After the inspection was over, the others left one after another. Soldier 1 didn't stay any longer, and disappeared with a big sword after saying hello. Anbu didn't even have time to say thank you.
Only Jian Ningxuan and Anbu were left in the ward. Jian Ningxuan took off his crumpled shirt, rolled up his sleeves, and picked Anbu up from the bed.
"What?" An Bu asked.
"Bather." Jian Ningxuan carried her into the bathroom, put her on the soft chair prepared in advance, and then began to help her undress.
Although the two are familiar from inside to outside, every time they take off their clothes, they do it during exercise. This is the first time that they "bath and change" in such a serious manner.
"I haven't been hurt to the point where I can't take care of myself..." An Bu watched him take off his clothes one by one, while trying to fight for the right to do it himself.
"Your wounds cannot touch water." Jian Ningxuan half-kneeled on the ground, scanning the wounds on her body one by one, with distressed eyes flashing.
Anbu was quickly stripped down to her underwear, but Jian Ningxuan didn't care about it at all, and wiped her body with a warm towel, trying to avoid her wounds. The soft light from top to bottom cast a shadow on his stern face, his tightly pressed lips were a little dry, as if he hadn't drank water for a long time.
"Mr. Jane."
"Ok?"
"sorry that I had you worried."
Jian Ningxuan paused, and sighed helplessly and worriedly: "An Bu, why do you always make yourself scarred?"
To live better. An Bu replied silently.
Saving people is the only way to offset the value of death energy, she doesn't want to be swallowed by death energy, so she can only keep saving people. Although she is the successor of the book of life and death, she does not have any supernatural powers, and even requires more effort than ordinary people to possess sufficient knowledge and strength. If she stops, she will quickly degenerate, and her previous efforts will be in vain.
The only thing Anbu feels guilty about is that he concealed his identity from Mr. Jian. She is a living corpse, she has no pain feeling, no matter how much she is injured, she will not feel pain, Mr. Jian doesn't need to worry about her.
Jian Ningxuan gently held Anbu's ankle, which was covered with bumps and scratches. She couldn't help thinking that when she was just dug out of the coffin, instead of crying, she smiled at him. Doesn't she feel pain and fear? How did she survive such a desperate situation? If it is a few minutes later, I am afraid that I will lose her forever.
His fingers trembled slightly, and Jian Ningxuan's eye sockets felt a little hot. He didn't want to experience that kind of deep-rooted fear again.
He was too absorbed in his thoughts, and he didn't control the strength of his hand, and accidentally poked Anbu's wound. Jian Ningxuan hurriedly let go of his hand in annoyance, and was about to apologize, but saw that Anbu's face had no change, as if he didn't notice that someone was there at all. touched her wound.
Jian Ningxuan frowned, a trace of doubt rose in his heart. Even if you are not afraid of pain, your body will naturally respond to external stimuli, such as muscle spasms, avoidance or pain, but Anbu didn't respond at all just now.
"What's wrong?" Seeing Jian Ningxuan staring at him, Anbu couldn't help asking.
"It's nothing." Jian Ningxuan calmed down, and carefully cleaned Anbu's body, wiped off the water drops, put on a clean hospital gown, carried her to the hospital bed, and placed it properly.
"I'll go out to buy something to eat, and you lie on the bed and don't move around."
"Okay~~" Anbu hugged the white and fat pillow, and responded obediently.
Jian Ningxuan glanced at her worriedly, turned and walked out of the ward.
Calling to ask the assistant to bring two nutritious meals, Jian Ningxuan did not return to the ward immediately, but went straight to the square-inch duty room.
Fang Cun was currently studying Anbu's inspection report, trying to find out why a dead body was able to jump around like a living person.
Hearing the knock on the door, Fang Cun immediately put away the documents in his hand and replied, "Please come in."
Jian Ningxuan pushed the door open and entered, Fang Cun immediately felt a gust of hot air rushing towards his face, and the indoor temperature seemed to rise by more than ten degrees all of a sudden.
Huh? Before, he only paid attention to An Bu, but now it seems that the physique of the man in front of him seems to be very special.
"Mr. Jian, what do you need from me?" Fang Cun stood up and greeted with a smile.
"I want to know if there are any other symptoms in Anbu's body?" Jian Ningxuan asked straight to the point.
Fang Cun silent: In fact, without any symptoms, this is the most terrible symptom.
"Why do you ask that?" Fang Cun tentatively asked, "Did you find something wrong?"
Jian Ningxuan replied: "Her reaction to pain seems to be very slow."
It's not just dull, it's not good at all
Fang Cun looked at the man in front of him and didn't know how to answer, so he could only ask, "Apart from this, do you have any other discoveries?"
Jian Ningxuan replied with four words: "Color vision disorder."
Fangcun was silent again.
Jian Ning stared at him intently: "I know she's hiding something from me, and I don't care about other things, but if it involves her health, I hope you can tell the truth."
