Dr. Lin, you hurt me.

Chapter 203 Self-indulgent

As usual, Lin Feng helped Zhang Yan finish washing up.

He just waited at the bathroom door, holding a bathrobe in his hand, sitting on a chair nearby and waiting.

This chair was originally prepared by Lin Feng specifically for Zhang Yan because he was unable to stand independently to take a bath. Although it is an elderly product that is a bit unsightly, it is indeed very practical.

At that time, Zhang Yan was sitting on this chair, and Lin Feng was helping him wash his body with his bare chest. It was like washing an extra-large carrot, white and tender, with curves.

Although he had taken a shower first, by the end, Lin Feng was soaked all over, so he had to take another shower and go back in Zhang Yan's pajamas. Zhang Yan's clothes were one size smaller than Lin Feng's, so they were a bit tight for Lin Feng, and he felt shy.

There was a constant sound of water in the bathroom, and Zhang Yan's figure was vague in the mist. It was not clear, but his general outline could be seen, and it was possible to tell what Zhang Yan was currently doing.

The bathroom was really heated too much, it was a bit hot.

The warm water vapor moistened Lin Feng's skin, and the pores on every inch of his skin opened, absorbing the water molecules in the air that carried Zhang Yan's scent.

Although there was only a shadow, Lin Feng was very familiar with Zhang Yan's body and could even recognize him by feeling his bones. After all, they had met each other shirtless so many times and had even fought each other.

When I bought this chair, I focused on its structural design, which was designed based on human mechanics. Lin Feng also tried sitting on it for a while to feel it, and it was indeed very comfortable.

Now Lin Feng felt that this chair was uncomfortable everywhere and he could hardly sit still.

He simply stood up, holding the bathrobe that Zhang Yan was going to wear later in his arms, and paced back and forth at the bathroom door.

Lin Feng could see Zhang Yan from outside, and Zhang Yan could naturally see Lin Feng from inside. Seeing him constantly walking back and forth, he couldn't help but kindly remind him, "Lin Feng, there's a toilet next to it. If you need to pee urgently, you can use it. I don't mind. The water is so loud that I can't hear what's going on there."

As if to prove this point, Zhang Yan turned off the shower while speaking.

Lin Feng heard it very clearly and felt ashamed, which was very appropriate.

He had heard a lot about Zhang Yan's actions and didn't care much about the patient's privacy. He just took care of the patient's physical and psychological needs.

Now that Zhang Yan gave him this friendly reminder, he felt embarrassed. He always watched others and had never been watched by others.

It's hotter.

Lin Feng squeezed out two words from between his clenched teeth, "No need."

After hearing Lin Feng's answer, Zhang Yan continued to turn on the shower to take a shower. He had to concentrate to avoid slipping and falling.

Lin Feng doesn't need him to worry about it. He is healthy and will solve any needs he has. Dr. Lin is not a two-year-old kid. How can he wet his pants?

Zhang Yan finished his shower slowly, and wiped the water droplets on his hair with a towel. As for his body, he opened the bathroom door before he had time to wipe it. It was really a bit hot, and opening the door would allow more oxygen.

Lin Feng looked speechlessly at Zhang Yan who was drying his hair. He threw the bathrobe on the shelf, picked up a large towel and wiped the water droplets off Zhang Yan's body.

If you don't wipe it dry, you'll catch a cold easily.

Although Zhang Yan looks like a delicate crybaby, he is actually not weak in character. His beautiful muscles also show that Zhang Yan is not weak in any aspect.

Lin Feng sighed as he wiped it, Zhang Yan really had a balanced diet and enough nutrition. He had shaved off all his hair for the surgery, and now new hair has grown. Looking at this short hair, it is a bit prickly, but it makes people want to stroke it.

After drying Zhang Yan from head to toe and from front to back, Lin Feng wrapped Zhang Yan in a bathrobe.

Lin Feng pressed the man onto the bathing chair for the elderly and began to blow dry Zhang Yan's hair. Touching this kiwi-like head felt really good, and the head shape was particularly round.

When I shaved my head, I was mistaken for a Shaolin monk by several aunties in other wards, because the videos of monks they saw on short video platforms were like this. He had a good-looking appearance, a strong body, and a fair and tender face.

When Zhang Yan was practicing walking in the corridor wearing a brace, the aunties felt very distressed.

I even asked Lin Feng privately, why didn't the little monk's master come to see him? Look at his legs, they broke like this, and he still has to practice martial arts, so pitiful.

Lin Feng didn't know whether he should tell these aunts the truth. Zhang Yan was really not pitiful at all. He had more money than others could spend in several lifetimes. He could hire the most expensive nurses to take care of him, and he also had special aunts to prepare hospital meals for him.

Finally, Lin Feng followed the principle of less trouble is better, and every time the aunts felt sorry for Zhang Yan, he nodded in agreement.

Lin Feng was absentmindedly wiping Zhang Yan's hair, while Zhang Yan was applying various body lotions and skin moisturizers on himself. Zhang Yan's skin was relatively dry, so he had to apply skin moisturizer, otherwise his skin would peel. He seemed to like the scent of roses very much recently, and his whole body exuded the sweet scent of roses.

"Do you like the scent of roses?" Lin Feng asked this question as he was thinking about it.

Zhang Yan held up the body lotion in his hand and showed it to Lin Feng, "Are you talking about the scent of this body lotion?"

Lin Feng nodded, but then he thought that Zhang Yan couldn't see his movements, so he answered again: "Yes."

"Oh, this is what Su Boding asked the administrative department to get from the warehouse of the marketing department for me. Maybe they think this scent is better." Zhang Yan doesn't care much about this kind of thing, as long as he uses it as he is comfortable with it.

Lin Feng felt like he had prepared a 10,000-word paper, but at the last moment he realized that the topic direction given by his supervisor was problematic.

Lin Feng felt that Zhang Yan’s ability to take care of himself was probably only at the level of an elementary school student.

His daily necessities and clothing are all newly launched products of the group selected by the marketing department employees based on Zhang Yan's needs and style.

In their words, the boss must use his own products, so that consumers will be more convinced. They also fooled Zhang Lingbei in this way, which made Zhang Lingbei inexplicably feel a sense of family honor.

Zhang Yan didn't care, it was both convenient and decent. Except for the few years when he was studying abroad, his daily necessities had always been prepared by his family or company since he was a child.

Lin Feng turned off the hair dryer, packed up his things, helped Zhang Yan fasten the belt of his bathrobe, and carried Zhang Yan back to his bedroom bed.

He was annoyed that Zhang Yan walked too slowly. It was late at night, so he decided to go to bed quickly.

I had to wait for Zhang Yan to return to the bedroom, but I didn't know how long I had to wait. It was so tiring.