The baby slapped me, and I said, "Sit on my lap and slap me."

The suffocating feeling in Song Yunyan's chest almost caused him internal injury.

But looking into Su Qingyao's clear eyes, he could only swallow his anger, forcing a smile and squeezing out a few words through his teeth.

"...Okay, okay, then...thank you very much, Mr. Wen and Qingyao, I'll accept it."

Wen Yu's smile immediately brightened, as if she was genuinely happy for him to accept the gift.

"That's right! It's all from the heart, Mr. Song, please don't be so polite."

Before the words were even finished, the person had already started moving, pushing a wheelchair from the corner and sliding directly to the bedside.

"Come on, Mr. Song, let me help you into your wheelchair. We should go for a check-up."

Wen Yu's voice was gentle and polite, but his actions carried an undeniable forcefulness.

Before Song Yunyan could even utter "No need, I can manage on my own," Wen Yu had already yanked off the thin blanket covering him, and his large, calloused hands "helpfully" slipped under his armpits and knees, applying a little force.

An irresistible force came, and Song Yunyan was almost "pulled" up!

His body stiffened instantly, and his pupils dilated.

Damn, what did this guy eat to grow up like that? How can he be so strong?!

He instinctively tried to struggle and steady himself, but Wen Yu's movements were faster and at a clever angle, leaving him no room to exert any force.

In the blink of an eye, he felt himself being pulled by Wen Yu and steadily placed into the wheelchair.

Just as his buttocks were about to touch the wheelchair seat, Wen Yu's arm inadvertently tilted slightly.

A muffled thud.

Song Yunyan sat down, but the part of his left leg in a cast slammed hard against the hard metal armrest of the wheelchair.

"hiss--!"

A piercing pain shot up his nerves, catching Song Yunyan off guard. He gasped in pain, his face turning pale for a moment, cold sweat instantly beading on his forehead, and he completely lost control of his expression, grimacing in pain.

Wen Yu was "panicked" and immediately let go of her hand, taking half a step back.

His face showed utterly genuine surprise and apology, his brows furrowed slightly, and his tone was full of self-reproach.

"Oh dear! I'm so sorry, Mr. Song! I... I didn't hurt you, did I? I really didn't mean to! I was just trying to help you sit up quickly so you wouldn't suffer so much, but I didn't expect... sigh, I'm so clumsy!"

He acted with such sincerity that he seemed genuinely remorseful for his "mistake."

Song Yunyan felt dizzy from the pain, and it took him a while to recover from the sharp pain.

When she looked up, she met Wen Yu's deep eyes.

Where is there even the slightest bit of remorse in that?

It was clearly an undisguised provocation and a cold mockery.

The veins on Song Yunyan's temples throbbed, and his fists were clenched tightly at his sides, his nails digging deep into his palms, barely managing to restrain the urge to throw a punch.

Just then, Su Qingyao stepped forward with concern, looked at his leg, then looked at Wen Yu, and gently smoothed things over.

"Brother Yunyan, don't worry too much. Ayu... this is also the first time he's helped accompany someone to a check-up like this. He doesn't have much experience. He'll definitely be more careful in the future."

As she spoke, she gently tugged at Wen Yu's sleeve.

Wen Yu immediately nodded, his expression obedient yet with a hint of innocent "knowing his mistake".

"Yes, baby is right. I will definitely be more careful next time and place it gently."

Looking at the seemingly perfect couple before him, Song Yunyan saw that one appeared naive but was actually biased, while the other was full of scheming yet pretended to be innocent.

The fire in my chest burned brighter and brighter, yet I had nowhere to vent it.

What else could he say?

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing all his turbulent emotions, trying to relax the muscles in his face, and squeezing out a smile that looked worse than crying.

The voice sounded like it was being forced out of the throat, extremely dry.

"...It's okay, it was just a little accident. Let's...go."

Less than ten minutes later, Song Yunyan deeply regretted his decision to call Su Qingyao and have her accompany him for the checkup.

This is simply inviting trouble upon ourselves.

Wen Yu took the initiative to do all the physical work, pushing the wheelchair with great care, citing the reason that "I don't want to tire the baby out."

However, the price of this "devotion" was borne entirely by Song Yunyan's backbone and endurance.

Not far from the ward, Wen Yu "considerately" sped up.

"Mr. Song, please sit tight. Let's hurry and not keep the doctor waiting."

The wheelchair seemed to be equipped with a motor, gliding smoothly yet rapidly across the smooth corridor floor tiles.

Song Yunyan was thrown backward by inertia, and before he could adjust, the wheelchair spun ninety degrees and turned into the passageway outside the CT room.

Just around the corner, the wheelchair "happened" to brush past a nurse carrying an instrument tray. The nurse was startled and her hand trembled, causing the metal tweezers in the instrument tray to fall to the ground with a loud clatter.

Song Yunyan's heart skipped a beat, and his face turned even paler.

Once inside the CT room, the doctor gestured for the patient to be moved onto the examination table.

Wen Yu responded, then slipped his hands under Song Yunyan's armpits and knees, and scooped him up in a "clever" princess carry.

As Wen Yu walked toward the inspection table, he accidentally slipped on the smooth floor and swayed slightly.

Song Yunyan's suspended body swayed, and the cast on his left leg slammed against the edge of the metal examination table.

Song Yunyan groaned in pain.

Wen Yu quickly regained his composure, looking annoyed. "Sorry! The ground was a bit slippery. Is Mr. Song alright?"

As he spoke, he carefully placed the person onto the stage. During the descent, Song Yunyan's elbow accidentally bumped into the edge of the monitoring device next to him.

Wen Yu then became even more "cautious".

During the MRI scan, Wen Yu's arm "seemed" to have been tripped by a restraint strap hanging from the side of the bed.

As Song Yunyan lost his support, his body slid uncontrollably to the edge of the bed, leaving half of his body suspended in mid-air.

He was so terrified that he clung tightly to the edge of the bed with his right hand to avoid falling off.

Wen Yu reacted quickly and grabbed him, his face filled with lingering fear.

"Oh my god! That was close! Mr. Song, hold on tight! This bed is so slippery!"

.......

For the entire afternoon, Song Yunyan felt as if he wasn't getting a medical check-up, but rather being completely manipulated by Wen Yu.

By the time the last check-up was finished, he was drenched in sweat, his face was deathly pale, his left leg was numb with pain, and the places on his body that had been bumped and bruised were throbbing with pain.

Wen Yu pushed the wheelchair and once again "enthusiastically" walked to the examination table. "Mr. Song, the examination is finished. Let me help you back to your wheelchair."

Song Yunyan instinctively shrank back, gripping the edge of the examination table tightly with both hands, waving his hands repeatedly, his voice trembling slightly.

"No, no need! Young Master Wen, there's really no need to trouble yourself! I can do it myself! I can manage!"

He gritted his teeth, enduring the aching pain that felt like his whole body was falling apart, and struggled to get off the examination table.

He then landed on one foot, staggered and hopped twice, before falling into his wheelchair.

He didn't even dare let Wen Yu get any closer to the wheelchair, gripping the wheels tightly with both hands, and pushed himself out unsteadily.

Wen Yu followed behind at a leisurely pace.

Looking at that flustered and disheveled figure, a cold mockery flashed in his eyes.

Fight him?

Overestimating one's abilities.

When he turned to Su Qingyao beside him, his expression had already changed.

He frowned slightly, reached out and rubbed his temples, his tone tinged with weariness and innocence, with a hint of coquetry.

"Baby, accompanying patients to examinations...it's so tiring!"