Chapter 147 Yin Siyao Invited Me to Eat Together

Yin Siyao was too lazy to deal with these few clueless people anymore. He turned around and grabbed Leng Keyan’s wrist—still a bit dazed—with a firm grip.

“Let’s go. Time to take care of your wounds.”

He turned back again, his voice cold: “If you don’t want to die, go find a doctor quickly. Stitch what needs stitching. If you delay, bleeding too much could really kill you.”

The grip on his wrist was warm and steady, carrying that unique, reassuring aura that belonged to Yin Siyao.

Being pulled along, Leng Keyan stumbled a little, feeling the fiery pain at his mouth and temple, yet strangely, his heart calmed.

Even a tiny sweetness bloomed in his chest.

It seemed that every time he was at his most helpless, Yin Siyao would appear by his side.

Always with that cold face, always speaking the harshest words.

But the hand that held his didn’t let go.

Only when he was pressed onto a chair and the icy disinfectant cotton touched the corner of his mouth, bringing a slight sting, did Leng Keyan snap fully back to reality.

“Shh…”

He sucked in a breath.

It really hurt.

Going to work today had been nothing but disaster.

First someone tried to jump off a building, then he got beaten up.

Was anyone having a worse day than him?

Yin Siyao paused for a moment, easing the pressure on his wrist a little.

But his expression was still stern, his voice tinged with reproach: “Feeling the pain now?”

Leng Keyan looked at him with wide, puppy-dog eyes, feeling aggrieved: “It’s always hurt.”

“Then why didn’t you dodge just now? Were you stupid enough to throw yourself into the crowd like a punching bag?”

Feeling scolded, Leng Keyan mumbled a little, “I didn’t know they would suddenly attack… And I’m a doctor—I couldn’t just stand by and watch them possibly kill someone.”

“You haven’t even really become a doctor yet, and your sense of duty is already this heavy?”

Yin Siyao lifted his head, looking at Leng Keyan’s still slightly startled but clear eyes, and the anger in his chest softened into helplessness.

“The first lesson for a doctor is to protect yourself. Look at yourself—what a mess you are.”

He gestured at Leng Keyan’s blood-stained white coat. “Get rid of this coat quickly. It looks awful.”

Looking down, Leng Keyan realized he did look pitiful.

He pouted but said nothing.

Yin Siyao carefully cleaned the bruises and small cuts around Leng Keyan’s mouth and applied a bandage.

He checked Leng Keyan’s shoulder as well—luckily, only bruises, no tendon or bone injuries.

When he finished, he straightened up.

Looking at the little figure with his head down, appearing pitiful, he wondered: Had he been a bit too harsh just now?

But apologizing to this little brat? That was impossible for him.

Silence spread in the small room.

After a while, remembering the cake, Leng Keyan felt a sour sting in his chest.

Taking advantage of his injury, he spoke teasingly, half proud, half mischievous: “I’m fine now. I won’t waste your time.”

Yin Siyao looked puzzled: “???”

“I’m a grown man. Such a small injury doesn’t need you to fuss over it.”

Leng Keyan forced himself to appear magnanimous. “You should go comfort Sister Zhao instead—she’s a girl, after all.”

Yin Siyao fell silent.

He suspected that if he turned and left now, that little puppy might cry.

“Speak properly. Don’t be sarcastic.”

Yin Siyao didn’t coddle him at all and started his usual scolding: “I’ll give you one more chance. Think carefully before you speak.”

Head bowed, Leng Keyan said aggrievedly: “Weren’t you going to use the cake to comfort Zhao Jingshu? Why did you come back to the hospital so quickly…”

No wonder he had reacted so impulsively earlier.

Yin Siyao massaged his forehead. “The cake was for Wen Sisi. What are you imagining in your head?”

Leng Keyan’s eyes widened in shock as he looked at Yin Siyao.

Yin Siyao explained patiently: “Wen Sisi’s brother-in-law isn’t behaving right. I wanted to get closer to Wen Sisi, so I bought the cake.”

Oh, so that’s it.

Leng Keyan stared at him, and the little resentment and sourness in his heart melted away like ice under sunlight.

In its place flowed warmth and a subtle, indescribable joy.

So, Yin Siyao hadn’t gone to comfort Zhao Jingshu.

And that ridiculously expensive cake wasn’t for Zhao Jingshu.

“Oh…”

Leng Keyan’s delight surged, and he shyly lowered his head, unconsciously fiddling with the dried blood on his coat.

His voice was barely a whisper: “I… I thought…”

“Thought what?”

Yin Siyao asked, eyes falling on his slightly flushed ears.

“Nothing…”

Leng Keyan shook his head quickly, then suddenly remembered something and asked anxiously: “Wen Sisi… how is she? Did you find anything out?”

Yin Siyao’s expression darkened. He briefly explained Wen Sisi’s situation.

Hearing this, Leng Keyan’s fists clenched, fury rising: “How can people be so cruel… beasts!”

Seeing him so indignant, Yin Siyao’s heart softened.

He remembered what Song Jingmo had said, and the panic he’d felt seeing someone covered in blood in the ER.

Some things needed to be said clearly.

At least, he shouldn’t let anyone be sad because of misunderstandings.

“Leng Keyan.”

Yin Siyao suddenly called him by full name, his tone serious.

Leng Keyan’s heart tightened, and he looked up at Yin Siyao’s deep, complex gaze.

“From now on…” Yin Siyao paused, choosing his words carefully, “in the ER, take care of yourself.”

“In chaotic situations, ensure your own safety first. Then call security or the police—don’t charge in alone.”

His tone was still like a teacher’s reminder, but in his eyes, there was something more: worry, concern, and even a hint of tense protectiveness.

“As for your work in the ER…”

His voice dropped, “if you can’t adapt, I can talk to the ER director to see if we can…”

“No need!”

Leng Keyan immediately interrupted, eyes bright: “I can adapt. The ER is fine. Busy, yes, but I can learn a lot.”

He didn’t want to cause Yin Siyao any trouble, or owe him any favors.

Seeing Leng Keyan’s bright eyes and eagerness, Yin Siyao swallowed the words he had almost spoken.

Finally, he just gave a barely noticeable nod.

He raised a hand, intending to touch Leng Keyan’s bandaged mouth.

But his fingers paused midair and finally just lightly patted the blood-stained shoulder.

“Mm, be careful.”

Yin Siyao turned to tidy the supplies on the treatment table, his voice calm again. “Change your clothes. If nothing comes up tonight, we’ll eat together.”

“Consider it… celebrating the start of your ER rotation.”

With that, he didn’t wait for a response, grabbed the used medical trash, and left the treatment room.

Leng Keyan sat there dazed, savoring the words “eat together.”

And the earlier near-touch, the warmth on his shoulder…

His lips couldn’t help but curl slightly.

Though Yin Siyao hadn’t said he liked him, the cake wasn’t for Zhao Jingshu.

Most importantly, Yin Siyao had invited him to eat together.

Leng Keyan touched the bandage on his mouth, feeling that even the lingering pain had turned sweet.