Chapter 27 Part 1: A Sick Person Has Human Rights

Lin Chuji’s hand was held by him, burned by his body heat, making him also feel hot—the August summer was still too stuffy.

But regarding his words, he was still confused: “What do you mean, ‘how to pay me back’?

No need to pay me back.

Isn’t taking care of you what I should do?”

He said it very naturally.

After all, it had all happened because of him.

Xie Yan looked at his eyes, faintly visible in the moonlight, very beautiful.

After a moment, he reacted and let go of his hand, smiling faintly, his tone very casual: “It needs to be paid back.

I don’t like owing people favors.”

Lin Chuji continued wiping, thought for a moment, and decided not to dwell on this matter.

He just said, “We can settle accounts once you’re better.

For now, just rest well, okay?”

Xie Yan didn’t speak, but noticed the way he spoke when giving orders.

Okay?

Alright?

Can I?

Seeming to ask for agreement, but in fact he had already made the decision.

It was just that his gentle manner of speaking made people unconsciously want to comply.

And at this moment, he really couldn’t say anything more to argue.

“How am I supposed to sleep like this?”

Xie Yan’s shirt was open, he looked down at his disheveled state, spread his hands, letting himself be arranged.

“Close your eyes and don’t think about anything,” Lin Chuji said softly, with a commanding tone he hadn’t had before.

Xie Yan indeed didn’t have the strength to argue anymore.

He obediently closed his eyes again.

After losing his vision, his senses became even more acute.

The pressure of his fingers pressing on the cotton ball, the sensation of fabric brushing against skin as he moved, the faint breathing in the quiet room—all could be clearly perceived.

Lin Chuji didn’t know what he was thinking, he just focused on cooling him down.

After the other’s breathing steadied again, he didn’t stop.

It was physical labor, tedious and boring.

As he wiped, he began to observe Xie Yan’s body.

His skin was a healthy wheat color, his lines were beautiful, clean and neat—broad shoulders, narrow waist.

If his hobby wasn’t photography but modeling, he would probably be in high demand.

So, after Xie Yan’s parents died, did the two siblings live off his photography earnings?

Even if there was government compensation for line-of-duty deaths, it was only basic living expenses.

Looking at how Xie Yan and Xie Wan ate and dressed, they weren’t strapped for cash—he even stayed in five-star hotels and never let anyone else suffer.

He must have worked hard and saved up before.

He had only just turned eighteen.

Only one year older than Lin Chuji.

At this moment, Lin Chuji glimpsed a kind of growth completely different from his own.

No matter how controlling his parents were, his basic necessities were always the best.

He had been too shallow before.

Lin Chuji sighed softly.

At four in the morning, Xie Yan’s temperature finally dropped a bit, to 38.5 degrees.

Lin Chuji finally felt relieved.

As he buttoned up his pajamas one by one, he accidentally heard his sleep talk: “Mom…

Dad… run…”

Very low, very hoarse, carrying a hint of restrained pain, as if it were a fragment from some moment in the past, more real than reality.

Lin Chuji froze, not daring to move.

He saw Xie Yan’s brow tightly furrowed, an expression of loss and panic he had never seen before.

His fingers gripped the edge of the bed, prominent veins appearing on his arm from the force.

Lin Chuji stuffed the nearby pillow into his arms, just like the night before.

Then he gradually soothed his stiff fingers, loosening them, letting them rest on the soft pillow.

“It’s okay.

It’s all in the past,” Lin Chuji comforted softly.

“Doctor, save them… please…”

Xie Yan’s voice grew even lower, almost an indistinct whisper.

Lin Chuji could only catch fragments, piecing together a general idea.

Had they been injured on a mission and died despite rescue efforts?

Had Xie Yan been there at the time?

How old was he?

He sounded very young.

Could he really recover from facing such a cruel moment?

Lin Chuji’s mind was a mess, full of questions, but he couldn’t find answers.

He could only carefully reach out his hand, but clumsy as he was, he didn’t know what to say.

He just patted his back lightly, repeating over and over, “You’re sick.

Don’t think about anything else.

Just sleep well.”

Near morning, Lin Chuji was too tired to stay awake any longer.

He ended up curling up and falling asleep by the bedside.

Xie Yan felt a bit of pressure on his chest.

Being sick made him a light sleeper, and the added weight on him, making it a bit hard to breathe, woke him up.

The room was a bit dark, only faint light coming through.

In his arms was still that plump white pillow—probably stuffed there by Lin Chuji.

But this guy really knew how to find a spot.

Although his whole body was twisted, lying by the bedside, his head had unconsciously rested on that pillow.

Xie Yan: “……..”

Are you a little puppy looking for its daddy?

The puppy moved a little closer in his direction, his entire head now completely on the pillow.

Probably afraid of falling off, he instinctively grabbed the edge, his elbow resting on Xie Yan’s waist.

Xie Yan looked helplessly at the ceiling.

Never mind.

Sleep.

Staying up most of the night to keep watch isn’t easy.

After half an hour, he didn’t dare move, his arm a bit sore.

In the end, he propped himself up slightly, lifted Lin Chuji directly onto the bed, moved over a bit to make room for him.

They had slept together so many days anyway.

One more night wouldn’t hurt, Xie Yan thought.

But when he closed his eyes again to fall back asleep, he noticed that the nightmare from before seemed to have disappeared.

He sighed softly in relief, buried his head in the other’s warm neck, and felt a long-lost sense of security.

When Lin Chuji woke up, he noticed he had been moved again.

He had been lying by the bedside, but when he woke up, for the second time, he was being held in Xie Yan’s arms.

Because his temperature hadn’t fully dropped, his skin still carried a burning heat.

