Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

Chapter 264 Stalemate

Unable to control the heartache that welled up in his chest, Cheng Yan gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to hug Dotore.

She pried his hands apart with force, "I told you to let him go."

His fingers were deformed from exerting so much force, and his wrist bones seemed to have been shattered by the impact. After Dotore's right hand was torn apart, it hung limply at his side, as if he had been seriously injured.

Closing his eyes tightly to avoid looking, Cheng Yan turned around and touched Guo Beng's bruised neck.

"Are you OK?"

Guo Beng looked fierce as he glared at the somewhat distraught Dotore through Cheng Yan.

"Who is he?"

Cheng Yan pursed his lips, "He is..."

Both of them pricked up their ears and Dotole's heart trembled as he waited for Cheng Yan to define his identity.

What he needs most now is an identity that is recognized by Cheng Yan.

"... Let's not talk about this for now, Bengzi, I'll take you to buy some medicine to apply."

It was like a basin of cold water was poured over his head. Dotole could hardly stand. His eyes were bright red and he could not see the objects or people in front of him clearly.

"Boom-"

There was a sound of something falling behind him, Cheng Yan turned around hurriedly and saw that Dotore had fainted on the ground.

“Great!”

Guo Beng looked at his released hand expressionlessly, then looked at Cheng Yan who was running to that man more anxiously than if his own mother had died, and he gritted his teeth in anger.

“Zan Zan…” Cheng Yan felt extremely guilty, “It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have been angry at Za Zan.”

Guo Beng slapped his hand that was supporting Dotore away, "Why are you angry? He must have done something wrong. He almost strangled me to death. Who cares what he does?"

Cheng Yan had already half-hugged Dotore in his arms, looked up with tears in his eyes, and watched the country collapse in a daze.

"But he was also badly injured. His arm was broken and his face was bruised. He must not have gotten enough rest in the past few days, so he fainted."

Guo Beng frowned, "Then what are you going to do?"

"Of course I have to give him medicine and find him a place to rest. Bengzi, I have to stay with him. Can you…"

"No."

Guo Beng turned around completely, without any hesitation.

"Woooooooo..."

Cheng Yan did not plead for mercy, but just hugged Dotore and cried on the roadside, looking as miserable and sad as a poor woman whose husband had died and she had no money to bury him.

With veins bulging on his forehead, Guo Beng strode back, and the foot he raised was clearly aimed at Cheng Yan, but when he landed, he kicked Duotore steadily, and the unconscious man groaned again.

"Cheng Yan, if you keep turning your elbow outward, don't expect me to care about you anymore."

Cheng Yan cried even more sadly, and wiped all his tears and snot on Dotore.

"I didn't. He is my wife. How can he be called an outsider?"

Guo Beng rolled his eyes and disappeared on the spot.

"Where is the patient?"

But after a moment, hurried footsteps were heard, and two people dressed as doctors hurried over.

Guo Beng strode behind the two of them, without a trace of worry on his face.

Seeing Dotorre lying on the stretcher, Cheng Yan stood up, wiping his tears.

Guo Beng said in disgust, "You are hopeless."

Cheng Yan sniffed, "But I really like him... Even though I'm angry, I still like him."

The country is collapsing and his eyes are rolling to the sky.

"Come on, I don't want to hear your nonsense. Ask the doctor to pay. I paid extra to get him to come here."

Cheng Yan burst into laughter, "Bengzi, I knew you were the best."

Guo Beng snorted, raised his hand and took it directly from Cheng Yan's arms.

Guo Beng held a thin golden card between his two fingers and turned it over to examine it.

"What is this? It looks like it can extract a lot of Mora."

"This is a card issued by Northland Bank."

Guo Beng raised his lips, smiled ostentatiously, and waved the card in front of Cheng Yan.

Pointing at his neck where the scars had not yet disappeared, he said, "This is mine. It's compensation for mental damage."

Cheng Yan waved his hand and said, "I'll give it to you. Spend it as you like."

Anyway, that should have been given by Zanzan, so just consider it as Zanzan’s apology to Bengzi.

Cheng Yan looked at Guo Beng's back and thought of Dotore's injured wrist.

"Hey, let's explain it clearly after Zanzan wakes up. About me and Bengzi...why would he be jealous of Bengzi?"

Guo Beng's dislike for him could be seen from three blocks away.

Moreover, Cheng Yan asked himself whether his friendship with Guo Beng was pure, the kind of legendary relationship where they could strip naked and lie on the bed with each other without any reaction.

The two of them also slept in the same bed, but every night I would kick Guo Beng off the bed, and then be woken up by Guo Beng's beating, and then continue to sleep, continue to kick, and continue to be beaten...

Following the doctor into the clinic, Cheng Yan had been to this place before and specifically asked for a separate room. Cheng Yan wiped the thin layer of sweat from Dotore's forehead as he lay on the bed.

His outer clothes were stained with dirt and his own tears, and could no longer be worn. Cheng Yan helped him take off his clothes and saw again that the clothes inside looked like those worn for some kind of shameful play.

Cheng Yan's face turned red and his butt started to hurt again. He covered himself with the quilt and sat on the chair beside the bed in a strange posture.

In fact, he still coveted Zazan's body. Not to mention the chest muscles and abdominal muscles that he always touched on weekdays, he couldn't sleep at night without hugging Zazan's waist.

But the experience of being praised by the late emperor was so painful that Cheng Yan almost had PTSD.

"Hey." Reaching out to touch Dotore's forehead, Cheng Yan leaned over and gently rubbed his head against it.

"Great, it would have been great if we could have met earlier."

Zazan's paranoia was unprecedented. Cheng Yan could feel that Jin Peng and Dijun had actually tolerated his insolence. Perhaps the love between him and those two was not just pure love, but was mixed with more of a feeling similar to family affection.

And Wendy... Cheng Yan closed his eyes. Wendy was the gentlest person he had ever met, like a soft breeze. No matter how excessive the things he did, Wendy never expressed dissatisfaction, and he was always extremely enthusiastic about him.

He couldn't let him down again.

I can't let them down again.

"Zan Zan, please forgive me. I won't run away, and you don't have to be angry, okay?"

The soft murmurs echoed around the room and disappeared. Cheng Yan lay on the side of Dotole's bed, looking at him more seriously than ever before.