The sick beauty quits working in Shura Field | (BL, MTL)

Chapter 6: Such a deep wound, but he smiled and said it didn't hurt

Author: [ Collect this chapter ] [Complain]Chapter 6

　　When Uncle Sun heard what Liang Siyan said, his self-cultivation for most of his life was almost broken. He looked at him deeply: "Master Liang, no matter what bad things the young master has done in the past, his heart for you is true."
　　Look again When he looked at the young man in the ward, he couldn't help but his eyes were red, and the corners of his eyes crinkled with deep pity, and he stared inside.

　　So that day, Shen Zhouran really couldn't survive and wanted to commit suicide?
　　Liang Siyan stood there blankly.

　　"Shen Zhouran, if you commit suicide in the future, you should find a quiet place to die. Don't make it seem like I'm sorry for you by sensationalizing you, and even come to the ward to watch you act hypocritically." "
　　What are you pretending to be? I really thought anyone would feel sorry for you. You?"

　　The scene that day is still vivid in my mind.

　　Liang Siyan swallowed.
　　He really thought Shen Zhouran was faking it, and it wasn't the first time he had pretended to be sick to gain sympathy.
　　A hypocritical person like him would yell at even a small wound.
　　Slit your wrist? really?

　　Even after the wound was sutured, blood still oozed out and formed a bloody scab that stuck to the gauze. When it was uncovered, it would break the muscles and bones.

　　After changing the medicine, Shen Zhouran looked like he had been fished out of the water. His temples were soaked with sweat, and his hair was stuck in strands, sticking to his face in a mess. The collarbone is thin and bulging, and the pale complexion makes it even more sickly. There were drops of water on her fair neck, and she was dripping with sweat. Even her front collar was soaked through.

　　He gasped for air, and if someone hadn't supported him, he would have collapsed to the ground.

　　The stitches in my wrist were bulging and jumping. The sharp pain quickly invades other systems like a virus, causing constant waves of tinnitus.
　　Shen Zhouran's eyes were half-squinted, sweat prickling at the corners of his eyes, stimulating the continuous secretion of his tear glands.

　　He felt as if he had fainted from the pain, but was soon awakened by the torture.

　　The attending doctor couldn't bear to see it: "Analgesics are all addictive, unless you really can't bear it..."

　　Shen Zhouran repeated this sentence twice in his mind before he realized what it meant, and slowly shook his head: " ...It's okay."
　　He thought he said it out loud, but actually he didn't.

　　The doctor only saw his lips move a few times.

　　Across the window of the ward, Shen Zhouran saw Uncle Sun suppressing worry and pursing his lips. He slightly propped himself up, calmed his erratic and trembling breathing, and slowly mouthed the words to the person across the window.
　　"It doesn't - it hurts -"

　　Afraid that the other party wouldn't recognize it, Shen Zhouran slowly repeated it again: "It doesn't - it hurts -, it doesn't - it hurts -"
　　He also smiled, with light-colored thin lips. Raise. Little did he know that in the eyes of others, this smile was like a crystal lamp falling from a high place.
　　The next second, it will shatter with a "snap".

　　Even though the doctors and nurses in the ward were used to seeing life and death, they couldn't help but feel compassion when they saw this scene.

　　Uncle Sun turned around and couldn't bear to look anymore.

　　"...Young Master Liang," it took him a long time to regain his former composure, and said to Liang Siyan beside him, "No matter what the young master has done before, and why you came here, can you consider that he is a patient?" Go..."

　　"Be nice to him."

　　When Liang Siyan recovered from the chaotic state, he had returned to his temporary resting place.

　　He didn't want to brush his face in front of Shen Zhouran every day, and even resisted entering that ward and seeing that face. But as he sat on the sofa, all he could think about was the scene in the morning.
　　The hideous wounds, the pale and lifeless face... and that last smile.

　　At the same time, there was still an inexplicable irritability in my heart.
　　When he answered the call, he never thought that Shen Zhouran had actually slit his wrists, thinking that he was deliberately making trouble to gain his attention.
　　That's why I said the phrase "If you want to die, die quickly."

　　Liang Siyan couldn't help shouting, covering half of his face with his hands: "Shabi, will you jump into the river if I ask you to?"

　　The caller's ringtone rang suddenly, startling him.

　　It was a call from a rich second generation who was racing with him. He said that he felt deeply guilty for not helping Liang Siyan find a house in other places. He would be the host to apologize to Liang Siyan tonight. But everyone knows what is actually going on.

　　When Liang Siyan refused, he turned around and said, "Wait."
　　He was not in the right state of mind right now, so he might as well go out and change his mood.

　　There are only a few places that a group of people who like racing often go to. I definitely couldn't go there before, so this time I went to a regular club.

　　Liang Siyan galloped around the racing track, leaving all the inexplicable emotions in his heart behind, and then changed out of his racing clothes and went to the locker room.

　　The dressing room is a separate cubicle with a shower next to it. Several rich second-generation people with different hair colors came in soon, chatted and laughed, and started taking a shower.

　　"Why do you feel that Brother Liang is more angry tonight than last time?"
　　"Nonsense, you have been kicked out of the house, how can you not be angry? I heard that you were forced to apologize to Shen Zhouran." "
　　Damn it, this is It's too miserable."

　　Several people were chatting, and the topic turned to another person.
　　"How smart do you have to be to think of four people chasing each other in arrears? You really think you are a piece of cake, and you don't look at that sick and dying person." "
　　I'm afraid it's not arrears."
　　"It's not arrears. What else could it be?"

　　Another person answered: "It's a shame. One person can't satisfy him."
　　Everyone laughed.

　　Others laughed and said: "You said these people who like to be pressed by men can't last three minutes even if they take medicine? Otherwise, why use the back to feel good?" "
　　It makes sense. After all, it is a waste in a medicine jar. Where can it be used? Women Even if you take off your clothes and lie next to him, you probably won't be able to get hard."

　　Birds of a feather flock together, and people flock together. Liang Siyan is an idler, and most of the people around him are similar, uneducated and incompetent. It's also the age when you're just coming of age and running wild. Whenever you talk about something, your brain will become clear and you will mistake obscenity for romance.

　　"Bang——" A sound startled everyone who spoke.

　　Liang Siyan kicked open the locker room door and swept around them.
　　The face is familiar, but I don't recognize him.
　　Probably the same group of people who usually rush to flatter themselves by smell and taste.

　　"Brother Liang." Someone called him, wondering what was wrong with him.

　　Liang Siyan stood there silently, waiting for everyone to call him again before looking over, with a bad expression on his face: "What are you making a noise about? Don't you know you can't make loud noises in the locker room? Keep your voices down!"

　　Everyone: "..."
　　Is there such a rule in the locker room?

　　Before they could figure out the logical chain here, Liang Siyan had already strode away, his face turned away from them particularly smelly.

　　What happened just now? I actually wanted them to shut up for a moment.

　　There must be something wrong with his brain.