Wang Feng looked at them from the back and his eyes were opened wide. He was certain that if this was not in the Mengs' residence, Yan Sui would have directly carried Meng Ting away in his arms for sure.
On top of that, with Yan Sui's mindful appearance to protect Meng Ting, this all the more had confirmed his previous guess that his boss had indeed turned into a beast.
When the driver Old Zhao saw them coming towards him from afar, he opened the car door. Yan Sui got in the car first then he pulled Meng Ting in.
Wang Feng also sat in the front passenger seat. Old Zhao glanced back and then started the car.
Meng Ting obediently sat for a while then moved to Yan Sui's side. After that, he was taken into Yan Sui's embrace again.
"Lie on my lap if you feel uncomfortable and sleep for a while. We'll be home soon."
"I don't feel uncomfortable. It's not uncomfortable at all." He felt that he was mentally invigorated, and he could run five or six kilometers without stopping. He looked at Yan Sui with his eyes opened wide and felt that no matter how many times he saw him, it was still not enough.
"I'm happy, so happy," he said while wrapping his arms firmly around Yan Sui's waist. Generally speaking, he was only familiar with this one person. To adapt to an environment, it would require him a long time; but for Yan Sui, it was as if he did not feel like this.
It must be because they were going to get married. They would be the most honest and intimate partner to each other in the future, but it would be a few days in advance.
When Yan Sui hugged Meng Ting, he did not know at all that Meng Ting was thinking like that in his mind. Yan Sui was rather anxious. He was afraid that he and the Yans would not be as good as what Meng Ting had in mind. At that time, would he be happy or not? However, he would not back out from their marriage and Meng Ting also certainly would not regret it.
The distance from the eastern suburbs of Haicheng to the northern suburbs of Haicheng was not short. Old Zhao was familiar with the road conditions, and they still arrived after more than an hour. Meng Ting also had fallen asleep in Yan Sui's embrace for a long time. Now, not only was his forehead hot, but his breath was also very hot.
When the car door opened, Yan Sui got out of the car and then carried Meng Ting out from the car.
Uncle Xiao, the butler of the Yans, had been observing at the door for a while.
"When Li Yi arrives, take him to my room."
"Yes." Uncle Xiao looked old at about 50 years old; however, Yan Sui was closer to him than to his secretary, Wang Feng. Most of the servants in the old house were the elders who watched Yan Sui grow up. This Uncle Xiao was also the same.
More than half an hour ago, he received a call from Yan Sui, and the servants of the entire old house started to get on their feet.
Their master wanted to take his wife back to the house. Of course, Uncle Xiao did not forget that Yan Sui told him to ask the Yans' family doctor to come over. Their family doctor, Li Yi, should arrive in about five or six minutes.
Yan Sui carried Meng Ting all the way to the second floor. Wang Feng opened the door for him and he continued carrying the man to the bed in his room.
He then stood up and took Meng Ting's coat and shoes off. He pulled the quilt and covered him.
Uncle Xiao's wife, Nanny Wang, came in with hot water and a towel. She took a quick look at Meng Ting, who was on the bed, and the color on her face faded. "Hey, what happened to this child? I think his fever is very serious. Give him a sponge bath. I'll go look for a thermometer, and rush Xiao Li at once. He's not supposed to slack off at work like this."
Nanny Wang was filled with indignation. In this age, she really could not tolerate seeing anyone getting sick, and she looked more worried than Yan Sui.
Yan Sui undid the button on his cuff, rolled his sleeve up a bit, then wrung the towel and patted Meng Ting's face. He undid several buttons on Meng Ting's collar and patted his neck and nape.
Meng Ting slightly opened his eyes, and he saw Yan Sui's visage against the hazy white light in the background. He gently smiled and closed his eyes again. His eyes were so heavy. He was obviously not very tired, but he had no energy.
"Yan Sui, I already feel much better."
"Don't talk. It's not for you to say whether or not you feel much better."
Yan Sui had never experienced being so worried for someone continuously for a length of time, but he was not fed up at all. On the contrary, his love for Meng Ting was becoming more and more obvious.
Meng Ting opened his eyes and looked at Yan Sui. His clear tearful eyes were clean enough to reflect the person's image before him.
