Mingchao: The Survival Journey of a Comedian

Chapter 66 Pay More Attention to Yourself

Hearing the knocking, he rubbed his temples, somewhat annoyed, and pushed his things aside, suppressing his inner turmoil and forcing himself to speak.

"Please come in"

The door creaked open, and looking up, I saw Nan Chui indeed.

“Brother Wunian, I’m here to gather intelligence about B12 Battalion… I’m about to lead a team to provide support…”

"But you just came from the front lines yesterday. If things aren't settled yet, I can come back later..."

"Wait? Why haven't you treated your shoulder injury yet?!"

"Don't tell me you came down from the front lines and spent the whole day here processing intelligence!"

"Are you crazy?!"

Nan Chui casually closed the door, clutching the application form tightly in his hand. Looking up, he saw blood trickling down the other person's shoulder, dripping onto the cold ground, forming shocking clusters of dark red blood.

His face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were bloodshot; it was impossible to tell how long he hadn't rested. Even so, he stubbornly clutched a piece of intelligence, engrossed in the complexities of information processing, only raising his head when he heard someone calling him.

"...I'm not crazy."

“Just a minor injury”

"Minor injury my foot! Such a big cut wasn't treated all night. You're lucky you didn't bleed into shock!"

"In the past, it was fine if you got injured and didn't go to the medical center, since I seemed like someone who could handle it..."

"But you have to go this time! Are you really not afraid of getting your wound infected if you leave it untreated all night?"

Then he saw the other person slowly look at him, their eyes somewhat dazed, but they immediately shook their head firmly.

"I dont go"

"The pressure over there is already immense... and supplies haven't arrived yet..."

"My going would only be a waste of resources..."

"Mo Wunian!!!"

Nan Chui was filled with anger mixed with an overwhelming sense of powerlessness. He lunged forward, intending to forcibly take the other person to the medical department for treatment. However, when he saw the person's still-bleeding wounds, his movements faltered. His impulsiveness turned into caution, and for a moment he was at a loss for what to do.

"Brother Wunian... I'm begging you, please cherish your own life..."

"We know in our hearts how important you are to us..."

"Without you, the situation in the military camp would be even worse than it is now..."

His captain valued life more than anyone else, urging everyone around him to live on...

But his captain never valued his own life.

[Is that why I stood firm on the battlefield...?]

Hmm... I can't really explain it either.

Maybe I want to go back and have another drink with you guys.

Although minors aren't allowed to drink alcohol, I can drink it in two years.

So, you see...

If you encounter any situations you can't handle, come behind me.

[Come back with me...]

He lived up to his vow; no matter how dangerous the battlefield, if anyone cried out for help, he would immediately wield his sword—piercing through everything.

But he was also constantly teetering on the edge of breaking his oath, though he never crossed that line.

But... he felt he would see that day come.

I won't die.

"If you continue like this, I'll have no choice but to call Ji Yan over."

"……Walk"

Watching Mo Wunian struggle to get up, Nan Chui was truly speechless: He really is a complete fanatic with a disciple complex.

In this situation, the only way to get the other party to take action is to bring up the child.

"...Won't I see that child if I go there now?"

They carefully helped the other person towards the medical department, afraid of touching their wound and causing further injury. Just then, the person who had been silent the whole way suddenly spoke up.

"...Ji Yan should still be treating the wounded on the other side."

"It's highly unlikely they'll collide."

Squinting at the person beside him, he watched as the other person slowly exhaled, a strange light flashing in their eyes. He knew then that he had something to do before leaving—

"The patient in bed number 10 is bleeding heavily... Come quick! Bring the medicine..."

"...Quickly, try to resuscitate him! He's stopped breathing..."

"Anesthesia?! There are still a few doses left... In this situation, it's almost impossible to do without anesthesia..."

Stepping into the medical ward, a strong stench of blood immediately assaulted their senses. The surrounding air was thick with shouts and desperate pleas for help, as if every inch of air carried the weight of endless pain and struggle. Amidst this chaos, no one seemed to notice their arrival.

"..."

"Nan Chui, I've arrived. You can go about your business now."

"When you go to provide assistance, remember to pay attention to your surroundings and protect yourself."

"When unexpected situations arise... they send me a distress call."

He found a secluded corner to sit down, urging the other person to get on with their work, while he himself showed no awareness of being a wounded person, casually looking at the wound on his shoulder, feeling nothing at all—

Don't be fooled by the fact that this wound extends all the way down to his back—it's not only long, but also deep.

"Okay, okay... I'm leaving."

