The Big Boss' Medicine 22

Su Duan was still a bit confused. He curiously opened the wolf spray bottle that looked a lot like a lipstick, and indeed saw a small nozzle inside. He took a sniff, and a pungent odor rushed up his nostrils, making him want to sneeze.

Su Duan wrinkled his nose and carefully closed the spray.

It looked quite harmless, but it must have a terrible lethality when sprayed on someone's face.

"Don't smell it."

Before Su Duan could say anything, Yan Shen bent down and rubbed his reddened nose tip to relieve the discomfort from the irritation. He then took out the items in Su Duan's arms one by one and introduced them.

"This is a stun gun. There's a button on it that allows you to adjust the voltage level."

"This is a tactical pen. You can wear it as a pendant, and pull it out to use as a weapon when necessary."

"This is..."

Realizing that the purposes of these items seemed a bit strange, Su Duan blinked his eyes. While Yan Shen was introducing them unhurriedly, he quietly asked the system in his mind: "System, what are these things for?"

The system, which always responded instantly, said: "The items given to the host by the healing target are collectively known as anti-pervert tools. They are usually used by females, who are physically weaker than males, to prevent attacks from perverts. They are very effective tools for ensuring personal safety."

"Perverts usually refer to a type of people who sexually harass or violate the opposite sex - although it can also happen between the same sex - and violate the basic norms of human morality or laws and regulations." In order to prevent the host from misunderstanding, the system specifically added an explanation, hoping that he could deeply understand the purpose of these tools.

Su Duan: "I understand. Thank you."

Su Duan thought for a long time but couldn't figure out why he would need to use these things. When Yan Shen finished his introduction, he quickly said to him: "Don't worry, I won't run around outside."

He wasn't the lively type, and he wasn't keen on going out usually. Moreover, his appearance wasn't the kind that would make people lose their souls at first glance. Su Duan felt that he shouldn't encounter... perverts.

Every time he went out, Yan Shen would accompany him. Even if he couldn't occasionally, he would have the driver and bodyguard follow along. Under such tight defenses, it should be very difficult for people with ill intentions to approach him.

Even in the worst-case scenario, if he was really unlucky enough to be approached by... a pervert, he could still buy spinach from the system. If the regular version didn't work, he could buy the enhanced version. He should be able to beat the person until they couldn't stand up straight.

These things probably wouldn't be needed. He didn't know why Yan Shen suddenly thought of buying them for him.

—Could it be a symptom of delusions?

Like anxiety and agitation, delusions were also a manifestation of manic episodes. The more Su Duan thought about it, the more he felt this was the case. He didn't plan to ask further and put all the things Yan Shen gave him on the table, looking left and right, trying to find a box or something to put them all in.

The black-haired youth was completely unaware as he put away the defensive tools he had personally handed over. He lowered his jet-black eyes and looked around, not knowing what he had in mind, without any hint of nervousness.

Sure enough... if he didn't say it directly, this silly little hamster wouldn't realize anything.

Yan Shen paused for a moment, pinched his chin, and lifted his face up.

The youth was obedient as always and cooperated with his movements. His delicate chin was pinched by him, raising his face.

The room was brightly lit. From Yan Shen's angle, he could clearly see the youth's smooth skin with almost invisible pores and the fine fluff on his cheeks. The jet-black hair that didn't reach his eyebrows parted slightly to both sides due to the raised posture of the owner, obediently resting on the sides of his forehead, revealing a full forehead.

Looking at the youth in front of him, whose every strand of hair exuded an aura of "easy to bully", Yan Shen couldn't help but feel a desire to abuse rising from the bottom of his heart. He flicked the little hamster's fair forehead with his fingertips, extremely restrained and not using any force, not even leaving a white mark, but the person who was flicked still opened his eyes wide.

As if he was startled by something.

Yan Shen reached out his fingertips and rubbed the corners of his eyes for a while, until the person's eyes narrowed into two small crescents, before opening his mouth and saying: "Keep them well. When I'm sick, I won't reason with you."

The curved little crescents slowly widened again, blinking and looking at him, the bottom of his eyes as clear as pebbles washed by a stream, still without any sense of crisis.

It was unclear whether it was to warn or to satisfy the desire that had been stirring in the bottom of his heart. Yan Shen's free hand rested on the edge of the chair behind Su Duan, almost completely enclosing him within his sphere of influence. He bent down, his face with much sharper features than Su Duan's stopping at a position only a finger's distance away from Su Duan's. His jet-black eyes contained a certain unfathomable emotion, and he said to Su Duan: "Be good, or sooner or later, you'll be f*cked to death by me on the bed."

The little crescents became even rounder, this time finally carrying a hint of surprise.

...Knowing to be afraid now?

Yan Shen's voice was very low and hoarse, with a deep magnetism, like a vintage wine that had been buried deep underground for many years. Even a slight leak of its aroma could make people dizzy. His speech was especially slow when he said the last sentence, so that Su Duan could hear every word clearly. Although it wasn't whispered in Su Duan's ear, when the sound reached his ears, it still made his ear tips tremble.

Su Duan couldn't help but think with hot ears, if Yan Shen could cooperate with the treatment as he said, then—then he would be at ease!

