GBT Chapter 19
by VolareJiao Bai felt that he was somehow incompatible with the Shen family.
In order to break free from Kang Bo’s grip and escape his predicament, he paid the price of a fractured left hand, and only returned to Three Middle School after recovering.
And then what? After attending for a month at most, he’s back in the hospital, this time for Shen Er’an.
The same hospital as last time, what a coincidence.
The hospital belongs to the Shen Corporation, so they have to cater to the Shen family’s every whim. Last time, Jiao Bai was a neglected, withering cabbage in the field, but this time, with Shen Young Master escorting him, not only did it cause bewilderment among the medical staff, but his treatment was also vastly different. Jiao Bai smoothly checked into a VIP room, received the best medical services, and a series of examinations went smoothly.
However, this did not alleviate his pain and low spirits.
Jiao Bai collapsed on the hospital bed. The original Wang Chuqiu’s body was a mess, with a whole bunch of problems. After taking over, he wanted to repair it properly, but the dermatitis hadn’t been resolved, and he’d already fractured bones twice, even affecting his coccyx.
The worst part was that in the original story, Liang Dong only broke one rib, but he broke three.
What, did it think his physique was far inferior to Liang Dong, so breaking one wasn’t reasonable, huh?
What the hell.
Jiao Bai was in so much pain that he didn’t dare to cough or take deep breaths. He only dared to take small sips of air, but he was still sweating profusely from the pain, and his limbs felt limp.
No, he had to do some psychological counseling for himself, otherwise he would be swallowed up by negative energy.
So Jiao Bai thought, he was already dead, bleeding all over the ground, his corpse incomplete. He was still alive now only because he was a player, a soul chosen by some mysterious rule.
Then, a series of difficult, passive, and suffering situations were inevitable and had to be overcome.
There’s no such thing as a free lunch in the world.
Furthermore, he was originally supposed to be assigned to another world, dealing with twenty friends, and pulling them one by one into the “My Boyfriend” group, which would have been an R-rated, shura field, chrysanthemum-shattering, shit-yellow existence.
Being able to stay in “Broken Wings” was purely because a code-like error occurred during the transmission process, and he was bound and merged with the dying original owner, Wang Chuqiu, making it impossible to modify and send him back to his correct timeline.
Twenty became eight.
The “My Boyfriend” group became a “what kind of life is this” group of four.
Not R-rated.
That’s good enough, just be secretly happy.
Jiao Bai closed his eyes and curled up the corners of his mouth. Hehe, I’m really a little genius at counseling myself, awesome.
After thinking it through, he felt relieved.
The mission had to be completed, he had to obtain the permanent control of this body, and he couldn’t suffer in vain. He would repay kindness with kindness, and grudges with grudges.
When Shen Er’an entered the ward, he saw Jiao Bai with a smile on his lips. He was stunned for a moment before gently closing the door.
Jiao Bai didn’t open his eyes. It hurt him to even speak now, so he temporarily refused to communicate with Shen Er’an.
Shen Er’an stood by the bed for a while. He lowered his head and relayed the examination results that the doctor had revealed to Jiao Bai.
“No damage to internal organs,” “No surgery required,” “Fixation strap” and other words entered Jiao Bai’s ears. All he could think about was how lucky he was to have turned off the stove before leaving, otherwise the pig’s trotters would have turned to charcoal.
Shen Er’an came every day, three times a day: before school in the morning, during lunch break, and after school in the evening. He stayed for a short time in the morning and at noon, only about ten minutes. In the evening, he stayed longer, about half an hour to an hour. He usually didn’t say anything, just sat there quietly.
Jiao Bai couldn’t get up or lie down properly, so he wanted to restrict his water intake. But the doctor listed how many diseases could be triggered by not drinking water, so he struggled and drank through gritted teeth. Every time Jiao Bai held it in and then couldn’t help but get up to pee, as long as Shen Er’an was nearby, he would immediately come over to help him. After he finished, he carefully helped him lie down again.
Shen Er’an’s technique quickly changed from clumsy to skilled, like a professional caregiver. He had obviously learned it specifically to take good care of Jiao Bai, knowing how to do it to avoid straining Jiao Bai’s fractures as much as possible.
But Jiao Bai wasn’t frightened by Shen Er’an’s care, nor was he so moved that he couldn’t control himself. Because “Broken Wings” had related information, and Shen Er’an had taken care of Liang Dong, who had broken ribs for him, in the same way.
The identity of a close friend had really been grafted onto Jiao Bai’s head.
On the third day of hospitalization, Jiao Bai’s pain had eased somewhat. In the morning, he heard the “Your friend is online” notification sound and looked at Shen Er’an, who pushed open the door and entered the ward. His voice was dry and hoarse as he asked, “How many?”
This question came without any preamble, abruptly, but Shen Er’an understood. He said, “Seven.”
Jiao Bai blinked. The original bleak and gray Cheng Mountain on Shen Er’an’s profile picture had rejuvenated and had a little bit of green.