"Be good. Let's see what the doctor will say."
When Yan Sui saw that Meng Ting was looking at him, he suddenly could not help but to long for him. He reached out and caressed his hair, then he instinctively coaxed him.
Meng Ting nodded, and then he stretched his hand out of the quilt to hold Yan Sui's hand that was about to leave. He slowly placed it on to his cheek, then he could not help but to rub his cheek against it, "I'll be good."
When Yan Sui read these words in the text message before, he was unable to bear it, even more so now. The 28-year-old virgin's heart was ferociously struck at this moment. He lightly pursed his lips up into a smile, but he did not know how he should respond at this moment.
After Meng Ting said this, he slowly closed his eyes, but he still held on to Yan Sui's hand and did not let go.
Yan Sui's palm was placed intimately on Meng Ting's soft cheeks. He could touch with his fingertips a few of Meng Ting's long and curly eyelashes. He looked at Meng Ting's face and suddenly understood what it was like to be amazed. Previously, no matter how long he would look at Meng Ting's photo, whether it was at the beginning or at the present, he did not feel much about his face. He only thought he was a good-looking boy and nothing else.
At this moment, he really felt that this kind of fragile and delicate beauty was enough to put a spell on his heart.
To sum it up, Yan Sui was in a daze. Uncle Xiao and Li Yi just happened to see this scene of Yan Sui affectionately looking at Meng Ting when they came in after pushing the door open.
Both of their footsteps stopped for a moment then continued to come forward. Yan Sui quickly curbed his daze and looked toward Li Yi. "Examine him."
After saying that, Yan Sui got up and stepped aside and then went to the other side of the bed and sat down. He looked quite serious.
Li Yi had a medicine kit in his hand. When Nanny Wang was looking for a thermometer, she saw that Li Yi had arrived. She did not say anything anymore and just stood beside Uncle Xiao. Yan Sui did not hide his special treatment toward Meng Ting, so they also chose the same spot as him.
Although they were still unfamiliar with Meng Ting's temperament, there was no room for them to oppose Yan Sui because Meng Ting was the 'madame' that was approved by Yan Sui.
They were mere servants. Even if they had work for a long time and their feelings were rather different, that could not make them forget their own duties. Moreover, the two old masters who passed away and the present one, which was Yan Sui, had never treated them unjustly. This was the secret agreement that they must understand.
After a basic checkup, Li Yi looked at Yan Sui, "It's the common cold. First, let's attach an IV line to him so that we can manage his fever, then I'll prescribe some medicine. If his condition improves by tomorrow, he won't need to go to the hospital."
Seeing that Yan Sui had no objections, Li Yi went to prepare the IV line.
He found Meng Ting's hand in the quilt and then clenched it. His cheeks and forehead were hot, but his fingertips were cold out of fear, so he knew that Meng Ting was not asleep.
"Be obedient."
"Yes." Meng Ting whispered his answer. He was not really asleep. Even though taking medicine or getting attached to an IV line frightened him, he promised to listen to Yan Sui before. He did not want to go back on his words. Perhaps, after so many years, he would get used to it.
Meng Ting opened his eyes and looked at Yan Sui. He also saw Uncle Xiao and Nanny Wang, who were standing not far behind him.
"This is Uncle Xiao and this is Nanny Wang," he looked at the two again. "This is Meng Ting. Later on, you have to treat him the same as you have treated me."
"Yes," Uncle Xiao and Nanny Wang simultaneously bowed as they answered.
Their answer served as the response for all the old servants and maids in the household.
Normally, they seldom stayed in Yan Sui's room for too long. Now, since they had been introduced to Meng Ting, they both bowed again and left the room.
Meng Ting's eyes shifted from their receding figures and looked around the room. "Is this our room?"
Yan Sui hesitated for a moment and responded ��Yes." Considering that they were going to cohabit, it was very likely that this would become their room. However, before Meng Ting asked this question, Yan Sui had not thought about it yet. He carried Meng Ting and subconsciously went into his own room.
Based on Uncle Xiao's thoughtfulness, he must had prepared a separate room for Meng Ting. Yan Sui mulled over the issue about Meng Ting's room for a bit but chose to temporarily cast it aside.
