Make a Living by Your Face [Quick Wear] ━ Vol.1

6.14 - Think clearly

　　The doctor followed the servants into the house. It was New Year's Day and the middle of the night, and no one was willing to go out to see patients. However, the soldiers from the Marshal's Mansion tied him up and put him in the car, leaving him no choice but to say no. What's more, the patient was the most pampered and difficult to mess with second young master of the Shen family.

　　The servant lifted the heavy windproof curtain and invited him in. Someone stood up from the bedside. It was a very tall and stern figure. He didn't dare to look at him. He just bowed hurriedly and then half-knelt beside the bed and took out the stethoscope instrument to fiddle with it.

　　In recent years, there have been many cases of Western medicine in China, so these things are not surprising. The doctor took out his stethoscope and looked at the patient on the bed, but was stunned.

　　He was indeed a very handsome boy. Although he was pale, his beautiful features could not hide his exquisite beauty. His brows were slightly furrowed, which made even a doctor who was used to seeing life and death unable to help but feel distressed. No wonder Marshal Shen treated him like a treasure. Who would be willing not to spoil a boy like him?

　　Shen Mingcheng said, "My brother caught a cold at night and has a high fever. What medicine should he take and how should he be treated? Doctor, please give me a detailed plan."

　　Upon hearing this, the doctor hurriedly said, "Yes, young master." He hurriedly took out the instruments and examined the young master on the bed. He placed the stethoscope in front of the boy's chest. He dared only close his eyes, feeling that he was not worthy of looking at this banished immortal-like person.

　　After a while, he said, "Yes, the fever is severe. Take a dose of antipyretic medicine first. If the fever doesn't go down by tomorrow morning, you have to go to the hospital for an IV."

　　Shen Mingcheng nodded and asked someone to take him to get the medicine.

　　After everyone left, Shen Mingcheng sat beside the bed and gently tidied the quilt for him.

　　The boy on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and asked, "You treat me well, is this why?"

　　Shen Mingcheng said, "I know you will be unhappy and maybe hate me, but that day in front of the Shen Mansion, you stuffed a bag of roasted sweet potatoes into my hand and called me big brother with a smile. From then on, my heart was no longer mine."

　　The child's lips trembled, but he didn't say a word.

　　Shen Mingcheng smiled. He knew what the child wanted to say. How could he not know? Blood relatives, was he willing to go to this extent? He just couldn't control his heart.

　　"We haven't seen each other for five years. I thought it would be difficult to get along with you. I'm actually very impatient with troublesome things like blood ties and family ties. But in fact, when I'm with you, I feel comfortable and at ease everywhere. I even regret not coming back earlier and missing the opportunity to grow up with you."

　　He bent down, took the child into his arms, sniffed the fragrance on his neck, and said, "Mingxuan, big brother wants more than just this."

　　The snow-white face in his arms became paler. The boy whispered, "I know what you want to do. I'm not a fool. I know you want to do to me the same way as Huo Qian does to women. I know everything... But I just want you to be my brother. I don't want that. I don't like it."

　　The boy's hoarse voice was heartbreaking, and his eyes were filled with sadness, which made Shen Mingcheng soften his heart.

　　"Mingxuan doesn't like his brother?"