlessly.

He continued to draw the crew’s attention.

By afternoon, the news, having been gathered from those who’d delivered mung bean soup to the set, had quickly spread throughout the crew: Su Duan’s dramatic, soap-opera-like background of a wealthy family reunion had been confirmed, the mystery unveiled, though the crew’s curiosity remained undiminished.

For most of them, it was the first time witnessing such a real-life TV drama plot, so, of course, they seized the chance to observe.

And naturally, encountering a real-life "brother-complex" like this was also a first for many.

Xie Zhu no longer made mistakes and did not exceed the estimated time limit. Su Duan's scenes were quickly completed.

Because it was a very small role, Su Duan left quietly. The crew members only realized it after the fact and couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

People are visual creatures, after all.

No matter what, when Su Duan and his unnamed "brother" stood together, one tall and handsome, the other slender and clean, it was a treat just to look at them.

Su Duan, on the other hand, had no particular attachment. Part of the reason he took this role was out of curiosity. After a few days of filming, his curiosity was satisfied, and he obediently went home with Yan Shen.

Next, they had to wait for the entire film to be shot, the movie to wrap up, post-production to be completed, and the film to be released, which would take a considerable amount of time.

Only after the full commercial value of the movie was realized could they take action against Xie Zhu.

However, before that, they could make preparations, such as assembling a small team to start searching for and compiling Xie Zhu's scandalous information.

President Yan, who had never forgotten his identity as a CEO and had not forgotten that there was still a villain who had tried to bully his little hamster and had not been dealt with, planned strongly under the gaze of his money-loving little hamster.

While filming, Su Duan did not forget his primary job of treating Yan Shen's illness. Through Su Duan's unremitting efforts day and night, Yan Shen's healing value had risen to 30 in fits and starts, and it seemed that he was already almost one-third recovered.

His condition had not experienced any particularly severe surges, perhaps due to Su Duan's diligent work, or the rapid suppressive effect of the Western medicine, or both.

After finishing breakfast, Yan Shen took his medication as usual. Manic emotions tended to be more intense in the morning, so taking the medication in the morning had the best effect.

After Yan Shen went to work, Su Duan looked at the pile of crowded little medicine bottles with a rare solemn gaze, his eyes filled with the hostility reserved for enemies.

Because Yan Shen had undergone systematic training when he was young, his physical data was excellent, so the side effects of these Western medicines were still very inconspicuous.

But it was, after all, a ticking time bomb. Su Duan worriedly analyzed with the system for half a day whether they could let Yan Shen stop the medication as soon as possible.

With a healing value of 30, it should have some effect.

The system said that this issue was relatively complex because even in the era where it existed and medical technology was extremely advanced, mental illnesses had not been completely resolved. Therefore, it would probably need a day to analyze the probability.

Before the system could finish its analysis, the worry quickly turned into reality. When Yan Shen came back at noon that day, he tugged at his tie with one hand. Just as he was about to bend down to hug Su Duan, who had run over, his face suddenly changed, his Adam's apple rolled, and he didn't speak for a long time, as if suppressing some impulse.

Although this abnormality was quickly concealed by Yan Shen, it was still discovered by Su Duan.

Su Duan instantly showed a vigilant expression. He was already half-lying on Yan Shen's chest, but the sudden change frightened him. He reflexively pulled on Yan Shen's tie, which had not yet been untied, nearly strangling President Yan, who had just suppressed his stomach discomfort. Su Duan asked nervously, "Shen Shen, what's wrong?"

Nausea, vomiting, changes in appetite, indigestion, and even drug rashes were common side effects of bipolar disorder medications that Su Duan remembered very well. Judging from Yan Shen's appearance just now, did he want to vomit?