Lying on the bed, surrounded by a group of white coats, Jun Ye listened to their discussions with a bewildered expression.
“Recovering quite well.”
“Body metrics are only slightly below the average person.”
“Not bad, not bad. Rest well and get some sun. Of course, don’t stay out too long. How about an hour a day?”
“Maybe 45 minutes would be better.”
“Alright, 45 minutes it is.”
Jun Ye: “…”
Alright my foot! My body is clearly weak and on the verge of collapse!
But Jun Ye couldn’t speak at all now. Every time he tried, it turned into a fit of coughing.
The doctors seemed completely unfazed, as if to them, him being alive was already a miracle.
After the doctors cheerfully left, leaving only a young doctor who had been pushed into a corner at the beginning, Jun Ye was handed a cup of warm water.
“You, drink slowly…” The young doctor held the cup with one hand and supported Jun Ye with the other, letting him lean against his shoulder to help him sit up, whispering softly, “Don’t choke…”
Jun Ye felt extremely annoyed inwardly.
When had he ever been coddled like this before? This posture was so awkward.
Damn weak and helpless body, even weaker than a mermaid…
Adhering to the good traditions, Jun Ye drank the water completely.
Jun Ye sighed deeply, lying back on the raised bed at the head, about to thank the young doctor when he looked up and met the abnormally red cheeks of the young doctor.
Jun Ye: “…”
Could it be what he was thinking?
He had just seen a nurse wearing a pink uniform; this couldn’t be a world where everyone was gay, right? Young man, your sexual orientation is quite dangerous!
Before he could express his gratitude, Jun Ye continued coughing, and discreetly moved away.
The young doctor immediately got up. “I-I’ll go get you another glass of water!”
Struggling to raise his head from the pillow pressed down by the doctor, Jun Ye croaked, “No, cough! Cough! No need, cough…”
“Then… I’ll just open the window a bit. The chief said you need some fresh air.” The young doctor hurriedly went to open the window slightly, then turned back with a hopeful look at Jun Ye.
Jun Ye: “…”
Is this supposed to be a compliment?
Jun Ye cleared his throat, intending to say something, when he heard the sound of footsteps, somewhat familiar. Instinctively, he turned his head to look.
Dang dang dang…
A tall, black-haired man in a coat and wearing a mask knocked on the open door of the room. He calmly glanced at Jun Ye and the young doctor before lowering his head and pushing a cleaning cart into the room.
The young doctor instantly became flustered, as if caught doing something improper. His body stiffened, face flushed, neck reddened, fingers twisting together.
“Um… I-I have other case files to organize. I’ll come see you later,” the young doctor said, darting out of the room as if escaping. Along the way, he almost tripped over the mop the masked man had taken out, causing him to stumble.
The tall man with the mask acted as if nothing had happened, continuing to clean the floor methodically. He seemed oblivious to the young doctor’s awkwardness.
The man’s stature was tall and muscular, and even though he had to bend over to hold the mop handle, he did so with a firm grip. Each movement appeared as if he were wielding a deadly weapon, ready to strike.
As Jun Ye watched the man’s strong and agile movements while mopping, his expression changed several times, his mood becoming complicated.
In his mind, the solitary assassin or mercenary was the image he had of the man.
But now, the man was wearing a white coat, cleaning in front of him as if he were a janitor.
Was that night just a dream?
No, those eyes, that demeanor, and the muscles on his body… such a vivid dream couldn’t possibly be real.
Jun Ye opened his mouth to ask about the events of the previous night, but his weakened body betrayed him, turning his words into a fit of coughing.
Jun Ye lay on the pillow, trembling from the coughing fit, unable to see how the “janitor’s” movements became increasingly mechanical, clearly distracted.
The single-person ward was quite spacious, perhaps even larger than the solitary apartment of the taciturn man.
So much so that even after the “janitor” meticulously cleaned for over an hour, there were still several areas left untouched, including the vicinity of Jun Ye’s bed.
Jun Ye sat on the bed, tinkering with the personal terminal of this world.
“Ordinary person, awakened, guide, sentinel, quantum beast, fusion, physiological heat…”
The more Jun Ye read, the more his eyelids twitched. His mind was too tightly wound, to the point where he even forgot to cough.
Jun Ye raised his hand, held his breath, and carefully selected the personal information page on the terminal.