"Brother Wunian, you need to rest too. Don't think I don't know you haven't slept much all day."

"do not forget……"

"Treat the wound!"

He waved his hand to indicate that he understood, and watched the other person slowly leave, turning back every few steps, until the person was completely out of sight before he withdrew his gaze.

He turned his head to look at his wound, which had stopped bleeding, then at the countless wounded soldiers in the camp. He closed his eyes, trying to ignore it all, but ultimately found he couldn't.

He sighed, figuring the injury wouldn't kill him, stood up, covered his wound, and walked towards the person in charge.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

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Ji Yan, clutching his medical kit, rushed to the scene that greeted him: his teacher's left uniform was almost completely soaked in blood, and the bloody wound had dried out from lack of treatment. However, due to the teacher's deliberate concealment, the wound was difficult to notice without close inspection.

But the most crucial thing is that the person who was so badly injured is still bandaging other people's wounds!

The person who was still bandaging someone else's wound didn't notice that the person they least wanted to see had arrived. They only felt a sudden chill down their spine, and a bad premonition welled up in their heart.

"teacher--!"

"Oh... Huo Huo, what brings you here?"

"Shouldn't you still be in the other camp...?"

My hand trembled, and I stiffly turned my head to see the figure in blue standing there, staring at me intently.

Damn it! Nan Chui, you deliberately tricked me, didn't you?! I specifically brought him here to mess with me!

It's not like he doesn't treat his wound!

"..."

Before he could say anything more, he was pulled into the room. Somewhat flustered, he looked at Ji Yan, who was treating his wounds, and hurriedly began to defend himself.

"Ji Yan, let me explain, this time I..."

"I do not believe"

"No, this time it really is..."

I don't want to hear it.

"I……"

"fraud"

"..."

Ugh! My child is going through a rebellious phase now, and he doesn't want to listen to me or explain anymore.

I felt disheartened again. Had my credibility in the other person's eyes fallen to this level?

“Host… although I really want to say that you are indeed like that in this kind of thing…”

"Shut up!"

Ji Yan lowered his gaze, quietly observing Mo Wunian. The other man showed no sign of pain, only anxiety for the safety of others. This discovery caused Ji Yan to pause in his actions, his grip tightening slightly.

When he treated the other person's wound... he didn't use any painkillers.

"teacher"

"what happened?"

After his wounds were treated, he tried to force himself to get up and continue processing the unfinished intelligence. However, in that instant, the person beside him pulled him back with a firm yet careful force. Facing those golden eyes filled with pain and worry, he was startled and momentarily at a loss for words.

Why don't you take better care of your body?!

"Why hasn't anyone come to treat such serious injuries?!"

"Why are you still trying to deal with those things when you're in this condition!"

"Why..." Even when I can't bear it anymore, I'm still thinking about others?

"I……"

"Mo Wunian! Don't you care about your own life..."

If you die, what will happen to our commander... what will happen to the defenses here...?

What should I do?

"...I never thought I'd be the one being lectured by you one day."

"It's really my fault for making you worry for so long."

"...I am aware of my physical condition."

"At least... until this war ends..."

I will not fall.

Looking at the other person's equally exhausted face, he couldn't help but think about the man's age. Deep down, he also wanted to persuade the man to rest. However, the situation was too urgent; manpower was already insufficient, and if another person were lost, the situation would likely become even more difficult to control.

He has a plan!

"Ji Yan, I hope you remember those words yourself."

"After all, I'm at least six years older than you, and I'm better than you in many ways."

"Why don't you rest, and I'll treat the wounded for you? After all, I do know a little bit of medicine."

"teacher!!!"

The other side wasn't listening to him at all! He'd just led a team to repel a wave of remnant elephants not long ago, hadn't had much rest, and had spent almost a whole day processing intelligence... and now he even wanted to take care of the wounded...

Does his teacher really have no self-respect at all?

Mo Wunian, looking completely bewildered, was led to the bedside, where his blood-stained uniform was expertly removed. He was then gently pushed onto the bed, his gaze falling on Ji Yan, who was clutching his sleeve tightly. A wave of indescribable helplessness washed over him.

"Huo Huo... what's wrong with you...?"

"I discussed this with the commander before coming... and I also asked the person in charge for leave."

"Specially watching over you while you rest, teacher."

"Huh? Don't tell me about them..."

"Agreed"

"..."

He almost sat up again in frustration, but this time the other person didn't give him another chance. They got onto the bed as well, pushed him into a corner, and blocked his way.

But at this point in time, how could they possibly agree to such an unreasonable demand!

