Chapter 2735 Transmigrated to a Noble Academy as a Special Admission Student (19)

Lin Baiyu's ward was considered to have the highest level of care. Even though all the test results showed that there was nothing seriously wrong, people still came to visit in an endless stream, from high-ranking college officials to military officers. Flowers and gifts almost filled the outer room.

Lin Baiyu was in a daze and closed his eyes in exhaustion after dealing with several waves of visitors.

The ward quieted down, but he felt something was missing. The figure that had stood in front of him in the critical moment seemed to have never appeared.

Lin Baiyu was somewhat disappointed and went into the medical pod to recover.

The atmosphere in the other ward, separated by only one wall, was completely different.

The "hero who saved lives" who suddenly fainted was lying peacefully against the headboard.

Jin Chen leaned casually against the raised headboard, his hospital gown open, revealing a striking purplish-blue bruise on his left shoulder and below his collarbone.

The wound covered a considerable area, appearing grotesque in contrast to the pale skin.

Ling Yao sat on a low stool by the bed, holding a special healing gel in his hand, and carefully applied it to the bruise.

Of course, no doctor or nurse would dare to let this precious young master Ling do such a job himself.

Just as the nurse brought in the medicine tray, before she could even do anything and had just opened Jin Chen's ward door, Ling Yao chased her out.

Jin Chen looked at him leisurely, her tone teasing, "Now it's all good, no one will help me apply the medicine, young master."

Without a second thought, Ling Yao grabbed the tube of ointment and said, "I'll apply it for you!"

Jin Chen chuckled softly, the last syllable drawn out, carrying a meaningful, sarcastic tone.

"Row."

Ling Yao, realizing what he had said, was speechless.

His ears burned, and he pursed his lips in annoyance, unconsciously pressing his tongue against the piercing to suppress his discomfort.

"The medicine works very quickly," Ling Yao said, looking down and focusing on his work. "Apply a thick layer, and it will be fine in a little while."

Jin Chen closed the magazine he had just picked up to pass the time and tossed it aside.

He raised his uninjured right hand and touched Ling Yao's cheek with his fingertips, feeling its delicate texture.

"Come closer."

“…What?” Ling Yao paused, looked up at him, and, afraid of touching the injury on his left shoulder, moved slightly to the side of the bed.

With a little effort, Jin Chen lifted the person off the stool and pulled him into her arms, sitting him sideways beside her legs.

"It still hurts a little," Jin Chen lowered his eyes, looking at the somewhat stiff person in his arms, his fingers lightly kneading the earlobe, coaxing in a low voice, "What should we do?"

Ling Yao's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

He recalled the scene on the field where Jin Chen single-handedly faced the out-of-control starship and held him firmly in her arms.

That feeling of being protected by absolute power.

Ling Yao's heart softened, and he gently rubbed his forehead against Jin Chen's intact right shoulder.

"I'll hire the best restorer for you and use the most expensive medicine."

"wrong answer."

Jin Chen chuckled softly, his fingers sliding down to gently hook his chin, making him raise his head.

With calluses on his fingertips, he pressed his soft lips with great interest.

"Should I give it to you or not?" Jin Chen asked in a low voice.

Ling Yao's pupils dilated slightly. Jin Chen had kissed him in many places: his earlobe, his shoulder, his lower back...

Here, however, the touch of lips carries a completely different meaning.

He licked his suddenly dry lips, and stammered, unusually, "Do you... really want it?"

Jin Chen looked at him, who was clearly extremely nervous but was trying to remain calm, and the smile in her eyes deepened, but her tone was calm and composed.

"The decision is yours."

He always says that.

But every time, Ling Yao, who was given the power to make decisions, would willingly follow Jin Chen's ideas without exception.

Ling Yao turned his head, took a few deep breaths, closed his eyes, and moved closer to Jin Chen's lips.

But all I encountered was a warm, dry palm.

He opened his eyes in confusion, meeting Jin Chen's smiling gaze.

Jin Chen seemed to have suddenly changed his mind, and slid down the slide to calm himself down.

"Never mind," he said listlessly, "You seem to be in a difficult position."

Ling Yao was stunned. Looking at Jin Chen's profile with her eyes closed, he pouted. His young master temper flared up, and he stubbornly pried open Jin Chen's hand that was blocking him, determined to kiss her.

"...Who said it was difficult!"

He lowered his head and awkwardly pressed his lips to Jin Chen's.

Just by touching, the warm and soft sensation was transmitted between them, and he stopped, opening his eyes somewhat helplessly, looking at Jin Chen's closed eyes.

After a few seconds of silence, Jin Chen's deep, smiling voice rang out through the tiny gap between their lips.

"Is it really that intimate?"

"...How would I know?"

Ling Yao's ears turned red from his question, so he gritted his teeth and took a big bite. Then he quickly sat up and hurriedly pulled the blanket up to Jin Chen's chin.

"Now that we're done kissing, you should get some rest."

Jin Chen smiled and obediently closed his eyes, entering a deep sleep to restore his mental energy.

Ling Yao sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Jin Chen's sleeping profile for a long time, and then slightly curved the corners of his lips.

"...a hypocrite."

Clearly, you really like me!

[The villain's darkening value is detected -10, totaling 50! 】

[The villain's heart rate is detected +4, totaling 54! 】

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The next day.

After ample rest and treatment with top-tier medical resources, Lin Baiyu's spirits recovered significantly, and his pale face regained some color.

Ling Yao and Sis arrived early in the morning, but when they opened the ward door, they found that there were already several people inside.

Besides Lin Baiyu, who stayed behind to handle the aftermath of the accident, there were also two military colonels.

What surprised Ling Yao the most was that Jin Chen was also there.

He had just passed by the next ward and assumed Jin Chen was still asleep.

"Brother Lin." Ling Yao and Sis composed themselves, greeted him politely, and walked in.

"You've arrived, that's perfect. Keep Bai Yu company and have a chat. He just woke up recently. I have some details to confirm with the two officers."

Lin Baiyu nodded to them in a calm tone, then gestured to the two colonels.

The three of them left the ward together and closed the door behind them.

The ward fell silent.

Ling Yao's gaze fell on Jin Chen, his brows furrowing slightly. "What are you doing here? Are you healed?"

Jin Chen leaned back lazily in his chair, his tone as languid as ever, "I don't know if it's better or not."

"I'm coming..."

I tried to eavesdrop on who the murderer was, but it turns out these people haven't found out yet.

He hesitated for a moment, then changed his words, saying, "They asked me about yesterday's accident."

Ling Yao was skeptical, but what unsettled him even more was the way his friend looked at Jin Chen.

He looked at Lin Baiyu, completely unaware of when his friend had developed an unusual interest in Jin Chen.

He has always been generous to his friends. No matter how rare something is, he will never be stingy if Bai Yu asks for it.

but……

But this person is Jin Chen.

Ling Yao was lost in a jumble of thoughts, while Lin Baiyu had finally waited for his older brother to leave, leaving only familiar friends in the ward.

He cleared his throat awkwardly, looked at Jin Chen frankly, and his aloof demeanor softened somewhat.

"Jin Chen, I would like to formally invite you to be my personal knight."

Jinchen: “?”

what.

Sis, who was struggling with an apple peel with a knife, looked up in surprise when he heard this. He glanced at Lin Baiyu, then stole a look at Ling Yao, whose face was tense. He silently put down the fruit knife and didn't dare to say a word.

Jin Chen refused decisively, "No."