The Big Boss' Medicine 23

After Yan Shen left, the doctor's medical worker instincts vaguely felt something was off, but after flipping through this patient's medical records over and over, he ultimately couldn't analyze the reason.

All of Yan Shen's data was very normal, so normal that he had no way to intervene.

The only thing that seemed a bit out of place was probably the frequency of a certain activity. Although it was a bit high compared to ordinary people, considering Yan Shen was in the prime of his life and had excellent physical fitness, it shouldn't be a big problem.

Perplexedly adjusting his glasses that were sliding down his nose bridge, the doctor couldn't help muttering in his heart, could it be because of this?

Although in principle, harmonious sex life for the patient was beneficial for easing emotions and could be considered indirectly advantageous for treatment, he had never heard of such a claim in the medical field that high frequency sex could have such a strong positive impact on the condition.

He was probably overthinking it.

The human brain was very mysterious. Modern medical technology was far from being able to uncover all the secrets of the brain. In the process of psychological treatment, all kinds of untraceable accidents could happen at any time.

......

When Yan Shen got home, Su Duan had not woken up from his afternoon nap yet.

He had gone directly to his private doctor after handling company matters, because he was a bit worried the youth would give something away in front of the doctor, so he simply planned to take the youth along and directly let him stay home to sleep.

Not only did Su Duan's every move resemble a silly little hamster, even his sleeping posture was like one. Lying on his side with his body slightly curled up, he wrapped the blanket very tightly, half his face buried in the soft pillow, his chin tip covered by the bedding, only half of his pink, sleeping face exposed. His soft black hair fell messily on his cheeks, his eyelashes lowered, casting a shadow on his face.

Perhaps it was due to low alertness in a familiar place, the sound of Yan Shen pushing the door open didn't wake him up. He was still sleeping, completely unaware.

Seeing him like this, Yan Shen reflexively wanted to tease him a bit, but when he bent down and his lips were about to land on the youth's steamed bun-like cheeks, he suddenly remembered he couldn't wake him up. His movements paused slightly, and in the end he only tilted his head and lightly touched the youth's fine, soft hair with his lips.

Just as he was about to straighten up, the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of a silver metal cylindrical object sticking out from under the pillow.

It was a tactical pen he had bought for Su Duan for self-defense that could be used as a spike when uncapped.

Speaking of which, his condition had stabilized during this period in a way that was really beyond his expectations. Originally, he thought the condition would definitely rebound after stopping the medication. He had even made all the preparations for it, but after waiting left and right, not only did the condition not rebound, it was even more stable than before stopping the medication.

Except for the first time when he went too far and the other person couldn't get out of bed, Yan Shen controlled it very well the next few times. He persisted with the sustainable development principle of "small amount, multiple times", nibbling on the little hamster every day with relish. The self-defense tools he prepared for the little hamster had never been used.

Although there was always an inexplicably good feeling in his heart, no matter what, a stable condition was much better than deterioration.

After being distracted for a moment, Yan Shen pushed the exposed tactical pen further under the pillow.

However, as soon as his fingertips exerted some force, his specially trained body reflexively told him that the weight of this tactical pen was a bit off.

Hesitating for a few seconds, Yan Shen simply pulled the pen out from under the pillow.

With a click, the pen cap opened. Where there should have been a cold, shining spike, it was now empty.

There were no cracks at the broken part. It could be seen that skill was used when removing the spike.

Yan Shen held the pen, lowered his eyes to look at the youth who was still curled up like a shrimp, sleeping soundly, unaware that his secret actions had been exposed. His eyes were surging with a sheet of darkness, not knowing what he was thinking.

......

After groggily opening his eyes, Su Duan vaguely saw a tall figure sitting by the bed.

His mind was still in a half-dazed, half-awake state. His body, already extremely familiar with the other party's aura, automatically leaned over.

Kicking the blanket with his feet, Su Duan rolled over and smoothly rolled to the man's side. Stretching out his arms, he hugged the man's lean and powerful waist, his cheeks expertly rubbing against the hard abs through the thin shirt.

Throughout the whole process, his eyes were half-closed, looking dazed, obviously accustomed to doing this. Relying solely on inertia, he could accurately complete this series of actions.

Yan Shen raised the hand that wasn't holding the pen, his warm palm falling on Su Duan's hair and cheeks, occasionally wandering towards his neck.

Su Duan rubbed against him for a while, as if being lazy, and finally decided to wake up. Opening his black eyes that still carried a layer of hazy mist, he called out to him softly, "Shen Shen."

Yan Shen responded with a hum, and as usual, lowered his head to touch his lips, kissing away the last trace of laziness from his little hamster's body.

After his lips were kissed red and slightly swollen, Su Duan was released. His eyes had already become bright and shiny.

He propped himself up with his arms and crawled up from the bed, preparing to go to the bathroom to freshen up. He asked Yan Shen, "How long have you been back? Why didn't you call me?" After saying that, he slowly yawned, his body swaying on the soft bed.