The thought of people fighting valiantly outside, wounded soldiers waiting to be treated, and a mountain of intelligence waiting to be analyzed...

How can you sleep!

"Ji Yan... I'm really fine..."

"It's at this crucial juncture... I can't sleep."

"I'm staying with the teacher."

"I can actually still..."

"no!"

He was pushed back again, his wrist held tightly, not allowed to do anything except rest. He tried to struggle again, but this effort only backfired; he was pushed down onto the bed, the distance between them instantly closing.

"...Mo Wunian"

His hands were firmly pinned to the bed, forcing him to lie on his back, unable to move. However, his attacker was clearly deliberately avoiding his wounds, merely sealing off his surroundings and restricting his freedom of movement.

"...Ji Yan, do you know what you're doing?"

Gazing into the other's deep golden eyes, a sense of helpless resignation rose within him. He slowly closed his eyes and sighed softly.

He could even feel the other person's rapid heartbeat and the subtle touch of a few strands of hair brushing against their forehead.

They are indeed quite close.

"I know"

"But Teacher"

Please... stay by my side.

"..."

"Fine, whatever."

Just for this one night.

Seeing the person beneath him finally yield, Ji Yan suddenly realized the extent of his actions. Looking at Mo Wunian, pinned to the bed and sighing helplessly, his hands trembled slightly. All his strength seemed to have been drained away in an instant, a feeling of utter exhaustion washing over him.

"Aren't you going to get off me?"

"Good... good!"

Watching Ji Yan frantically scramble to the side and wrap himself up tightly, he didn't feel anything: what feelings could he possibly have for a 10-year-old child?

Instead, he looked at Ji Yan, whose head was once again steaming, with a hint of a smile, and could only sigh that the other party truly deserved to be called a kind-hearted person.

"In that case, let's get some rest."

He closed his eyes, thinking he wouldn't be able to sleep, but he only tried to relax his tense nerves, and soon he drifted into a drowsy state.

He seemed to be stuck in a space, a crimson expanse where chains hung upside down, the path ahead invisible, stretching high into the sky.

But in this situation, he saw a person—

On the contrary, Ji Yan turned to the other side and found it difficult to fall asleep for a long time, his mind filled with one person.

"……teacher"

No response

Turning my head to look at the person curled up asleep in the corner, I instantly lowered my voice.

I shifted slightly closer to the other person: they were sleeping very restlessly. Their brows were furrowed, never relaxing, and their hands were clenched into fists so tightly they almost dug into their palms, revealing a faint crimson stain.

"!"

He quickly grabbed the other person's hand and carefully pried open their tightly clenched fingers one by one. What came into view was a patch of bright red blood on their palm, and his heart skipped a beat.

He gently opened the other person's palm to check for injuries, but every time he relaxed his grip even slightly, the hand instinctively curled up again. This repeated several times until finally, he chose to intertwine his fingers with the other's, preferring to let that trembling hand hold him tightly rather than let it suffer even the slightest pain.

"..."

But in that instant, he couldn't feel any force from the other person. Turning his gaze to the other, he saw that the other person, as if sensing something, exhaled softly and simply released their pressure.

"teacher……"

That person's breathing was never steady, their whole body was trembling, and then they slowly turned their head to one side and buried it in the pillow.

So it seems... that person wouldn't even show him their vulnerable side while they were asleep.

Even though I'm on the verge of collapse

"..."

He just stared at him, and suddenly a strange feeling washed over him... and he couldn't take his eyes off him anymore.

"Teacher...actually, I really want to ask you a question."

"Why do you do so much for me?"

"We've only known each other for about six months in total, haven't we?"

"...But why do I always feel like you've known me for a long time, teacher?"

"The moment you saw me, it was like..."

"You've seen me many times already."

"...Then trust me, believe me."

"I even risked everything I had, betting it all on my uncertain future..."

"why?"

The room was quiet, and no one responded to him.

Because the person who would respond to him completely has fallen asleep.

"Mo Wunian..."

I feel like I can't live without you anymore.

He tentatively approached the other person, stopping only when he could feel their still-beating heart. He tilted his head slightly, gazing at the face so close to his, and slowly closed his eyes.

Faint...so faint

He practically had to press his entire body against the other person's chest to hear them—

It seems like it will stop at any moment.

"So... teacher, could you please pay more attention to yourself?"

Can you please stop working so hard and stop focusing on so many people...?

At least, take a look at yourself.

The next moment, he was pulled by a pair of hands and truly pressed against that person's chest—the place where the heart beats.

The person remained with their eyes closed, head bowed, slowly...

Hold him tight