Chapter 3 - Returning to the Hospital (1/2)

Chapter 3: Returning to the Hospital

Translator: Léon

Just being out for such a while, Shi Chen sent himself back again into the hospital now. After going through all the tiring procedures of examination, the intravenous drip and the medicine, Chen felt that half of his life had given out.

Shi Chen grew up in an orphanage, so he was crystal clear that he was different from those kids who had moms and dads. When he got sick, nobody would take care of him, let alone give him the money to pay for medicine. Fortunately, his body didn’t get him into a lot of trouble for he seldom got ill all these years. It was the first time that he truly felt how painful it was when getting sick.

It was a fucking torture.

“Stop crying.”

“Who cries?” As soon as he finished the words, Shi Chen froze for he found his voice was not as usual. He raised his hand and had a touch around the corner of his eyes. It was wet.

Oh, my God. Ke Zhen just had fucking no tolerance to pain! Anyway, he was an adult man. A few groans would be the most for him,

Shi Chen sniffed and rubbed his face on the pillow, unwilling to speak. On the one hand, he felt humiliated. On the other hand, he just had no single strength left. He was too tired.

Qing Bo bent down and sat on the edge of the sickbed. He stretched out his hand and intended to take off Chen’s clothes, directly making Chen scared out. Chen held his hands tightly around his collar and recoiled in fear, “What are you going to do?”

Qing Bo raised his eyebrows, “What do you think I’m going to do?”

Chen was so pissed off, “You a monster! You’re still having the idea of fucking me while I’ve been reduced to this!”

Bo stared at Chen’s eyes for a moment, then suddenly said, “Now I believe it.”

“What do you believe?”

“I believe you really suffer from memory loss.”

“Oh.” Chen moved back “Of course it’s true. I’ll be a psycho to make fun of such kind of thing.”

“Well, you are in fact ill now.”

Why did his word just not come out right? Chen curled his lips and took a disdainful glance of Bo. Then Chen lay down onto the pillow. “Just a little problem. I’ll be fully recovered after finishing with the intravenous drip and having a night of sleep. You can just go back.”

Bo said, “Are you driving me away?”

Chen replied, “I just don’t want you to get too tired. Don’t you have to work tomorrow?”

Bo smiled, “Great, now you know to care for others.”

Chen closed his eyes. He really didn’t want to talk anymore. He felt so sleepy.

Qing Bo sat there quietly, waiting for Chen to fall asleep. Then he got up, went into the bathroom and brought a basin of hot water out. Bo carefully wiped Chen’s body with a towel. Chen was very alert even during his sleep. When the towel reached between his legs he woke up with a jerk. Before he started swearing, Bo raised his hand and patted him on his thigh, “You’re in a sweat.”

Only then did Chen notice the towel in Bo’s hand, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and lay back softly.

“Put your legs further apart.”

Chen half closed his eyes and did what he asked obediently. They were a couple, so they must have done what a couple was supposed to do and they must have seen each other’s body as well. It would be too unreasonable for him if he struggled and resisted his touching at such a time.

So, Chen lay on the sickbed comfortably, and without knowing it, he fell asleep again.

And Chen had a sex dream.

In the dream, someone licked his body and masturbated him. It couldn’t be more exciting.

Chen stayed in the hospital for another week. It was in the summer, but he was having warm water and hot stomach-tailored porridge every day. Life was rather miserable for him.

Finally, the day came when he could be discharged from the hospital. Bo’s secretary came to deal with the discharge papers, and Feng Ma helped pack things up, so there was nothing for Chen to do. Chen called Yunsheng Liang as soon as he got dressed. Hearing that Liang was just on the way to the patient department, Chen yelled excitedly, “Don’t need to come up here. Just wait for me at the gate.” Then he grabbed his phone and rushed out of the door of his ward.

“Liangzi!” Off the elevator, Chen ran straight to Liang, who was waiting at the gate, grabbed him by his arm and said excitedly, “Let’s go to eat ice!”

Liang showed a black face, “Eat your head.”

Chen held his face in cupped hands and shook his head, “My head is so cute. Are you willing to eat it?”

A little embarrassed, Liang turned his face aside, “Stop it.”

Chen put down his hands and stamped his feet angrily, “Huh, I’m not kidding! I really want to eat ice! I’m dying for it.”

“You’re talking of nonsense.” Liang frowned. “It’s not that I don’t allowed you to eat ice, but you really can’t eat it.”