Afraid that he would flop down on the bed with a thud, Yan Shen reached out and grabbed his waist. "Not long, about ten minutes. Seeing you sleeping soundly, I didn't disturb you."

Because he was standing on the bed, Su Duan's position was very lofty. Lowering his head, he could see Yan Shen's neck with slightly bulging veins, the top three buttons of his shirt unbuttoned, revealing sunken collarbones and the depression between them.

The man's eyes looking up at him were black and deep, like a bottomless abyss, but the curve of his eyelashes was very curled, making the surging emotions in his eyes particularly distinct.

Su Duan originally opened his mouth to say something, but looking at the man's eyelashes that were even more delicate than his own, he suddenly felt his hands itch. He also forgot to respond, staring straight ahead as he reached out and flicked them a couple of times.

No matter how strong a person was, the eyes were always an unavoidable weakness. Such a sensitive place like the eyelashes being messed with by someone on a whim, even Yan Shen couldn't help closing his eyes.

But he had one hand around Su Duan's waist to help stabilize his body, and the other hand was still holding that tactical pen. He couldn't free up an extra hand to stop the little hamster's fiddling actions on his body. The hand holding the pen reflexively lifted halfway and then stopped. He called out in a deep voice, "Duan Duan."

"...Oh." Su Duan finally realized that he had just made a move like teasing a virtuous man. Looking at his hand that was committing a crime, he blinked his eyes and quickly withdrew it.

He placed his hand on Yan Shen's hand that was holding his waist, and was about to say "I'm going to wash up", when he noticed Yan Shen holding a silver object in his other hand.

It seemed a bit familiar—

After taking a closer look, he found that it was one of the many anti-pervert devices that he had destroyed, and it was pried open, exposing the already damaged interior. Su Duan glanced down at Yan Shen's eyes, which seemed especially deep today for some reason, and finally froze in a delayed manner.

He was caught.

Feeling the body under his palm quickly stiffen, the little hamster who was caught doing something bad quickly began to "play dead". A trace of helpless smile flashed in Yan Shen's eyes. He casually threw the tactical pen that no longer had much lethality onto the bed, and his other hand also touched Su Duan's waist. With a little skillful force from both hands, the youth's body, which was still a bit thin after being fed for a month, fell into his arms.

Looking down at the little hamster whose eyes were wide open, Yan Shen also reached out to brush Su Duan's eyelashes, as if to retaliate for his previous behavior, and asked blandly, "Little rascal, your claws are so sharp, when did you do this mischief?"

Like Su Duan's appearance, his eyelashes were also extremely obedient, fine and dense, long and slightly drooping. When they fell, they were like a neat little fan, often fanning Yan Shen until he couldn't find his bearings.

Su Duan's eyelash roots were itchy from his teasing, but because he was caught doing something bad, he didn't have the confidence to stop Yan Shen's behavior like Yan Shen had just done to him. He could only blink his eyes in a compromised manner and say softly, "Not...not long ago..."

That means he did it a long time ago.

The little hamster's lying skills were not high, at least in the eyes of Yan Shen who had dealt with who knows how many shrewd people, it was clumsy and could be seen through at a glance.

When lying, he would also subconsciously bite his lower lip, like a little hamster pretending to have a lot of food and confidence by puffing up its cheeks, but in fact it was just a big fluffy ball of cotton candy that would collapse a big chunk with a single poke.

Without responding to Su Duan's words, under the nervous gaze of the little hamster in his arms, Yan Shen moved the pillow away and took out the scattered items underneath one by one and disassembled them.

No matter how he pressed the high-powered flashlight, it wouldn't light up. Yan Shen unscrewed the back cover with one hand, only to find that the place where the battery should have been was empty.

The stun baton was not easy to disassemble, but when the gear button was pressed, the indicator light did not light up at all, and there was no feeling when touching it with fingertips, indicating that the internal circuit must have been artificially destroyed.

The anti-pervert spray did make a full sound of water when shaken, but when the nozzle was pressed, what came out was colorless and odorless clear water. A small bottle was diligently sprayed, probably not even enough to wash the face of the person to be guarded against.

......

For a while, the only sound in the air was the slight noise made when the devices were disassembled. With this noise, the soft body in Yan Shen's arms also became more and more stiff. At first, it would still wriggle restlessly a few times, as if wanting to crawl out of Yan Shen's arms, but after all, Yan Shen was a person who had practiced a lot of fighting skills. He slightly changed the angle of force of his arms holding the person, and Su Duan's small frame with thin arms and legs was completely suppressed.

By the time Yan Shen threw the last destroyed item onto the bed, the body in his arms seemed to have completely given up struggling and stopped moving altogether.

After checking all the devices and making sure that none of them were intact, Yan Shen finally swept a glance at these things that had been dismantled into pieces. He used a little force with his hands to pinch Su Duan's arms that were all soft flesh, and commented in an unreadable tone, "To be able to dismantle all of these, you must have worked hard."

After a long time without hearing a response, Yan Shen had a premonition. He lowered his head and saw that the little hamster in his arms had already lowered his obedient eyelashes at some point and closed his eyes peacefully.