Yanchuan was even more annoyed when he caught Hesse glancing at him repeatedly.
This person is really shameless!
Yanchuan began to think about where he could file a complaint against the NPC. He felt like he and his plain bread were being mocked.
It was truly infuriating!
On the other side, Hesse.
He wore a cold expression and stole a glance at Yanchuan, who was quietly munching on bread in the corner. His mood worsened.
Would he rather eat plain bread here than come speak to him?
What is so good about that?
“Boss…?” One of Hesse’s followers hesitated, watching his face carefully, and asked cautiously, “What are you looking at?”
Hesse shot him a cold glare. “Shut up.”
The follower scratched his head, remembering his duties. He racked his brain for a suggestion to enlighten his boss. “Are you thinking about that little beauty from the East?”
Of course, he didn’t know Yanchuan’s name, so he used that term to refer to him.
Hesse’s expression remained icy.
“That has nothing to do with you,” he said as he slammed down his cup, his tone unfriendly. “Don’t interfere.”
It was already humiliating for Hesse to see the delicate and beautiful Eastern beauty reject him, and now his follower had the audacity to bring it up.
The follower jumped at Hesse’s glare.
However, he quickly regained his composure and leaned closer to Hesse’s ear. “I have an idea. Isn’t Lyon from the laundry very close to the little beauty? If he could persuade him…”
Hesse looked at the person intruding upon him with disgust. “What do you mean?”
The follower chuckled awkwardly. “If he could help you persuade her, wouldn’t that make the matter easier?”
Hesse frowned. “How can we make him agree?”
The follower gestured slyly, implying, “Surely you know… people like him, they cherish their lives more than anything and have survived until now…”
“All you need to do is…”
He rattled off a series of suggestions. Hesse’s impatience transformed into a heavy expression, and he surprisingly nodded.
“You’ll handle this,” Hesse said, looking at the follower’s fawning face, “Since you brought it up, it’s up to you.”
***
That evening, as Yanchuan pushed his cart down the corridor, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his knee.
He pushed the cart aside, rolled up his pant leg, and saw a red mark on his knee.
It was a long, prominent scratch, as if he had brushed against something sharp.
“Oh no,” Yanchuan exclaimed.
He quickly checked his pant leg again and found a tear in the fabric, further damaging his pants.
Yanchuan was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to stand or sit.
He frowned, feeling a bit sorry for his dingy outerwear.
No wonder it hurt a bit when he was walking back; he must have snagged himself without realizing it.
Yanchuan was quite sensitive to pain, and seeing the cut on his knee intensified his discomfort.
The pain he could bear when it was unseen became overwhelming now that he could clearly see it.
He pursed his lips, his brow furrowing even more.
His pants were also damaged, and he needed to get them fixed. Moreover, the wound on his knee would make walking difficult and hinder his work.
He had to go take care of it.
With that thought, Yanchuan’s mood soured further.
He limped out of the laundry room and glanced at the empty corridor.
Yanchuan was heading to the clinic to find Nawei.
Although he didn’t particularly want to see that man, Nawei was the only one he could think of to treat his injury.
The delicate and beautiful Eastern beauty limped out with an injured knee, looking a bit pale and pressing his lips together, appearing somewhat off.
He paid no attention to the noisy inmates in the hall and walked on with his head down, oblivious to the many eyes watching him.
“Hey,” someone whispered curiously, “What happened?”
The person being questioned merely shook their head.
【Oh my, Yanchuan has been working hard all day, and his face is filthy!】
【How pitiful, he’s injured as well, boohoo!】
【Poor baby… dirty face, hurt knee, mommy feels so sorry!】
【Oh no, when will the wild man finally stand up and protect his wife? Don’t let her go!】
Yanchuan made his way to the clinic, limping along.
The door was firmly closed, so he gently knocked. He was only able to push the door open after hearing a “come in” from within.
Dressed neatly in a white coat with the top button fastened, Dr. Nawei sat at his desk.
When he saw Yanchuan enter, Nawei removed his glasses, revealing a hint of a smile. “What’s wrong?”
The dark-haired, dark-eyed Eastern beauty hung his head.
His long lashes cast a shadow on his snow-white cheeks as his delicate fingers pulled up the sagging pant leg to show Nawei the scratch on his knee.
“This is scratched,” the Eastern beauty said in a soft voice. “It hurts a bit.”
His voice was soft, almost tender, and there was a hint of grievance to it.
With his pant leg lifted, his slender and straight calf was exposed. The joint had a faint pink hue, but there was now a red scratch across it.
It was likely caused by a sharp object, leaving a long, stark line against his pale skin.
Under the light, his fair skin appeared delicate and soft, marred only by the red mark.
His calf was both straight and slender, and his ankle was especially dainty, perfect for being held and played with.
Overall, the injury wasn’t too serious, but it was still a sight that made one’s heart ache a little.
“Does it hurt a lot?” Nawei frowned. Although he had seen much more severe wounds, he couldn’t help but say, “It looks a bit serious.”
He stood up and motioned for Yanchuan to take a seat in the chair and lift his leg.
“It could get infected,” Nawei said, putting on gloves and gently probing the injured area. “You’ll need a shot; it’s probably going to hurt a bit.”