Yuk Jian pulled down his mask, a cold frost settling between his elegant eyebrows: "Why did you rush over? Have you thought about what would happen if that person stabbed you?"
"I didn't think about it," Chuzheng said, "I couldn't watch you get hurt."
This was totally an accident! I'm really awesome!! It's all the bastard's fault for giving me such a lousy body.
Yuk Jian: "You should protect yourself, not..."
"I am doing it to protect you."
Yuk Jian's ears buzzed, and a strange ache stirred in his heart, his fingertips curling slightly.
"I... don't need your protection." He didn't need it.
"But I need to protect you." Because you're a Good Person Card! Otherwise, who would want to protect you?
Yuk Jian looked at the girl on the hospital bed, then seemed to flee in defeat.
"Doctor Yuk, Doctor Yuk?"
"Hey, what's up with Doctor Yuk?"
"No idea..."
Yuk Jian returned to his office, sat in the chair calmly for a long time, yet Chuzheng's words kept echoing in his ears.