Fang Cun thought, Anbu would rather tell his identity to an outsider than to the man in front of him, probably because he was afraid of being disgusted and rejected by him. After all, not everyone can accept that their lover is a corpse. But the two get along day and night, and sooner or later they will find something abnormal.
Fang Cun thought about it, and said, "Actually, there is nothing we can't say. Sister An not only suffers from color vision impairment, but also suffers from CIP, which is congenital insomnia."
This is not his nonsense, but a reasonable inference after examination, just borrowing an understandable medical term. Anbu has no metabolism, and he doesn't know how she maintains her vitality. In his view, she is a freshly baked corpse. It is already bizarre for a corpse to be able to move freely. As for other senses, it is definitely incomparable to that of a real living person.
Jian Ningxuan took a breath, and murmured in disbelief: "Painless..."
Painlessness means that she cannot make any emergency response to pain and avoid danger in time. Even if someone stabs a knife in her heart, she can still walk like a normal person until tens of seconds later, her heart bursts and she dies. die.
No wonder she always acted so indifferent to her injuries, because she didn't feel pain at all.
Jian Ningxuan's eyes were red, his face was livid, and he stood stiffly at the door.
Fang Cun gave him a sympathetic look, wondering if he would suffer a bigger blow after knowing Anbu's identity in the future. He definitely won't tell this secret.
Plodding out of the square-inch duty room, Jian Ningxuan just met Xiao Liu, the assistant who came to deliver meals at the door of the ward.
"Mr. Jian, the nutritious meal you want." Xiao Liu Chao looked at the ward and asked, "Is Miss An okay?"
Jian Ningxuan didn't answer, took the bag from Xiao Liu's hand, and was about to enter the house, when suddenly a thought occurred to him, and he remembered what Fang Cun said to him just now, all senses of An Bu are weaker than ordinary people, except painlessness and color vision disorder, whether Have other questions
Thinking of this, he put the bag containing the lunch box on the bench next to the corridor, opened it and took a look, found a few packets of mustard powder from it, tore it open, and poured it into a glass of juice.
Xiao Liu's eyes widened in astonishment: "Mr. Jian, you are..." Planning to scold Miss An? Isn't she your true love? He is still wounded, please be merciful!
After finishing all this, Jian Ningxuan packed his things again, and then walked into the ward with the bag. Xiao Liu originally wanted to follow in to have a look, but was mercilessly locked out of the door.
"Mr. Jian, you are back, what delicious food did you buy?" Anbu leaned on the pillow and looked at him with a smile.
Jian Ningxuan laid out the lunch boxes in the bag one by one, finally picked up the drink cup, hesitated for a moment, and handed it to Anbu.
Anbu didn't doubt that he was there, took a big sip from the drink cup, and there was no abnormality on his face.
Jian Ningxuan felt a pain in his heart: "Does it taste good?"
"Hmm." An Bu responded casually.
At this time, a big hand reached out, took the cup from her hand, and replaced it with another cup.
An Bu looked at him strangely: "What's wrong?"
"I want to drink your cup." Jian Ningxuan said calmly.
Anbu laughed and said, "Oh, indirect kissing~~"
Jian Ningxuan took a deep look, lifted the lid of the cup, and took a sip of the juice. Immediately, he felt a choking taste rushing straight to his forehead, a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and several veins burst out.
Anbu: "..." Does indirect kissing make you so uncomfortable...
Abruptly drinking up a glass of juice, Jian Ningxuan pretended to be okay and sat by the bed, eating with Anbu.
Seeing that his skin was flushed, beads of sweat were dripping down, and his hair was about to explode, Anbu was puzzled. Didn't you just drink a glass of juice? Why does it feel like drinking poison? Is your saliva poisonous? It shouldn't be, they kiss every day...
"Mr. Jian, are you okay?" Anbu asked with concern.
Jian Ningxuan's eyes were red, and he didn't know whether it was from being hot or feeling uncomfortable, so he could only scold his assistant, saying it's okay to put some mustard powder, does he need wasabi for the nutritious meal he ordered!
"It's okay." Jian Ningxuan drank a few sips of soup, and it took a while to recover.
Following painlessness and color vision disturbance, Anbu's loss of taste was confirmed.
Among the five senses, the only one that is fairly normal is probably the sense of hearing, and there is no obstacle to communication in normal times. As for the sense of smell... Jian Ningxuan said: "The quilt in the hospital has a strange smell, I will replace it with a new one for you tomorrow."
"Odd smell?" An Bu sniffed it, "Well, the smell of carp brand laundry detergent, 8 yuan for a big bag, the public's favorite cheap detergent."
Jian Ningxuan: "... I will change it for you tonight."
Someone's cleanliness has occurred again.
After eating, Jian Ningxuan cleared the table, got up to fetch water for Anbu, walked out of the ward, closed the door, raised his hand suddenly, and punched the wall hard.
Five senses, three disabled.
His Anbu has been living in a world without color, taste, and pain...