Chapter 68: Leaving Hospital (2/2)

Zhishu He didn't want to stay in the hospital but didn't want to throw cold water on his kindness.

Next second, a slender finger poked lightly his cheek. Zhishu He froze, he heard Ziyu's helpless voice saying, ”No dimples whether you smile or twitch your mouth.” His face emaciated so fast, and the dimples were gone long time ago.

”I don't want them anyway. Why does a man need dimples? I don't want to be sweet.” He smiled.

Ziyu Ai didn't reply because the doctor just came in to change his infusion bottle.

”Thank you.” Ziyu Ai looked at the warmed bottle, impressed by his sincerity. He was also a doctor, so he knew how busy this line of work was. If it wasn't for Zhishu He, he would not want to trouble any medical workers.

”It's fine. We are both doctors.” The doctor smiled and walked away. As he left, he looked sympathetically at Zhishu He and before he walked out of the door, his eyes were fixated on Ziyu Ai. Ziyu felt the cold touch of the eyes was so difficult to be ignored.

Afternoon, Ziyu took Zhishu out of the hospital. He bought him a cup of soybean milk outside the building. ”You had nothing yesterday. Empty stomach courts more discomfort.” Street food wasn't the best, in Ziyu Ai’s mind, he was picturing the fully equipped apartment in Yangzhou where he could make fresh soybean milk for Zhishu.

Since he was with Zhishu, Ziyu had more and more snacks in his car, mostly Chinese dates or Ejiao (donkey-hide gelatin) or whatnot. Zhishu teased him, ”If someone else is in your car, they may think of you a super girlfriend-carer.”

Ziyu Ai laughed, ”Don't I care you enough?” His last syllables still sounded cheeky.

Zhishu He wasn't feeling well and he knew he wouldn't win the debate so he just sat there coughing instead of giving a response.

Suddenly, he had intense coughs that even shocked himself. He turned back to get a tissue at the backseat and spit blood on it.

Ziyu Ai's face turned undecipherable.

”Oral hemorrhage,” Zhishu He wadded up the tissue and stuffed it into his pocket, ”It's fine. I would puke blood covering the floor before. But here I am, still alive and well.”

‘Silly, are you... well?’

”Yeah, whatever you say is right,” Ziyu Ai's cheerful tone indulged Zhishu but he couldn't even bear to look at him, ”I'll cook you some livers to enrich your blood then.”

Human memory is powerful. Reflexes came in at the wrong time. Reminiscence caught Zhishu He totally off guard.

There once was a man walking out with a long face after their fight. When he came back, he had cooked livers in his hand, which he said were the replenishment of blood for Zhishu's nosebleed.

Memory and reflexes overpower love.