Shen Er’an had returned to his residence after school before coming. He placed the cloth bag he was carrying on the table: “Not enough?”
Jiao Bai came back to his senses: “It’s enough. I want to ask you a question, come sit down.”
Shen Er’an moved a chair and sat beside the bed.
So Jiao Bai got to admire Shen Er’an’s stunning beauty up close. Those guys were pretty smart, knowing to avoid his face.
They must have all known that as long as they didn’t create external injuries that anyone could see at a glance, there wouldn’t be any problems.
Because according to Shen Er’an’s character, he wouldn’t share his joys and sorrows with anyone, let alone let anyone know about the wounds under his clothes.
Jiao Bai stared blankly at Shen Er’an’s long, dense eyelashes. What question should he ask? There wasn’t anything good to ask, right? He didn’t care about the lives of those guys anyway.
No, there was something he wanted to ask. He thought about which one to ask first. Jiao Bai said “Eh” and then said, “I didn’t speak these past few days because I was in a lot of pain, not because I was deliberately ignoring you and leaving you hanging.” He said without thinking, “My back is a little itchy, can you scratch it for me?”
Shen Er’an raised his head, not saying anything.
The atmosphere was a little awkward.
Jiao Bai muttered to himself, “Am I asking for death by having a future scum gong scratch my back? Or should I not…”
Before his mental activity was over, a shadow appeared before his eyes.
Shen Er’an stood up, leaned over, and his clean fingers touched the back of Jiao Bai’s hospital gown, pulling it open a little.
“Here?” Shen Er’an’s breath was warm, but his fingertips were a little cool.
Jiao Bai got goosebumps where he was touched: “Down, further down, left, right, right, right, right there, harder, harder, put some strength into it, no, Shen Young Master, can you use a little strength?!”
Shen Er’an pursed his lips: “I’m afraid it will hurt you.”
“It’s not like the itchy spot is where my ribs are broken… hiss,” Jiao Bai became agitated and felt pain. He closed his mouth, and Shen Er’an slightly increased the force, just a little bit, very cautiously.
“Okay, okay, okay, that’s enough.” The tone of the second half of Jiao Bai’s sentence was obviously much more relaxed, he felt comfortable.
Shen Er’an sat back down, his hands on his legs, a pair of eyes that seemed to be full of gray, dry stories, but were also particularly pure, looked over.
“There’s no need to say thank you.” Jiao Bai pulled up the corners of his bloodless, dry lips, “The situation was urgent at the time, and I rushed over without thinking. If I had calmed down and thought about it, I definitely wouldn’t have had the courage and guts.”
It took Shen Er’an a long time to open his mouth: “Why, in that place?”
“To find you, of course.” Jiao Bai said as a matter of course, “We’re roommates, you hadn’t come back so late, I had to go out and look for you.”
Shen Er’an looked at him for a while: “That place is far from the community.”
Jiao Bai glared at him, why did he keep asking? What answer did he want to hear, he would follow it?
Shen Er’an lowered his eyes and looked at the blue striped sheet on the bed, not saying anything.
Jiao Bai was very dizzy, and he even had double vision. He struggled to cheer up, controlling the frequency and intensity of his breathing so that he wouldn’t be in so much pain: “Didn’t your family send anyone to protect you?”
Shen Er’an was silent.
Jiao Bai sighed: “You’re also a Young Master, after all.”
Shen Er’an gently and slowly stroked a corner of the sheet. There was no sympathy or pity in this person’s words. He didn’t need these either.
But,
There wasn’t even a hint of surprise.
Shen Er’an then felt relieved. This person could come into contact with the servants and bodyguards of Qin Lin Garden, Kang Bo, Qi Shuang, Grandma, and his father. Then the other party could guess what kind of relationship the Shen family father and son had.
Jiao Bai knew, but he didn’t find out through the people around him. He had read the comic, and he knew how much Shen Er’an was disliked by Old Shen Dog.
And the Old Lady, she couldn’t be fair. A grandson who came from the belly of a tea-picking woman who couldn’t be brought to the table was far less important than her youngest son, who she had given birth to with great difficulty. When there was no need to choose, the Old Lady was a good Chinese grandmother. Once there was a need to choose, she would not hesitate to choose the person in power of the Shen Corporation.
Jiao Bai guessed that after Shen Er’an got into a fight at school that time, the Old Lady should have arranged someone, but they were withdrawn by Old Shen Dog?
Old Shen Dog would also have illegitimate children.
That was after Shen Er’an graduated from university.
That is to say, the mother of the illegitimate child hadn’t met Old Shen Dog yet.
Jiao Bai moved his body slightly. He definitely couldn’t reveal spoilers. If it spread… wow, come and see, this person has the ability to predict the future! Arrest him!
