The drunkard pulled him back, holding him, not letting him go. His pale face still had a smile, but in Qing Yi’s eyes, that smile made his heart ache endlessly.
"I’m a doctor myself, why look for a doctor?"
"Haven’t you heard that doctors can’t treat themselves? Doctors can’t be patients?" Qing Yi was anxious.
"It’s really nothing, just go back and take some stomach medicine." The drunkard said while grabbing Qing Yi’s arm and walking forward, but he couldn’t straighten his back due to the stomach pain.
Watching the drunkard struggle to walk, Qing Yi stood still, unwilling to move. His face, usually gentle and smiling, carried a hint of anger.
The drunkard looked at Qing Yi, saw he was angry, felt bitter inside, but still smiled: "It’s really nothing, this stomach pain is just temporary. Maybe it will be fine even before we get to Wu Garden, and even if I go to see the doctor, they will just prescribe stomach medicine. Their stomach medicine isn’t as good as mine."
"..." Qing Yi remained unmoved, still looking at him, as if he wouldn’t relent unless the drunkard agreed to see a doctor.
"Jun Moyan is probably waiting anxiously, let’s hurry up." The drunkard tried to use Jun Moyan as an excuse to pull Qing Yi again, thinking it would work, but Qing Yi unexpectedly replied.
"Young Master Shangguan can drive back himself."
"Seems like I’m more important than him," the drunkard smiled again, feeling uncontrollably happy inside.
"Young Master Shangguan has people caring for him, you’re different."
"What’s different? Don’t I have you?"
"..." Qing Yi’s heart skipped a beat, but soon calmed down.
He focused his attention on the drunkard’s health.
"I noticed your spirits haven’t been good recently, and you’ve lost a lot of weight. Take this chance to do a full-body checkup."
"No, no, no." The drunkard immediately tightened his grip on him: "I can’t take that kind of hassle, let’s do it next time. I’m really a bit tired, let’s go back, I want to eat the noodles you cook."
Seeing the pleading look in the drunkard’s eyes, Qing Yi felt a little soft-hearted. He was truly worried about his health, but after doing surgery for Shangguan Yu today, he was indeed exhausted. The most update n0vels are published on novèlfire.net
"Such a grown-up, how can you be so disobedient?" Qing Yi said, helping the drunkard walk outside.
He was clearly a bit unhappy, as he was worried about the drunkard.
The drunkard just smiled, saying nothing else, but secretly breathed a sigh of relief inside.
On the way back, Qing Yi appeared somewhat anxious, driving a bit fast. Jun Moyan in the back seat spoke up: "Slow down, Xiao’ai is asleep."
Qing Yi pressed his lips slightly, hesitating to speak, but then thought about the drunkard sitting next to him and said: "Young Master, the drunkard is feeling unwell."
While saying this, Qing Yi did not slow down the car.
"What’s wrong?" Jun Moyan asked, looking at the drunkard in the passenger seat.
"Stomach pain," Qing Yi replied.
Upon hearing this, Jun Moyan said nothing, simply turned slightly and reached out to hold Wen Xiao’ai, who was sleeping on his shoulder, into his arms.
Seeing Jun Moyan’s action, Qing Yi felt grateful inside. The speed did not decrease, but also did not accelerate further.
The drunkard in the passenger seat, clutching his stomach and curling up from the pain, had been smiling since Qing Yi spoke his first sentence.
He had always thought Qing Yi valued Jun Moyan the most, but later when he realized Qing Yi had feelings for him, he felt he and Jun Moyan were equally important to Qing Yi. But now... allowing himself a moment of satisfaction, he felt he was more important than Jun Moyan.