"Are you tired? Do you want to come and sleep together with me?" Yan Sui's bed was very big, so it was not a problem if three or five would sleep in it, what more if it was just two of them. Meng Ting saw that Yan Sui was hesitant, so he added, "I'm very well-behaved when I sleep. I don't snore nor talk in my sleep."
Even if he had a nightmare, he would be very quiet. At most, he would just turn to the side and rise suddenly from his sleep, so in general, he would not disturb others in his sleep. Meng Ting was sure about this because when he was isolated in the senior high school's dormitory, and there were seven more who shared the same room with him, nobody knew that he always had nightmares at night for a month.
Yan Sui had not answered yet when Li Yi and Uncle Xiao came in again. When Meng Ting saw the things in Li Yi's hand, his face instantly became ghastly pale. He was unable to think about pulling Yan Sui to accompany him to bed anymore.
Of course, Yan Sui, who was looking at Meng Ting, also noticed the instant change in his expression. Yan Sui frowned but did not stop Li Yi's next move.
Meng Ting's hand was lifted out of the quilt, then Li Yi glanced at Meng Ting and said, "Relax a bit."
A big boy should not be scared of pain like a little girl, to the point of needing someone to coax him, but his nervousness was quite easy to see.
Meng Ting did not speak. To be precise, he was too nervous to speak.
His gaze passed quickly from Li Yi to Yan Sui and back one more time, then he closed his eyes.
On the other hand, Li Yi was inserting the needle into his blood vessel on the back of his hand. He continued doing this until he finished setting up the IV bottle on its stand by the side of the bed. After a few moments passed by, Yan Sui found that something was wrong. He lifted Meng Ting to sit up from the bed and his voice was very serious.
"Open your eyes, listen to me, open your eyes, breathe!"
Feeling that there was something foreign that was flowing into his body, Meng Ting was somewhat unable to control those dark emotions. When he slowly opened his eyes, those hollow-like eyes were a bit frightening. His face was ghastly pale. He really did what Yan Sui told him to do but he was so nervous to the point that he felt that it was suddenly difficult to breathe.
Li Yi was also a bit frightened but after he noticed something was wrong, he immediately pulled the IV needle out, then he asked, "Does he have a fear of needles [1]?"
([1] What Meng Ting experienced was not a form of phobia but what we call Vasovagal syncope. It occurs when you faint because your body overreacts to certain triggers, such as the sight of blood or extreme emotional distress. It may also be called neurocardiogenic syncope. In this scenario, he reacted because of the IV needle insertion.)
Human psychology had gradually became a branch of Science in the modern times, but human exploration of it was still very insignificant. Many mental illnesses were harder to cure than some terminal illnesses.
Many people's fears were generally brought about by mental and psychological trauma that was left behind at a very young age. Unless the patient would undergo special treatment, it was usually difficult to recover, such as in vasovagal syncope.
To treat Meng Ting's illness, it was necessary to give him an IV treatment or to give him an injection, but in Meng Ting's case, he could only take medicine. Thus, the healing effect was not as fast as IV treatment.
"I'll prescribe him some medicine."
Li Yi was familiar with the Yans' affairs. He also received invitations for his and Meng Ting's wedding banquet today. He was very surprised to see the person here in person but taking his main principle as a professional family doctor, even if he was curious, he would not ask a lot of questions.
"Wait for a moment in the living room. I'll come to find you later."
"All right," Li Yi nodded and then glanced at the person who shrunk in Yan Sui's embrace. He could not see Meng Ting's face at all. He quietly went out.
"Yan Sui, I'm too useless."
Meng Ting had tried his best to control his shivering, but this was not something he could deliberately control.
"No, it's my fault." Yan Sui said. Meng Ting had told him beforehand what he was afraid of, yet he still wanted him to change. He wanted him to try. It was him who was too impatient and inconsiderate.
"We won't use IV, injections, and medicine, but you must get better soon," Yan Sui covered him with quilt and hugged Meng Ting. He touched his cheeks and forehead and felt that he was still feverish. He lowered his head and naturally kissed Meng Ting on his forehead.
"Be good, I'll watch over you."