Can I still be saved? [Transmigration] - Chapter 41.2

Fu Hanzhou followed instinctively, but his gaze remained fixed on the bloodied back of Su Yunjing’s hand.

More and more white bugs appeared, crawling all over Su Yunjing’s skin.

The thin, narrow cut had been gnawed open into a gaping bloody hole by them, with even more worms surging out of it.

Fu Hanzhou’s lips trembled, but the corners of his eyes were full of viciousness. His jaw was clenched so tightly that the muscles in his cheeks twitched, and he could barely stop himself from wanting to swallow them whole.

Su Yunjing had been watching him closely. Seeing Fu Hanzhou about to lower his mouth to the wound again, he quickly covered his eyes.

“Did you forget? Last time, when you hurt your nose, didn’t it bleed too? You just went to the infirmary, got it treated, and the bleeding stopped.”

“It’s just bl00d, not bugs. There are no bugs in this world.”

Su Yunjing held onto the unstable Fu Hanzhou while also worrying that the man with the knife might come back.

At this hour, almost no one passed through here. With the streetlight broken, there was no telling if that attacker would suddenly return.

The way he struck made it obvious his target was Little Tsundere.

But strangely, he hadn’t aimed to kill. He’d stabbed Fu Hanzhou’s arm instead, which was why Su Yunjing got nicked when he tried to pull him away.

Fortunately, Fu Hanzhou didn’t make a scene—he just kept trying to suck the bl00d from Su Yunjing’s hand.

At the clinic, the doctor checked the wound. It wasn’t deep, and he dressed it up neatly.

Fu Hanzhou sat beside him, his face pale as paper, one hand still pressed tightly over his own eyes.

Worried that seeing the treatment might worsen his condition, he didn’t let him look.

Sensing Fu Hanzhou’s unease, Su Yunjing said, “Don’t move.”

“Does it hurt?” Fu Hanzhou’s throat bobbed as his hands clamped around Su Yunjing’s wrist. “Is there… still bl00d?”

What he really wanted to ask was, “Are there still bugs?” But Su Yunjing had kept insisting it was bl00d, not bugs.

“It’s almost gone. The doctor’s treating me, it’ll be fine any second.” Su Yunjing comforted him.

The doctor glanced up at the two of them, clearly puzzled by their interaction, before going to fetch some antibiotics.

Once the doctor stepped out, Su Yunjing finally let go of Fu Hanzhou’s eyes and showed him his bandaged hand.

“See? No bugs.”

Fu Hanzhou cradled his hand carefully, saying nothing.

The doctor came back with a few packets of antibiotics and instructed Su Yunjing to return in two days for a dressing change, and to avoid water in the meantime.

After paying, Su Yunjing took the medicine and left with Fu Hanzhou.

Fu Hanzhou seemed to have returned to normal, yet also seemed not to. He walked the whole way with Su Yunjing, holding his hand obediently as though it were something precious.

“Did you report it to the police?” Fu Hanzhou suddenly asked.

Su Yunjing shook his head. “Not yet.”

Fu Hanzhou fell silent again, lowering his gaze, his expression unreadable.

Later, they went to the police station to file a report and give statements. Based on years of experience, the officers agreed with Su Yunjing’s suspicion: this wasn’t a robbery, but revenge. If it had been a mugging, the man wouldn’t have come straight at them with a knife.

When Wen Yanlai and Shen Nianyun heard that Su Yunjing had been stabbed, they immediately flew back.

Although he hadn’t been badly hurt, it was sheer luck.

These past two days, Guo Xiuhui had been secretly wiping away tears.

The Wen family couldn’t settle their hearts. After all, the day Wen Yanlai’s brother and sister-in-law died in that car accident, Wen Ci had been in the car too.

It was just that Wen Ci had been sitting in the back seat, blessed with good fortune. Both sitting in the driver and passenger seat in the front had died instantly, while he’d only suffered a concussion and cuts from the broken glass.