On the screen was the avatar of a delicate young man, with a sickly pale complexion, the type that could be easily pushed over.
Name: Haifei
Gender: Guide (male)
Jun Ye fell silent, a feeling of “I knew it” rising in his heart.
Thinking back to the female Zerg in the first mission world, the mermaid in the second, and now this guide who was only labeled as “male”…
These bodies, always destined to endure1to bottom, the garbage system definitely had a conspiracy.
Thinking of the red bold “PS” in the system space, “Don’t do anything beyond your identity”… Could it mean he couldn’t sleep with the mission target?
Could this be a top-tier little zero2A shou/uke/bottom system?
Jun Ye turned his head to look at the “janitor” wiping the bedside cabinet.
Ah, the sturdy muscles that even the long robe couldn’t hide, stretching the clothes to the brim, full and well-proportioned, probably feels…
Ahem, he’s just looking, with no other thoughts.
The “janitor” looked up at this moment, their eyes meeting.
Jun Ye: “Um, can you change my bedsheet and blanket? I feel like this one is a bit thin and not keeping me warm.”
As Jun Ye said this, he tried hard to divert his gaze from the person’s waist and below.
Jun Ye found it strange himself, whether it was Colonel Gu or the taciturn man, he seemed to be easily attracted to his mission targets.
Like now, he had never thought he would be interested in a man’s muscles before. His past partners weren’t of this type either.
The young master, needless to say, despite his firm resolve to develop a big chest, only ended up widening his waist.
As for Colonel Gu, being a military officer, albeit in a non-combat role, he still had distinct chest and abdominal muscles. However, because he couldn’t overcome his fear of water, his abs gradually became a single block…
Every day was spent coaxing him to exercise, and getting him to move once was more difficult than having him give ten kisses. Keeping those muscles took effort.
But as for himself, he not only developed abs, but also strengthened his tail muscles under Colonel Gu’s wraps.
…
Jun Ye began to question his own interests, while the man on the ground glanced at Jun Ye’s body wrapped in a white blanket. After a while, he spoke with a slightly deep voice, “You should find a sentinel.”
After saying this, the janitor turned around, hastily grabbed the cleaning tools onto the cart, and regardless of the unfinished room, hurriedly pushed the cart out of the ward.
Leaving Jun Ye staring blankly at the doorway.
Why should he find a sentinel? He should explain it clearly!
Was he supposed to find a sentinel to change his bedsheet? Or find one to tuck him in? The difference was significant!
Jun Ye spent the whole day without seeing the janitor again. A nurse in a pink uniform came to examine him once, followed by the same young doctor who said they would assist him in sunbathing.
Jun Ye remained serious, insisting that he needed a wheelchair. He knew his body, and in his current condition, he couldn’t walk more than a few steps.
Having the doctor assist him… he was afraid the doctor might get the wrong idea and think he had feelings for him.
So, in the end, Jun Ye found himself sitting in a wheelchair, with a warm blanket over his legs.
The young doctor pushed from behind, talking about the scenery in the hospital park every few steps, and asking after Jun Ye’s well-being.
Jun Ye felt the atmosphere had gone too far.
And he also had a feeling of being watched.
As if someone were lurking in the shadows, observing him with cold eyes.
Like being targeted by a hunter, yet also like a large prey silently preparing to counterattack.
Jun Ye couldn’t help but grip the blanket on his legs tightly, his heart beating excitedly.
On the rooftop of the hospital, a black bird flapped its wings and took flight.
…
It was night.
Jun Ye was clearly aware that he was asleep, yet in the luxurious ward on the top floor of the hospital, he felt as if he were floating, as if something were pulling him.
Then, Jun Ye heard the sound of spraying water.
Some of it hit the tiled floor, while the rest was intercepted in mid-air, sliding down along the contours of the muscles…
Sensations suddenly became clear at this moment, like the world coming back to life.
Jun Ye opened his eyes and saw the cold white light, the steam rising from the bathroom, the spraying water, and also… the robust figure between the steam and water.
The black-haired man paused in wiping his neck, then turned his head to look to the left.
A spiritual body in a hospital gown appeared faintly amidst the steaming mist.
Jun Ye…. you’re getting down the rabbit hole my dear x’D
Thank you for reading
