Quick Transmigration: God of Slaughter? But He Calls Me Baby! - Chapter 45
Qianzhou’s voice was as tiny as a mosquito’s. He called out twice, barely audible—it seemed like he was calling Gu Sheng.
Gu Sheng dragged a stool over to the bedside and said, “It’s fine now.”
Qianzhou half-opened his eyes, as if just to confirm Gu Sheng was still there. Once he saw him, he closed them again.
He slept all the way until four in the morning.
In a blur, he felt Gu Sheng call the nurse to change his IV several times. That gave Qianzhou dreams of being chased across the floor by giant syringes—he couldn’t figure out why there were so many shots in the world.
Once the anesthetic wore off, Qianzhou grew restless from the pain. He reached for Gu Sheng’s arm and shook him awake.
Qianzhou hissed through his teeth, “I want barbecue…”
Gu Sheng caught his fidgeting hand. He was about to say, ‘Where am I supposed to find that in the middle of the night?’ but when he saw Qianzhou’s pale face, he swallowed the words.
He glanced up at the wall clock. “The barbecue place opens at seven. Sleep another three hours—when you wake, I’ll buy it for you.”
Qianzhou’s eyes watered with grievance. “But I want it now. I want to sit up—lying down makes my back ache.”
“Why doesn’t this ward have air-conditioning? Gu Sheng, open the window… it’s hot.”
In the quiet night, Gu Sheng looked at Qianzhou curled up into a ball.
Qianzhou’s back pressed against the bed rail, his fingers nervously tugging at the corner of the pillow. “Hurry up and open it…”
Gu Sheng softened his voice. “The window’s already open.”
Qianzhou rolled over, then two seconds later rolled back. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead.
He panted twice, whining, “Even with the window open there’s no breeze. The bandages are too tight, any movement makes it hurt…”
His voice wavered with a sob. “I’m hot…”
Gu Sheng picked up a stack of medical reports from the desk. The papers rustled softly in the dark.
He waved them at Qianzhou to make a breeze. “How about this?”
“Closer,” Qianzhou scooted over.
He occupied such a tiny space on the bed that the quilt seemed bigger than him.
“You really are malnourished. Where does all the food you eat go?” Gu Sheng asked, sitting at the head of the bed, fanning him.
Qianzhou muttered, “Turns into poop.”
A low, pleasant laugh broke the darkness. Gu Sheng said, “So basically you ate for nothing, is that it?”
Qianzhou sniffled and frowned. “Not for nothing. Delicious food has to be digested after you eat it. People are alive in this world—no meal should be missed.”
He tugged Gu Sheng’s sleeve. “And poop shouldn’t be missed either!”
Gu Sheng’s eyes stung with dryness. He shut them briefly, rubbing Qianzhou’s forehead with his palm.
“Mm… seems like you have a bit of a fever. Let’s take your temperature.”
He got up from the bed, but barely took a step before Qianzhou grabbed him. Gu Sheng asked warily, “Where are you going?”
“To get a thermometer.”
“I don’t want my temperature taken.” Qianzhou wiped away tears and pulled him back with both hands.
He even hooked his legs around Gu Sheng, moving slowly so as not to tug at his wound. Any sign Gu Sheng might get up made him panic.
Gu Sheng let him cling and asked, “Are you cold?”
“I’m hot.”
“Hot but still sticking to me?” Gu Sheng shifted slightly.
“Ah!” Qianzhou yelped.
Gu Sheng quickly covered his mouth. “Alright, alright, I won’t move.”
Qianzhou lay across the bed, finally settling down as Gu Sheng fanned him rhythmically.
At four a.m., the hospital was deathly quiet. Few people stayed in single rooms here, and the ones beside theirs were empty.
Qianzhou stared at the leaves outside the window and the stars peeking through the gaps.
His eyelids grew heavy.
Just as he was about to drift off, pain jolted him awake again. He pursed his lips, sucking in breaths, and inched closer to Gu Sheng.
Now he lay lengthwise on the bed—but upside down.
“Gu Sheng… aren’t you sleepy?” he whispered.
Gu Sheng’s arm had turned into a fanning machine, keeping a steady rhythm. “Not too bad.”
Qianzhou patted the space beside him. “You lie the right way, I’ll lie upside down.”
“I’m fine,” Gu Sheng said.
“Why not?” Qianzhou tilted his eyes at him, as if glaring.
“I was in the sea all day and didn’t get to shower. I stink.”
“You can take a shower. But if you don’t, it’s fine too. I want to sleep with you, so I don’t mind…”
In the darkness, Gu Sheng watched his face quietly. “You’re really difficult tonight.”
So obedient most of the time—turns out he was saving it all up to torment him now.
Qianzhou fell silent for a few seconds, then said again, “…Could you ask for some painkillers? The wound hurts too much to sleep.”
“Then can I move now?” Gu Sheng asked.
Qianzhou gave a tiny nod. “But come back quick.”
Gu Sheng left the room. Two minutes later, he returned with a strip of pills.
As he poured water, he heard muffled sobs under the blanket.
Lifting it, he saw Qianzhou’s hair messier than a bird’s nest, his eyes red and swollen—like he’d been gone two hours, not two minutes.
Gu Sheng fed him the painkillers, tucked him in properly, and covered his stomach with the quilt.
Qianzhou hated pain. He hooked a finger around Gu Sheng’s, then slowly wrapped his arms around Gu Sheng’s.
Maybe it was psychological, but he already felt a bit better.
There was grime stuck to Gu Sheng’s sleeve, and Qianzhou caught a faint fishy smell.
But he had said he wouldn’t mind Gu Sheng.
He picked off bits of seaweed from the fabric and clung tighter to his arm.
Their breathing steadied in the room. Papers scattered on the floor. Gu Sheng’s hand rested loosely on Qianzhou.
In the dark, Qianzhou blinked slowly and turned his head toward him.
Gu Sheng was slumped against the stool, already asleep.
Qianzhou wanted to speak, but didn’t want to wake him.
So he whispered even softer, just breath against the air:
“Gu Sheng, these painkillers are working so slow…”
When no answer came, he paused, then added:
“You really didn’t have to save me… I wouldn’t have actually died.”
“I keep feeling you’re not like my other mission targets. From the first glance, you seemed familiar… but I can’t remember where I saw you…”
“If I’d met you, I’d definitely remember you so, so deeply. Anyway… it’s that kind of feeling. Maybe someday I’ll recall.”
Qianzhou squeezed his finger around Gu Sheng’s. “You… you’re a little like my teacher from when I was a kid. But he didn’t want me. He threw me into a garbage dump…”
“Maybe because I was disobedient…”
He pressed his face into Gu Sheng’s palm. “I really do like you a lot.”
【Affection +5】
The medicine kicked in, easing the pain in his shoulder. Sleepiness overtook him.
“But… I have to leave.”
What he didn’t notice was that the breathing above him had already grown shallow.
Gu Sheng’s eyes were open. He had woken long ago.
His throat was dry, his voice hoarse as he asked:
“Leave… to where?”