The host is no longer a human today.

Chapter 395 Report to the Marshal, Young Master Shen is causing trouble again (26)

In the evening, the sky was dyed with bloody sunset glow, and a day's war was gradually coming to an end. If the Sun Kingdom was still using all means to launch sneak attacks at the beginning, now they have entered a period of fatigue and have to stay still.

Yan Changsui was still a little confused when he just woke up. He only remembered that he was hit by the bomb because he wanted to completely blow up Xiao Rizi's artillery. He thought he might have to confess.

So he was rescued?

Yan Changsui breathed a sigh of relief, everything was fine.

He hadn't confessed his feelings to that man yet, and hadn't seen with his own eyes Jiuzhou drive the invaders back to their lair. How could he bear to die like this?

Yan Changsui blinked and was about to turn around to see where he was, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Shen Zuixue lying on the bed next to him.

Yan Changsui's pupils shrank and his brain went blank for a moment.

Why is Axue lying in the ward? Is he injured?

Yan Changsui struggled to sit up, but he had no strength left and could only worry.

Fortunately, the young nurse who was guarding outside soon heard the noise and came in. Seeing that Yan Changsui seemed to be about to get up, she hurried forward.

"Hey, Marshal, please don't move. You just had surgery and you need to rest well." The young nurse held Yan Changsui down weakly, with a look of disapproval on her face.

Yan Changsui lay on the bed somewhat weakly, his lips moving, and it took a long time before he made any sound.

"Axue...what..."

The voice was so hoarse and unpleasant that Yan Changsui was slightly startled.

The young nurse was smart. She immediately understood that he was concerned about Shen Zuixue and said to her in a hurry:

"Don't worry, Marshal. Doctor Shen is not injured. He just performed four operations in a row, which took too much energy, so he fell asleep out of exhaustion."

After hearing this, Yan Changsui's panic calmed down a little.

The young nurse breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him calm down. If Marshal Yan had not been obedient and his wound had burst open, they might not have been able to save him without Doctor Shen.

While thinking this, the nurse quickly poured a glass of water, "Marshal, can I help you get up and drink some water?"

The young nurse was about to help Yan Changsui up as she spoke. Yan Changsui frowned subconsciously and was about to refuse when he heard a familiar voice coming from the side.

"You go and do your thing, I'll take care of him." Shen Zuixue rubbed his eyebrows.

The young nurse looked at Shen Zuixue and then at Yan Changsui, and then showed an expression of sudden enlightenment.

"Okay, then I'll go check out the other wards first."

The young nurse put down the cup and hurried away.

Shen Zuixue put her arm around Yan Changsui's upper body, adjusted the height of the head of the bed with her other hand, and then put the person down safely.

Yan Changsui looked at Shen Zuixue's profile so close to him and the faint scent lingering in his nose. His heart beat a little faster, causing the machine next to him to make a "beeping" sound.

Shen Zuixue was stunned for a moment, glanced at the machine on the bedside, and a bright smile flashed across her eyes.

He didn't stand up, but leaned closer, "Why is Changsui's heart beating so fast all of a sudden?"

The hot breath sprinkled on his face, and Yan Changsui only felt a surge of heat, the tips of his ears turned pink, and even the pain in his body was not so strong.

After three years of living together, although they have not yet broken the window paper due to the turbulent political situation, who doesn't know about the "unclear" situation between them?

Yan Changsui opened his lips and was about to say something when Shen Zuixue put her index finger against his lips.

"Don't talk. Your throat is hurt. You need to rest for two days. I know what you mean."

Yan Changsui blinked, and his curled eyelashes were like a small fan, inexplicably diluting the bloody smell on the battlefield.