Quick Transmigration: God of Slaughter? But He Calls Me Baby! - Chapter 49

Gu Sheng no longer needed to take medication.

The symptoms of bipolar disorder had vanished completely along with that “other self” inside his mind.

The VIP ward had a simple folding bed for family members to rest on, a standard two meters long—more than enough for an average person.

But Gu Sheng was 1.9 meters tall. With a pillow, his feet extended past the edge. The bed must’ve been old, because even the slightest shift made it creak loudly.

Forget rolling over—even just moving an arm made it squeak.

President Gu had never slept on such a cramped bed in his life.

The next morning, before Qian Zhou woke up, Gu Sheng went for his usual morning run downstairs, and brought back breakfast for him on the way up.

He stood by the bed, watching Qian Zhou sleep soundly, then pulled the curtains shut again to block out the sunlight.

It wasn’t until after 10 that Qian Zhou woke up. Checking his temperature, he found his fever had already broken.

He swung both feet back and forth on top of the blanket, bored out of his mind, then spotted a wheelchair parked near the door.

He patted Gu Sheng’s shoulder.
“Push me to the little garden downstairs, will you?”

Gu Sheng was holding a trash bag, wearing the hospital’s cotton slippers.
“Wait a second.”

He went out to throw the garbage away, then took a work call in the hallway.

When he came back, Qian Zhou was already in the wheelchair, holding Pei Fangyu’s big parrot in his arms, gently stroking its head.

Gu Sheng looked at him sitting there, swinging his legs, obviously in a great mood.

Qian Zhou was dressed in a loose hospital gown, eyes wandering everywhere.

He noticed the hospital had excellent lighting, and the trees outside the windows were lush and full.

Gu Sheng pushed him past the consultation area, drawing stares from people on both sides.

Gu Sheng was already strikingly tall and handsome, but today there was also little Qian Zhou.

Fair skin, fine delicate features, looking very obedient in the wheelchair, occasionally turning his head to talk to the man pushing him.

The little hospital park only had some basic flowers and shrubs. Gu Sheng wheeled him around once, then headed toward the seaside.

Noticing the lack of people around, Qian Zhou tugged at his sleeve.

In a low voice, he asked, “Did you kiss my forehead yesterday?”

Gu Sheng kept his gaze forward, face impassive.
“No.”

“You’re lying. I wasn’t asleep yet. Gu Sheng, didn’t I tell you not to touch or kiss me whenever you want?”

The parrot lifted its head and blinked its black eyes twice, then rubbed its beak against Qian Zhou’s hand.

Qian Zhou lowered his head, tenderly stroking it, but still barked fiercely at Gu Sheng:

“You’re not my anything, and I’m not your anything.”

The wheelchair suddenly stopped. Gu Sheng’s gaze darkened as he stared at the parrot in Qian Zhou’s arms.

Normally, he would’ve already snapped at him.

Qian Zhou snuck a glance at him.
“Why aren’t you saying anything?”

Gu Sheng moved around to the front of the wheelchair, bracing both hands on its armrests.

Qian Zhou quickly tried to lean back, but Gu Sheng locked the wheels, trapping him against the chair. He instinctively turned his head away.

“You—what are you doing!”

Gu Sheng gripped his chin, forcing him to look back.
“I think what you said makes a lot of sense.”

“Then don’t grab my chin, mmph—”

“Gu—mmph—let me go—”

“Mmph…”

Gu Sheng suddenly kissed him.

Qian Zhou’s eyes widened. He tried to push him away, but he was too weak. His wrist was pinned down by Gu Sheng.

The kiss was fierce, domineering.

【Affection +2】

【Affection +2】

【Affection +2】

The parrot screeched angrily, flapping and clawing at Gu Sheng’s clothes.

The unexpected kiss left Qian Zhou stunned—so Gu Sheng was still this overbearing.

Not until Qian Zhou’s lips were swollen and sore did Gu Sheng finally release him.

Panting against the wheelchair, ears and neck flushed red, Qian Zhou gasped, “You kissed me again!”

Gu Sheng’s gaze was dark, bottomless when fixed on others.

“Surprised? Isn’t this exactly what I am? After putting in so much effort, I deserve at least some interest back.”

He brushed a thumb across Qian Zhou’s lips.

“You’re drooling. Was it that good?”

Qian Zhou quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe his mouth.
“I wasn’t drooling.”

He realized he had no way of resisting Gu Sheng—because the man was shameless.

From the seaside platform, they could see children playing in the sand and fishermen docking their boats.

Gu Sheng pushed him along. Qian Zhou touched his lips lightly.
“Hiss…”

“Cut yourself?” Gu Sheng asked.

Shocked, Qian Zhou exclaimed, “How can you even ask that? When you bit me with your teeth, why didn’t you stop?”

Gu Sheng smirked.
“Stop? Not a chance.”

He tapped his own lips, the veins on his hand prominent, a smile tugging at his mouth.

“Your lips are too dry. Drink more water when we get back.”

Qian Zhou clamped his mouth shut, refusing to say another word all the way back to the ward.

A few minutes later, a nurse came in carrying a box, setting fresh bandages and medicine on the tray.

“Back already? Time to change your dressing.”

Gu Sheng stood by the bed, unbuttoning Qian Zhou’s gown one by one.

His upper body looked slender, chest and shoulders wrapped tightly in layers of gauze.

Qian Zhou felt a little cowardly—afraid of the pain.

Gu Sheng glanced down to find his hand clutching his sleeve, eyes squeezed shut in fear.

Gu Sheng took his hand in his.

The nurse cut open the gauze, exposing the stitched wound, then disinfected around it with sterile cotton.

When the wound was touched, Qian Zhou’s grip tightened, trembling.

Since it was a penetrating injury, both front and back needed to be treated.

The nurse clipped some tape.
“Healing pretty well—it’s already scabbing. But this will leave a scar. The sutures are internal, so they’ll stay inside.”

“Even if the surface looks small, the underlying tissue and fascia were badly damaged. We’ll monitor another four days. If nothing happens, he can be discharged.”

Hearing about the scar, Gu Sheng lowered his eyes, staring at the smooth pale shoulder, a little lost in thought.

Qian Zhou slowly got dressed again, when suddenly, after a long absence, the voice of System 052 rang in his mind.

【System 052: Comrade Qian Xiaozhou, what happened? You wake up and your affection score is already 80!】

Qian Zhou froze. Already 80? That fast?

【Qian Zhou: Doesn’t feel like it’s been that long.】

【System 052: Hehe, complete the mission and you can leave. The Lord God himself will give you a reward—and 100,000 points!】

【System 052: Eh… But how’d you get hurt after just a few days? Fine, I’ll stay with you.】

052 popped open the camera, snapped a picture of Qian Zhou—labeled: “Qian Xiaozhou’s first injury, no pain shield used.”

Gu Sheng ended up in the photo too: Qian Zhou half-dressed, background the ward’s ceiling fan and billowing curtain.

052 crammed the photo into its already bursting memory drive.

【System 052: By the way, are you letting him kiss you now?】

【Qian Zhou: No.】

【System 052: He hasn’t chased you down yet?】

【Qian Zhou: No. He hasn’t even tried.】

【System 052: Then he’ll probably realize that soon.】