He could barely breathe—this guy always held him so tight.

He was also confused.

Xie Yan was sleepwalking again when he held him.

School had barely started and it had already happened twice in a few days.

Wasn’t that too frequent?

Shouldn’t he get it treated?

Lin Chuji frowned and said softly, “Xie Yan, let go of me.”

The other didn’t answer him, but obediently lifted his arm, mumbling, “Tired.”

Lin Chuji quickly climbed out of his arms, stood by the bed, and sighed.

“You go back to sleep.

I need to go out for about two hours.”

After giving his instructions, still worried, he sent a message to Shen Yinan.

[lark]: Xie Yan is sick.

I need to go out.

Can one of you brothers keep an eye on him?

[Shen Yinan]: Sick?

How can his iron body get sick?

What’s up?

Mentioning this made Lin Chuji feel guilty.

He couldn’t exactly take a picture of that ghost boat photo and shove it in his face saying it was because Xie Yan had blocked the water for him.

That would be embarrassing.

He couldn’t say it.

[lark]: It rained yesterday.

He didn’t have an umbrella.

Got soaked.

[Shen Yinan]: Then how come you’re fine?

Lin Chuji: ……

Is this the keenness of a soon-to-be journalism student?

One sentence and he hits the nail on the head.

[lark]: Maybe I have a weak constitution…

[lark]: Hurry up and come.

I’m leaving first.

[Shen Yinan]: Okay, leave it to me.

Lin Chuji washed up, changed clothes, and went home.

Originally, Zhan Wanqiu had stipulated that as a condition for living on campus, he had to come home on weekends.

He had explained a bunch of reasons yesterday, even mentioning that Xie Yan was also there, before she reluctantly let him stay out one night.

As soon as he entered the door, he was caught red-handed by Zhan Wanqiu.

“Why the rush?

What are you doing?”

Lin Chuji was heading to the kitchen, forced to stop, and explained, “I’m going to cook some porridge to take to school.

Xie Yan is sick, running a fever.”

Afraid she would ask a bunch of questions, he also put in a good word for him: “It’s because it rained yesterday, and he lent me his umbrella.”

Zhan Wanqiu nodded, very gratified, and praised, “He really is a good child.

He’s been taking care of you too.”

Lin Chuji felt relieved.

He just found it very strange that she had such an inexplicable fondness towards Xie Yan—someone she had never even met, yet she trusted him this much.

This must be someone’s special charisma.

Unattainable.

Zhan Wanqiu followed him into the kitchen and asked again, “Besides Xie Yan, you haven’t made any other friends in the architecture department, have you?

Mom has told you, there are many bad people in this world.

Don’t trust easily.”

Lin Chuji skillfully washed the rice, watching the water flow, and said self-deprecatingly, “The two classmates I’m slightly closer to are both Xie Yan’s good brothers.

With my personality, who could I get close to?”

Zhan Wanqiu saw his dispirited expression, opened the cabinet to get him a bowl, and softened her attitude.

“Mom is doing this for your own good.

By the way, Qin Yi’s school is right next to yours.

He hasn’t come looking for you, has he?”

Lin Chuji hesitated for a few seconds, afraid she would overthink, and shook his head.

“No.

But I was curious a couple of days ago and searched for his name online.

A painter named Qin Zhishui came up.

Is he a relative?

I don’t think I’ve ever seen him.”

Hearing this name, Zhan Wanqiu’s hand slipped, and the bowl fell to the floor.

The ceramic hit the ground and shattered, pieces scattering everywhere.

The cleaning lady outside heard the noise, hurried in to clean up, and said, “Madam, you two don’t move.

Let me.

It would be bad if you hurt your hands.”

Lin Chuji stepped aside to make room, but his gaze remained on her, very confused.

“Mom, why are you panicking?”

“I’m not.

Just a slip of the hand.”

Zhan Wanqiu forced herself to stay calm.

“That person you mentioned, I don’t know him.

Never heard the name.”

Lin Chuji said “oh” and took ingredients out of the fridge, his expression very calm.

Zhan Wanqiu was still a bit flustered, unable to even control her facial expressions normally.

She lowered her head and sent a message to Lin Zhisong: Qin Zhishui is still at Cambridge, right?

He hasn’t come back, has he?

The other party took a few minutes, as if checking, then replied: No.

I just asked around.

He’s still there.

What’s wrong?

[Are you sure?]

[Are there any entry and exit records to prove it?]

[His job isn’t a professorship—he can quit anytime.]

[Wanqiu, you’re too sensitive.

He really is still in the UK.

What exactly happened?]

Zhan Wanqiu breathed a sigh of relief: Xiao Chu suddenly mentioned his name.

I’m afraid he remembered something.

I’m very scared.

It won’t happen.

It’s been many years.

He doesn’t remember anything.

Lin Zhisong answered her like that.

Lin Chuji had already put the porridge on to cook and was making side dishes.

Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at Zhan Wanqiu.

His mother was always strong-willed, never taking no for an answer.

It was rare to see her this distracted.

He spoke slowly, “What’s really going on?

You look terrible.”

“By the way, you went to the amusement park yesterday, right?

How was it?”

Zhan Wanqiu didn’t continue, changing the subject.

Lin Chuji’s expression softened, and he said quietly, “Very happy.

Xie Yan is a good person, and his little sister is very cute.”

Lin Chuji suddenly remembered his conversation with Xie Yan a couple of days ago.

He had said Xie Wan was worried about being abandoned, afraid that if the distance was too great, her brother would go farther away and truly not want her anymore.

Thinking of this, Lin Chuji hesitated for a few seconds, then spoke again, “Mom, you’ve always wanted another daughter, haven’t you?

Have you considered adoption?”

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