Dr. Lin, you hurt me.

Chapter 226 Let’s Go to Bed

The original plan was to complete four sets of training for this movement today, but only two sets were enough to reach Zhang Yan's limit.

Lin Feng grabbed Zhang Yan's wrist. His heartbeat was too fast. It had reached Zhang Yan's current physiological limit.

After sitting for five minutes, Zhang Yan was still shaking. He couldn't help it, it was physiological, just like his worthless tears.

Lin Feng said nothing. He stood in front of Zhang Yan, lifted Zhang Yan's arms, wrapped them around his waist, gently held Zhang Yan in his arms, and rubbed Zhang Yan's back again and again.

No one spoke. Zhang Yan rested his head on Lin Feng's chest, listening to his heartbeat and feeling the rise and fall of Lin Feng's chest with his breathing.

Zhang Yan unconsciously adjusted his breathing rhythm to match Lin Feng's frequency, and his heartbeat gradually became steady.

Raymond Lam holds his hand like a newborn baby. Without words, physical contact can give him the greatest comfort.

When Lin Feng first went to the pediatrics for internship, he was spotted by the head nurse at first sight. There was no other reason, just because he was tall and strong. He held the crying child in his arms and comforted him day and night. It's not easy to be a nanny.

Later, the teacher taught him some experience. He would put the baby on his chest. The baby would think that he was still in his mother's belly after listening to his heartbeat, so he would feel at ease and fall asleep obediently.

Of course, part of the reason was that lying prone helped children to expel gas from their intestines. At that time, Lin Feng had pumpkin rice porridge on him every day.

Because of his physique advantage, Raymond Lam can hold two babies at a time, which won him unanimous praise from the pediatric NICU.

At this time, Zhang Yan seemed to have returned to his infancy. His thoughts were detached and he didn't know where he was. He only felt that there was a vast expanse of white around him.

Perhaps, it was not white fog, it could be darkness.

Zhang Yan felt like he was floating. Was he moving forward? It seemed like he was, but it also seemed like he wasn't.

Seeing that Zhang Yan's condition and breathing had stabilized, Lin Feng thought that Zhang Yan was extremely tired and fell asleep, so he decided to send Zhang Yan back to the bedroom to sleep.

"Zhang Yan, let's go to bed."

The hands on his back, one hand supporting his shoulders, and the other hand moved to the bend of Zhang Yan's legs, and he picked him up in an instant.

Zhang Yan seemed to hear someone calling him, but he couldn't see clearly. He turned around and looked, but there was no one there.

After waiting for a while, a light appeared and Zhang Yan followed the light, but he could not reach the end.

Suddenly, there was a shake around, and a crack appeared behind the lamp, and it lit up.

Zhang Yan opened his eyes and saw Lin Feng's face.

"Lin Feng..."

Lin Feng heard the person in his arms calling his name and stopped immediately, "Not asleep? Then I'll take you to take a bath, that way you'll feel more comfortable."

Lin Feng carried Zhang Yan to the chair in the bathroom, then took off his sweatshirt, leaving only a T-shirt underneath, picked up a rag and started cleaning the bathtub.

Use hot water to heat the bathtub walls before plugging the stopper and draining the water.

Lin Feng squatted beside the bathtub, put one hand in the bathtub to test the water temperature, and held Zhang Yan's wrist with the other hand.

The water temperature is slightly hot, just right.

He coaxed Zhang Yan to take off his clothes, then carried him into the bathtub, with the water level below Zhang Yan's chest.

Lin Feng looked at the time on his watch. He could only soak for ten minutes, just enough to allow Zhang Yan's body temperature to rise slightly. He couldn't soak until his skin turned red, as he would not be able to bear it.

Zhang Yan soaked in the water and let Lin Feng help him rinse.

Although it was called a bath, Lin Feng only heated up a few towels and then applied them to Zhang Yan's shoulders, chest and other parts exposed to the air to reduce the loss of heat from his body.

Lin Feng looked at Zhang Yan's appearance and thought about how cautious he had just been. He felt helpless and funny.

When he was in the pediatric department, he was not afraid of hurting the babies. Not to mention that after he came to the orthopedics department, he was even more indifferent to the patients, and even spoke coldly to the patients and their families because of their non-cooperation.

Now that the position has changed, how can I bear to do that?

There are many scars on Zhang Yan’s left leg, and crisscross lines on the surface of the skin. Some are lighter pink, and some are darker brown.

Lin Feng's fingers traced the lines, counting the number of stitches.

The sutures were not done by Lin Feng, but by the director of the cosmetology department. Even though they were criss-crossed, they did not look ugly.

Fortunately, Zhang Yan does not have a scar-prone physique, so the surface of his skin is still smooth and the color is gradually fading.

Everything is going in a good direction.

Will be fine.

Will be fine.

Lin Feng calculated the time to pull Zhang Yan out of the water. Zhang Yan stretched out his hands and wrapped them around Lin Feng's neck. He grabbed a piece of driftwood in the water and held it tightly.

Lin Feng took a bath towel from the shelf nearby, wiped the water droplets on Zhang Yan's body, then wrapped Zhang Yan in a bathrobe and carried him directly to Zhang Yan's bed.

After Lin Feng covered Zhang Yan with a blanket, he turned around to clean the bathroom, but Zhang Yan grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Lin Feng thought Zhang Yan had something to say to him, but when he turned around he found that Zhang Yan still had his eyes closed.

Lin Feng leaned over, took a pillow, stuffed it into the quilt, and stuffed it into Zhang Yan's arms.

"You go to sleep first. I'll go clean up and come over later." Lin Feng saw Zhang Yan nodded, but he couldn't tell whether he was asleep or not.

Lin Feng took a quick shower in Zhang Yan's bathroom and put on one of Zhang Yan's bathrobes.

Zhang Yan’s clothes were one size smaller than Lin Feng’s, and Lin Feng could hardly find a suitable one. Fortunately, he had a loose pajamas.

Lin Feng sat on the edge of Zhang Yan's bed, looking at the headboard, with his eyes closed, one hand on Zhang Yan's back.

Zhang Yan was lying on his side with his body curled up, totally different from the flat position he was lying on when Lin Feng went out, holding the pillow in his arms.

Looking at Zhang Yan's appearance, Lin Feng wanted to change his sleeping position, but failed after trying several times.

I touched his back and it was cold. His body temperature was too low, so this posture was an instinctive self-protection.

Lin Feng raised the air conditioner in the room by two degrees, put his hand on Zhang Yan's back, and felt the changes in Zhang Yan's body temperature.

The room was silent, with only the sound of two shallow, rhythmic breathing.

Lin Feng didn't know when he fell asleep, and when he woke up, he was still asleep.

At three o'clock in the morning, Zhang Yan's sleeping posture was already stretched out.

Lin Feng touched Zhang Yan's back and found his temperature was normal.

This person looks pretty even when he's asleep, with a round nose and even the mole on his face that looks cute. If his eyebrows weren't frowned, he'd look even better.

Lin Feng rubbed his hands to warm them up, and used his fingertips to rub circles between Zhang Yan's eyebrows, driving away all the worries in Zhang Yan's dream.

After doing all this, Lin Feng tiptoed out of Zhang Yan's bedroom, leaving a warm yellow bedside lamp on for him.