Chapter 217 You, Child, Why Don’t You Grow Some Sense?

The head nurse paused mid-step, turned around, and tapped the young nurse on the head. “You, child, why don’t you grow some sense?”

“Ah?”

The young nurse covered her head, looking bewildered.

“Didn’t you see Xiao Yan’s eyes just now? They could’ve killed you!”

The head nurse lowered her voice. “Look at how Dr. Yin treated him. Was he treating him like a kid?”

The young nurse froze, thinking carefully.

Just now, when Yin Siyao walked over, his eyes stayed on Leng Keyan. His actions while checking the temperature were gentle, and covering him with a blanket was natural.

After all, it’s normal for a parent to do things personally for their own child!

The head nurse sighed. “Today, Dr. Yin went through all that trouble to remind you to remove the IV because Xiao Yan was watching.”

The young nurse: “?”

“If it were any other time, a simple word would’ve been enough. But going to such lengths? Your eyes were staring straight at him. If he’d been soft-spoken, the jealousy would’ve blown up.”

The young nurse suddenly understood, her face flushing even redder.

“All the good men are already taken…”

She whispered in lament.

“Good that you understand.”

The head nurse smiled. “From now on, use some sense. Do what you’re supposed to do, and don’t just stare at people.”

“I understand.”

In the corner, Leng Keyan stared at the last drop of liquid in the IV bag, eager for it to finish.

Yin Siyao sat beside him, picked up the patient file, and checked it. “Temperature is 37.8°C, lower than this morning. Take another dose of medicine at home, and it should be gone by tomorrow.”

Half an hour later, the young nurse came to change Leng Keyan’s IV. She couldn’t help but whisper, “Dr. Yin, do you have any siblings?”

Before she could finish, Leng Keyan’s gaze cut over.

Cold, sharp, and full of obvious displeasure.

The young nurse’s hand shook in fright, almost dropping the bottle.

Yin Siyao sighed helplessly, steadying the IV bottle. “No.”

“Oh…”

The young nurse looked disappointed. After finishing the IV, she couldn’t resist sneaking another glance at Yin Siyao, glancing back thrice as she walked away.

Once she was out of sight, Leng Keyan snorted through his nose. “You, troublemaker.”

“Hm?”

Yin Siyao turned his head toward him, a hint of fatigue in his voice but more indulgence. “What now?”

“Look at that young nurse’s eyes. She practically wants to cling to you.”

Leng Keyan said, sour and jealous, each word tasting like it had been steeped in vinegar for three days. “And those other girls over there, their eyes are practically popping out.”

“They’re just—”

Yin Siyao tried to explain.

Leng Keyan grew more upset, his flushed face redder. “You really are something. Wherever you go, flowers bloom and bees swarm… even the emergency IV area turns into a magnet for attention…”

Yin Siyao looked at his puffed-up anger and suddenly laughed.

“What are you laughing at?”

Leng Keyan glared, but being sick, his gaze wasn’t intimidating—he looked like a fluffed-up, annoyed cat.

“I’m laughing at you,” Yin Siyao said, reaching out and ruffling Leng Keyan’s damp hair naturally. “Jealous little thing.”

“I’m not.”

Leng Keyan pouted, but didn’t dodge his hand.

“Not?”

Yin Siyao raised an eyebrow. “That look just now almost scared the young nurse to tears. She’s just an intern; she can’t handle that stare of yours.”

Leng Keyan was speechless, staring at his toes. “Who asked her to keep staring at you, her eyes practically popping out?”

Yin Siyao didn’t reply, just ruffled his hair again, then got up. “I’ll go get you something to drink. What do you want?”

“Orange juice,” Leng Keyan said softly, with a hint of nasal tone, “iced.”

“No.”

Yin Siyao’s refusal was firm. “You still have a fever. Drink warm water.”

“Then… whatever.”

Leng Keyan slumped back.

Once Yin Siyao left, Leng Keyan’s mind replayed every moment from before.

Yin Siyao’s worried gaze when he squatted in front of him.

The natural, familiar tone when he talked about the little ones at home.

The warmth of his palms when he ruffled his hair.

And the deliberately absurd way Yin Siyao had reminded the young nurse, just to protect Leng Keyan’s tiny, awkward jealousy.

The sourness in his chest melted like ice in the sun, turning into a pool of sweet water.

He secretly curved his lips into a smile.

Forget it.

Why bother quibbling like a little girl?

Half an hour later, Yin Siyao returned, holding a bottle of warm water and a box of cut fruit.

Watermelon, cantaloupe, dragonfruit, neatly cubed and skewered.

“What were you talking about?”

He handed Leng Keyan the water.

“Nothing.”

Leng Keyan took the water and sipped.

The warm water soothed his dry, sore throat. “The nurse just said a lot of people like you and told me to take care of you, not to be taken away by some fox spirit.”

Yin Siyao paused, glancing at the young nurse quickly slipping away, then back at Leng Keyan.

The infusion area lights reflected in his light brown eyes, scattering little sparks.

“Then keep a close watch on me.”

His voice was quiet, just enough to be heard.

Leng Keyan looked up, eyes curved with a smile.

Though still pale, he immediately felt alive.

“Feeling any worse?”

“Much better. Just a little dizzy.”

Yin Siyao checked the time. “Ten more minutes, then I’ll send you home.”

“Don’t you have work?”

“No surgeries this afternoon.”

He paused, then added, “Took half a day off.”

Leng Keyan froze. “Because of me?”

“Otherwise?”

Yin Siyao countered.

His heart warmed, and he snuggled closer, resting his head on Yin Siyao’s shoulder.

“Teacher Yin.”

“Hm?”

“From now on… don’t smile at anyone else.”

Yin Siyao: “I didn’t smile.”

“You just smiled at the head nurse,” Leng Keyan said sourly. “Even if just a little, I saw it.”

Yin Siyao was silent for a few seconds.

He dodged the young nurse but not the head nurse.

And the head nurse is already a mother of two.

“That was just polite.”

“I know…” Leng Keyan buried his face in his shoulder. “But I just don’t like it.”

Yin Siyao turned his head, looking at the fuzzy back of his head, his expression softening.

He lifted his hand and gently ruffled Leng Keyan’s hair.

“Got it. I’ll be more careful from now on.”

Leng Keyan lifted his head, eyes shining. “Really?”

“Mm.”

The IV finally finished dripping.

Yin Siyao didn’t call a nurse, directly removed the needle, and pressed to stop the bleeding.

“Let’s go home.”

Outside, a wave of heat hit them.

Leng Keyan squinted, shielding his eyes from the sun.

Yin Siyao: “Wait here. I’ll go get the car.”

Five minutes later, Leng Keyan opened the car door and got in. The air conditioning was already on, cool air flowing.

The SUV was the same black one he’d borrowed from his uncle’s garage last time—low-key, practical, perfect for Yin Siyao.

The car slowly drove out of the hospital, merging into traffic.

June’s afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, warm and gentle.

Leng Keyan fell asleep in the bumps along the way.

Yin Siyao glanced at him, then adjusted the AC to a warmer temperature.