Chapter 341: The Soft-Waisted Educated Youth Was Spoiled Rotten by His Boyfriend 04

Seeing that he truly rejected himself, Jin Chen didn't ask about anything else, took out the few oranges he had casually picked from the road earlier from his pocket, peeled one, and placed the remaining few on the bedside cabinet.

In an instant, the fresh fragrance of the oranges spread throughout the room, smelling very refreshing.

Jin Chen broke off two orange segments, held them to Mo Zhinan's mouth, coaxing him, "Have a bite, this orange is very sweet."

The youth on the bed didn't move, merely giving Jin Chen a puzzled look, as if he were examining some strange novelty.

"If you don't eat something, how will you have the energy to get up later?" Jin Chen added.

Only then did Mo Zhinan slowly raise his uninjured arm, ready to take the two orange segments, but Jin Chen dodged his hand and held them to his mouth again.

"Just eat it directly, save your strength."

He had no choice but to let his hand drop, open his somewhat dry lips, and swallow the orange.

When the orange peel was bitten through, sweet juice burst forth instantly, very soothing to the throat.

Mo Zhinan ate quietly, so Jin Chen didn't speak, just silently continued feeding him; by the end he had eaten two whole oranges, and when Mo Zhinan saw Jin Chen still wanting to peel another, he finally pressed down his hand and slowly shook his head.

"Not eating anymore?"

Jin Chen nodded, put it back on the bedside cabinet, and urged, "Then you rest well; tomorrow…… why is your arm still bleeding!"

His expression changed; he saw the arm that Mo Zhinan had deliberately hidden under the blanket, the blood had soaked through the gauze, with no sign of stopping.

Mo Zhinan shuddered at his shout, instinctively wanting to hide, but Jin Chen seized him without explanation and lifted him up.

"What's the use of hiding it? Can it stop bleeding on its own?"

Jin Chen's tone carried some regret toward himself; he should have taken him straight to the clinic from the start.

Being held by him, Mo Zhinan was clearly unaccustomed, his eyes even showing some fright; he hurriedly struggled, his expression resistant.

"Don't be afraid, don't move, I'll take you to the clinic to stop the bleeding and get treatment." Seeing that he was really struggling hard, Jin Chen could only first set him down, coaxing him to agree.

"When you educated youths do publicity, don't you often say not to underestimate any wound? Summer also makes it easy to get inflamed; you don't want this arm?"

Mo Zhinan certainly knew this knowledge.

But recalling the embarrassment of his last visit to the clinic and the treatment of being driven away, he felt deep resistance.

"Are you worried about money? Don't be afraid, I have money."

Jin Chen stroked the youth's soft hair, his tone coaxing, "If you're afraid of being bullied by them, then you have even less to fear—no one can beat me."

Hearing this, Mo Zhinan finally lifted his eyes to meet Jin Chen's gaze; his eyes went from distrust to struggle, finally seeming to reach a compromise and convince himself.

He grabbed Jin Chen's shirt corner, indicating he should turn around.

Jin Chen immediately understood, "Don't want to be held? Want to be carried on my back?"

Mo Zhinan nodded, looking especially obedient.

"Then I'll carry you on my back."

Jin Chen turned around, slightly squatted, placed his hands behind him, "Come up, don't be afraid."

Looking at the broad, strong back, Mo Zhinan gripped the front, as if psyching himself up, finally pushed himself up and leaned against it, his two weak arms wrapping around the neck.

Such close contact, he had never experienced before, so he felt everything was a bit off; he simply turned his head aside, closed his eyes, and let himself ignore this strange feeling.

But after his vision disappeared, his other senses became extraordinarily sharp; Mo Zhinan smelled a scent he had never encountered before yet felt familiar—a sandalwood aroma that is relaxing and reassuring.

The mountain slope's small path was a bit bumpy, but Jin Chen walked very steadily.

The village is not exactly near nor far from the town's clinic; if relying solely on foot, it would take at least half an hour. Jin Chen himself didn't mind, but he feared delaying the hemostasis time.

Usually when someone needs treatment, they go to the village barefoot doctor, take a few doses of medicine and that's fine, but Mo Zhinan's situation is clearly not suitable for that.

Jin Chen thought as he walked, eventually coming up with a plan.

He turned his head and saw Mo Zhinan already a bit drowsy, so he simply used a bit of Spiritual Power to make him fall asleep, found a deserted spot, and employed the Shrink Ground into an Inch technique.

【... Host, be careful, this plane's level is not high; using too much Spiritual Power could cause turbulence in the plane.】

【Heard it, heard it.】

【Friendly reminder: the mission time limit still has one hour left.】

Jin Chen completely disregarded it, responding casually, and in just a few moments had already arrived at a corner beside the town clinic.

The town clinic is not as good as a hospital, but it still has equipment, far more professional than the village barefoot doctor.

As Jin Chen entered carrying the person, a nurse came to receive him; she was also one of the educated youths on duty today, wearing a red armband.

"Mo Zhinan from Fengshu Cun? How come you're here again? I said no work points, no money, can't treat you… Ah! What are you doing?!"

The nurse was startled by Jin Chen's bang as he slapped the table.

"Stop his bleeding, quickly."

Only then did she notice Jin Chen had placed a 10-yuan bill on the table; her expression instantly changed, she took him inside, saying, "If you'd said you brought money this time, we couldn't give special privileges anyway—now everyone getting treatment has to pay."

Inside the clinic, many people came and went; the nurse found an empty spot, called over some people to help with hemostasis and disinfection.

Mo Zhinan woke up when Jin Chen slapped the table, watching them treat him, his mind holding only one thought.

Was it that Jin Chen walked too fast, or that he himself slept too long… before, he never felt the town was this close; a nap's time had already gotten him there.

"Alright, the bleeding has stopped; avoid getting it wet, then you have a bit of low blood sugar, the wound is also slightly inflamed; injecting glucose and antibiotics together will cost 5 yuan."

As she said this, the nurse looked at Jin Chen, after all it was his money, and even if she were helping someone, she hadn't helped to this extent.

Jin Chen: "Injection, and also grab some extra supplies that can be used at home for bandaging, plus essential cold medicine and the like."

The nurse secretly gasped, "Then your 10 yuan might be a bit short."

Jin Chen again took out another 10 yuan from his pocket, "Hurry up."

Wait a bit longer and there'll be no time! The mission time limit is up!

The nurse looked on in alarm, secretly sizing up Jin Chen's attire, which didn't look like that of a wealthy person; how could he be so generous toward Mo Zhinan?

She took the money, didn't be careless, seriously gave Mo Zhinan an injection of medicine, and also packed a large bag of everyday care medicines.

After Mo Zhinan finished the injection, his whole person felt more spirited, and he had the mind to think of other things; he sat where he was waiting for Jin Chen to bring the medicine back, his facial expression growing ever stranger.

Waiting for Jin Chen to return with a large bag of medicine, he finally heard Mo Zhinan's first words to him.

"..."You... do you want to sell me?"?