Although the overused parts would be very uncomfortable at first, after using the cheap and useful prop [I Am a Medicine], the self-healing ability of certain parts of his body seemed to have increased. At most, he would only be uncomfortable for a short while, and then he could fully fulfill his duties and continue to "treat illnesses and save people".

However, Yan Shen didn't think so. Even though Su Duan repeatedly emphasized that he shouldn't be in pain anymore, the man still applied ointment to him on time every day according to the doctor's instructions.

...And even if he applied it until his own breathing became heavy, he had no intention of holding Su Duan to treat his illness.

Su Duan counted potatoes in his heart and calculated that it had been four days, but Yan Shen still didn't seem to plan to continue treating his illness.

Looking at the healing value that remained at 50, Su Duan couldn't help but feel worried.

Now he's even buying him these things, has he completely given up on treating his illness?

How can this be?!

As the heat on his ears gradually dissipated, Su Duan began to rack his brain thinking of how to destroy all these things Yan Shen gave him without leaving a trace.

Seeing his pitch-black eyes lose focus and stare blankly, not knowing what he was thinking, with a hint of worry and nervousness, Yan Shen thought he had taken it to heart and gotten scared. So he let go of his chin that had been pinched for a while, soothingly rubbed his soft fluffy hair, and said, "I'm going to work first, I'll have Auntie make you fried mangoes for afternoon tea."

Su Duan wasn't picky when it came to food, but had a preference for sweets. However, sweets were high in calories and eating too much was bad for the body, so Yan Shen strictly controlled it and didn't allow Auntie to make too many sweets for him.

Having just eaten sweet and sticky pea cake in the morning, under normal circumstances, Yan Shen wouldn't let him touch any desserts today. Suddenly being "granted permission" to have another meal was a pleasant surprise that fell from the sky.

Thinking of the crispy and sweet aroma of fried mangoes, Su Duan couldn't help but swallow, his eyes also shining brightly as he said softly, "I'll save some for you too, to eat when you come back at night."

Seeing the little hamster instantly recover from his startled state under the temptation of delicious food, Yan Shen reached out to rub his chin that had just been restrained by him leaving a slight ring of marks, then lowered his head to kiss it, agreeing, "Okay."

After Yan Shen left, Su Duan ran to the kitchen to have Auntie make him fried mangoes. Then with the system's help, he secretly replaced the chili water in the anti-pervert spray with plain water, destroyed the power supply system of the stun baton, and removed the sharp spikes from the tactical pen...

That night before bed, when Yan Shen asked him if he had put the items to good use, Su Duan lifted his pillow to show him the tools that appeared completely intact.

Looking at these neatly arranged tools, then meeting his little hamster's slightly blinking pitch-black eyes, Yan Shen instinctively felt something was off. But everything seemed normal, so the thought briefly passed through his mind without him dwelling on it, and he began routinely applying medicine for Su Duan.

While applying the medicine, Su Duan suddenly grabbed his arm.

Yan Shen's movements paused for a moment, his gaze lingering on that slender wrist that seemed like it would snap with a pinch. He said in a low voice, "Don't make a fuss, let go quickly."

But Su Duan rarely acted willful, saying, "I don't want the medicine anymore."

With his arm being grabbed, Yan Shen didn't know whether to continue or stop. He gradually became uneasy, feeling wisps of flames spreading out from the warm spot where the medicine was applied, quickly igniting his entire body.

"Be good, Duan Duan." Yan Shen tried hard to suppress the fire in his heart and reasoned with his little hamster, "It will hurt if you don't apply the medicine properly."

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Su Duan tried to recall the coping methods from the strategy guide the system helped him find called "Seducing the CEO: 100 Poses of a Kitten", slightly lowering his eyes, letting his dense and slender black lashes tremble like little butterflies flapping, slowly saying, "...It's itchy, I need Shen Shen to relieve the itch."

Yan Shen: "..."

The youth's seduction was deliberate and clumsy, his blinking motions too exaggerated, as if he couldn't wait to clamp a mosquito to death. But in Yan Shen's eyes, his every move carried an irresistible allure. So President Yan still couldn't control himself, forgetting the doctor's orders for the second time.

......

Time passed peacefully, and in the blink of an eye, half a month went by. It was time for Yan Shen to go for a follow-up with his private doctor again.

After inquiring about Yan Shen's recent daily routine, emotional fluctuations... and even the frequency of his sex life, the doctor's expression was a mix of joy and confusion.

According to the case of Mr. Yan transmitted from his senior fellow apprentice, his condition had never been controlled this quickly, and even the side effects of the medication were not very obvious. The terrible situations that were previously predicted based on the case seemed to have vanished in Yan Shen.

Yan Shen's current state sitting in front of him was no different from that of a normal person.

This made the doctor, who had been fully prepared for the worst, breathe a sigh of relief while feeling an inexplicable sense of loss.

The doctor adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and dutifully said to Yan Shen, "Apart from the very- ahem - high frequency of sexual activity, all other aspects of your condition are normal and stable. We can consider appropriately reducing the medication dosage. If you can maintain stability for another two months, you can completely stop the medication."

Yan Shen, who had already stopped the medication on his own, said without any guilty conscience, "Thank you for your hard work, Dr. Yi."