Now, with Su Yunjing getting attacked, the family was shaken all over again.

Fu Hanzhou had only broken down that first night. Since then, he’d been eerily quiet—so quiet it didn’t seem normal.

Su Yunjing kept a close eye on Little Tsundere for two days, but saw no clear signs of trouble, though he still couldn’t shake the unease in his heart.

Worried both about Fu Hanzhou’s condition and the fact that the police still hadn’t caught the attacker, Su Yunjing couldn’t sleep well.

The past couple of nights, he’d woken up in the middle of the night, restless and unsettled. This time, not long after dozing off again, he vaguely felt someone nearby.

His instincts jolted him awake.

Opening his eyes, he saw a tall, lean figure crouched by his bed.

The room was dim, but he recognized the face—it was Fu Hanzhou.

Relieved, Su Yunjing sat up. “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

Fu Hanzhou’s features blurred in the dim light. He stared fixedly at Su Yunjing’s bandaged hand without saying a word. His lashes cast a heavy shadow that deepened his gloom.

“Hanzhou?” Su Yunjing reached out and touched his shoulder.

His fingertips brushed across Fu Hanzhou’s broad shoulder, and only then did he realize that his body was extremely tense, even the muscles inside of his arm trembling uncontrollably.

Su Yunjing realized that the situation was a little bad, and immediately sat up straight, “Did you have a nightmare? Or are you seeing the bugs again?”

Fu Hanzhou kept his gaze locked on the back of Su Yunjing’s hand.

After Su Yunjing noticed it, he seemed to understand a little, and asked him, “You’re still afraid those white bugs are there?”

Fu Hanzhou finally reacted. He looked at Su Yunjing and nodded slightly.

The doctor had said to come back tomorrow for a change of dressing. The wound wouldn’t be healed, but at least it wouldn’t be bleeding. If there was no bl00d, it shouldn’t trigger him.

“There aren’t any bugs. If you don’t believe me, unwrap it and see for yourself.” Su Yunjing held out his hand.

Fu Hanzhou’s voice was extremely hoarse. “Will it hurt?”

Su Yunjing smiled and said. “No. The doctor put Vaseline gauze underneath so the bandage won’t stick to the skin. If you’re careful, I won’t feel a thing.”

Fu Hanzhou’s Adam’s apple rolled.

He lowered his eyes and carefully untied the gauze.

Between the wound and the gauze was a layer of transparent dressing, stained with dark red.

The dressing clung slightly to the flesh, and when Su Yunjing gritted his teeth and peeled it away, it revealed a wound that hadn’t yet healed. The pale flesh gaped open, and the swollen skin around it puckered like an ugly fish’s mouth.

“There aren’t any bugs, right?” Su Yunjing asked him.

Fu Hanzhou’s long lashes trembled, like a restless butterfly with no place to land. Each quiver thickened the mist in his eyes.

The corners of his eyes flushed red, as though brushed with rouge.

He lowered his head and gently kissed the wound on the back of Su Yunjing’s hand.

Su Yunjing froze for a moment. Was this… Little Tsundere’s stress response?

Half-kneeling in front of him, Fu Hanzhou cradled his hand and placed another kiss on it with extreme tenderness.

If not for the situation, Su Yunjing would have thought he was being proposed to.

Suppressing his awkwardness, he said, “It’ll heal in a few days. Don’t worry, I’m fine. I won’t get eaten by bugs.”

But Fu Hanzhou didn’t seem reassured. The fog in his eyes only thickened.

With his lowered lashes, he looked like a fragile porcelain doll, heartbreakingly delicate.

Su Yunjing couldn’t stand seeing him like that. He climbed down from the bed, crouched to meet his eyes.

“Look at me—I’m fine. I can run, I can jump. It’s just a cut on my hand. What’s the big deal?”

Fu Hanzhou watched Su Yunjing, his lips parting and closing, and caught faint glimpses of the moist, soft tip of his tongue as he spoke.