“At our age, we’re all a bit arrogant, thinking we’re so awesome.” Jiao Bai’s tone was very calm, but his eyes were extremely bright. “That’s an illusion. We’re not awesome at all. We’re just ordinary teenagers in ordinary adolescence. Ordinary people, flesh and blood, have only one life.”
Shen Er’an looked at him blankly.
Jiao Bai didn’t look into Shen Er’an’s eyes. He faced the ceiling, his neck pale, his lines fragile, like a swan on the verge of death, but he had a strength, no matter how many times he was knocked down by fate, he could always get up, as long as there was breath, there was hope.
“Do you understand what I mean? If your family doesn’t care about you, you have to find a way to protect yourself.”
Jiao Bai then said, “Or, should I lend you some money?”
Shen Er’an: “…”
Jiao Bai: “…”
It shouldn’t be, the Old Lady wouldn’t be so harsh on her grandson’s living expenses.
Shen Young Master wasn’t particular about his clothes, and the collar of the shirt inside his school uniform was pilling. It wasn’t because he was poor, he just didn’t covet material things.
Sure enough, Jiao Bai heard Shen Er’an say, “I, have money.”
“There are also people who use it.” Shen Er’an stood by the bed with his head lowered, and said in a low voice, “I, will, be careful.”
Jiao Bai nodded, it seemed that this Young Master previously thought it wasn’t necessary, but he would be more careful in the future. He took a few breaths: “My phone is in the pants I changed out of, did you see it?”
Shen Er’an stroked his fingertips again and again, his eyes not knowing where to land.
Jiao Bai sensed a trace of an unusual atmosphere. Had this Young Master entered some strange mode after he was injured?
After a while, Shen Er’an slowly said, “When I was washing your clothes, I forgot to take your phone out.”
Jiao Bai felt like he couldn’t understand Mandarin anymore: “Wait, you washed my clothes? You washed them for me?”
Shen Er’an was a little stunned by his big reaction: “I washed them at the same time.”
Jiao Bai was speechless. Was there such a thing as washing them at the same time? Bro, you’re the main gong of this world.
“Is my phone still alive?” Jiao Bai calmed down, “Calm down.”
Shen Er’an nodded: “Alive.” He paused slightly, picked at his smooth nails, like a child who had done something wrong. “The sticker on the phone case is broken.”
“If the sticker is broken, it’s broken, it’s a small matter. I thought the phone had died tragically. Then bring it to me next time you come to the hospital.” Jiao Bai had passed the most difficult stage, and he was alive again, so he missed his confidante on his phone. Jiao Bai wasn’t worried about Shen Er’an seeing the privacy on his phone, he had double insurance with a password lock and a fingerprint lock. Moreover, the privacy only involved Zhang Zhen.
Shen Er’an suddenly said, “You have friends, need, to contact?”
“No,” Jiao Bai squinted, “I’m just bored.”
Shen Er’an didn’t say anything else.
Jiao Bai’s throat was itchy, and he couldn’t help coughing, which caused him to scream like a pig being slaughtered, and tears streamed down his face.
Shen Er’an wanted to call the doctor, but Jiao Bai stopped him. What was the point of calling? Could the doctor take the pain for him?
Jiao Bai didn’t dare to cough again for a short time, even though the doctor encouraged him to cough.
The atmosphere in the ward was heavy and depressing. Shen Er’an seemed to be trying to find a topic: “That night in the Fu Yuan Building lounge…”
What, what? Jiao Bai’s spirits perked up a little.
Shen Er’an objectively evaluated: “You acted a little, too much.”
Jiao Bai: “…” Some things are better left unsaid.
However, Shen Young Master clearly knew he was acting, so why did he fall for it? Probably Qi Zi Zhi could also see it.
After all, Jiao Bai’s acting was so bad that he wanted to vomit himself.
But the tears were real. Five drops.
“You often act, you’re always acting.” Shen Er’an pulled the corner of the curtain tightly, not letting a bit of light shine on the person on the bed.
Jiao Bai looked strange. What did Shen Er’an mean? Was he addicted to watching the show and had become his fan?
However, he wasn’t acting before. He was really uncomfortable: “I can’t lie down, I want to get up and sit.”
Shen Er’an tightened his face, which hadn’t shed its greenness: “In a few days, it will, be a little better.” His tone lowered, and became much gentler, “You, endure it.”
“Okay, I’ll endure it.”
Jiao Bai forced himself to sleep. It would be better if he fell asleep. When his head was heavy, he heard Shen Er’an’s hoarse and muffled voice, “When you first came to Three Middle School, why, did you deliberately, do those things that disgusted me?”
The word “deliberately” made Jiao Bai wake up immediately. He thought of many countermeasures in an instant, but in the end, he just kicked the ball back to the server: “Did you find it disgusting?”
“Doesn’t, matter.” Shen Er’an faced the curtain, his long, dense eyelashes drooped, casting a shallow fan shadow under his eyelids.
Jiao Bai laughed: “Shen Young Master, since it doesn’t matter, then why are you asking me this question?”