Knowing that Fu Hanzhou was downcast because of his injury, Su Yunjing did his best to comfort him.

Suddenly, something dry and soft pressed against his lips—just a light touch, carrying a trace of coolness.

Su Yunjing’s mind exploded instantly.

This…

Kissing the back of his hand had barely been understandable, so what was this supposed to mean?

As Su Yunjing’s brain went blank, an ill-timed line from the school forum popped into his head: “Red lips, fragrant and soft.”

Little Tsundere’s lips weren’t fragrant—just faintly flavored with toothpaste. But they were pretty soft.

Su Yunjing stared wide-eyed at Fu Hanzhou, mind still crashing.

And yet the face so close to his own looked even more bewildered than he was.

Fu Hanzhou’s lashes were dampened by a tear, and his pitch-black eyes shimmered with water, looking lost and bewildered, as if even he didn’t know what he had just done.

The two of them stared at each other in awkward shock. Both were stunned, but with his looks as an advantage, Little Tsundere somehow came off as the more innocent one.

Su Yunjing’s thoughts spun in chaotic circles.

Just as he failed to make any sense of it, Fu Hanzhou lowered his gaze, leaned closer, and rested against his shoulder.

Su Yunjing’s body stiffened.

Little Tsundere had always been clingy. From another perspective, they had basically grown up together.

When they were kids, Fu Hanzhou often stuck to him like this. To Su Yunjing, it felt as if he had blinked and that clingy child had suddenly turned into a seventeen-year-old boy.

So his mind had never really adjusted. Whenever Fu Hanzhou hugged him or rubbed against him, Su Yunjing hadn’t thought much of it.

But now, suddenly, there was an indescribable awkwardness.

“I had a nightmare,” Fu Hanzhou whispered, his voice soft like a lost lamb. “I dreamed you left me. No matter how I searched, I couldn’t find you.”

A moment later, Su Yunjing felt a dampness near his ear.

Realizing that Little Tsundere might be crying, Su Yunjing grew flustered and, at the same time, a bit heartsore.

“Don’t overthink it. I’m right here in the room, aren’t I?”

With coaxing and comfort, Su Yunjing managed to get Fu Hanzhou back onto the bed.

Little Tsundere curled up beside him, silent and low-spirited.

Only after Su Yunjing fell asleep did Fu Hanzhou open his eyes. Staring at the handsome boy’s sleeping face, he raised his fingers to touch his own lips, his expression caught between shock and doubt.

At that moment, even he hadn’t know what he was doing, by the time he came back to his senses, he had already leaned in.

Su Yunjing’s stunned expression had made it clear that this kind of intimacy went far beyond what he could have expected.

And when Fu Hanzhou rested his head on Su Yunjing’s shoulder, there had been a brief moment of stiffness in his body.

Lowering his gaze, Fu Hanzhou felt a sudden, inexplicable irritation—because it seemed Su Yunjing couldn’t accept that level of closeness.

Su Yunjing’s injury wasn’t serious. It wasn’t enough to keep him from going to school, though his right hand was hurt and he wouldn’t be able to do homework for a while.

Meanwhile, the police had already found some leads. Surveillance footage in the area had captured the suspect, though not his face.

From his build and appearance, they roughly determined his age, somewhere between 18 and 30. It wasn’t impossible that he had been hired for money.

When Fu Hanzhou went to the station to identify the man in the footage, he was able to give the police a useful lead.

Last year, he had gotten into a fight near Nan Zhong, right when the authorities launched a crackdown that wiped out the local gangsters in the area.

Fu Hanzhou hadn’t made many enemies, apart from that group—and Wen Yanlai.

But no matter how much Wen Yanlai disliked him, it was unlikely he would go so far as to hire someone to stage a violent warning.

If, however, one or two members of that old gang had managed to slip through the net, they might very well come back to retaliate against Fu Hanzhou.