Transmigrated into the cannon fodder younger sister of the uke in a BL novel

Gu Qin had a bandage wrapped around his forehead, with six stitches.

The ER doctor was stitching him up while muttering, "Young people should know their limits when they fight," and he kept his eyes closed and didn't say a word.

The phone on the bedside table vibrated. Gu Qin glanced at the screen, and the name on it made him frown.

He waited two seconds, then answered.

"Feed".

"Ah Qin, I heard you got beaten up. Who was it?"

A familiar male voice, deep and resonant, came from the other end of the phone.

Gu Qin leaned the back of her head against the pillow and said dismissively, "Nobody."

"No one can make you need six stitches in your head?" Lin Zhiyan seemed to chuckle. "When did you become so easy to talk to?"

Gu Qin did not respond.

He switched the phone to his other ear, a movement that strained the muscles in his neck, causing him to hiss in pain.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a very soft sigh.

Lin Zhiyan did not ask any further questions.

He knew his cousin.

Gu Qin's mother was his aunt. She was very good to him when he was a child. Later, his aunt fell ill suddenly and passed away even more suddenly. On the day of the funeral, he stood in the family section and watched from a few steps away the stubborn little boy biting his lip, refusing to shed a single tear.

From that day on, he paid more attention to Gu Qin.

So even if you pry open Gu Qin's mouth, you can't get him to talk about things he doesn't want to.

"Never mind," Lin Zhiyan leaned back in her office chair, holding her phone in one hand and fiddling with a pen in the other. "If you don't want to talk about it, then don't. But the fact that you were beaten up at a bar under my name means I'll have someone look into it."

"Stop investigating," Gu Qin's voice came from the other end of the phone, sounding somewhat annoyed. "I said, I'm not investigating."

There was silence on both ends of the phone call.

In the few quiet seconds, Lin Zhiyan's pen stopped between her fingers.

His cousin is never afraid of trouble; he never runs away from trouble and always retaliates tenfold when provoked.

Therefore, his reaction today was indeed unusual.

But Lin Zhiyan didn't say anything more, just told him to "take good care of yourself" and hung up the phone.

......

A few days later, in the cardiology clinic, a doctor wearing reading glasses was holding up a test report and examining it carefully under the light.

His expression changed from serious to puzzled, and finally to surprised.

"Mr. Wen," the doctor put down the report, adjusted his reading glasses, and said to the young man sitting opposite him, "your sister's test results this time are indeed better than last time."

Wen Fan sat upright, his hands on his knees, his fingers unconsciously gripping the fabric of his pants.

The doctor's first words did not put him at ease; he even doubted that he had heard correctly.

"What did you say?"

"I said, it's better than last time."

The doctor turned the report over to him and pointed to several values ​​on it with the tip of his pen.

"Look here, the indicators of cardiac function and the waveform of the electrocardiogram both show some improvement. Although it is still far from the standard for surgery, the trend is good. It had been stagnant before, but this time it suddenly moved in a positive direction."

Wen Fan stared at the numbers and curves he couldn't understand, his lips moved but he didn't say anything.

He turned to look at Wen Qing.

Wen Qing sat on the chair next to her, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling, clearly very happy.

"See, I told you I felt much better."

Wenqing said it in a light and cheerful tone.

Wen Fan's eyes suddenly felt a little sore.

He quickly lowered his eyes, blinked hard twice to force back the inappropriate moisture, then raised his head again and nodded seriously and solemnly to the doctor: "I understand, doctor."

After leaving the consultation room, the corridor was filled with the smell of disinfectant. Sunlight streamed in from the window at the end of the corridor, casting golden squares on the light green floor.

Wen Fan looked at the medical report over and over again. Although she couldn't understand it, she still read it very carefully.

"Brother, stop looking, you'll tear the paper if you keep looking."

Wenqing walked beside him and reached out to tug at his sleeve.

Wen Fan carefully folded the report, put it in his pocket, turned to look at her, and looked at her with a hint of guilt in his eyes.

In the previous years, every follow-up examination was fruitless, and there were even occasional signs of worsening. He didn't say anything, but always comforted her by saying "it will be better next time." However, he had already habitually prepared for the worst in his heart.

Today's report was like a thin ray of light, giving him a glimmer of hope.

"I'll make you some pork ribs when we get back."

He said that because he didn't know how to express this feeling, he used the simplest way.

Wen Qing looked at his slightly reddened ear tips and smiled, her eyes crinkling.

The comments started floating around intermittently as soon as I left the consultation room.

[This part about my sister getting her checkup is so boring, can we fast forward to it?]

I'm watching at double speed. Anyway, it's just a routine check-up; it's not like I'll suddenly get better.

In the original story, the younger sister's illness never got better and dragged on until she died.

Wait a minute, the doctor said "better than last time"? That's different from the original story, isn't it?

[This might have been written this way to give the younger sister more screen time; otherwise, there would have to be a reason for her to be constantly following the main plot.]

[I'm so annoyed by all the added scenes! When will we finally see Gu Qin and Wen Fan on screen together?]

[+1, I opened this episode to see the interaction between the main characters, but it's all about the younger sister.]

[In the original work, the younger sister was just cannon fodder and background character, but now she has more screen time than the male lead. Whose fanfiction parody is this?]

Wen Qing glanced at the comments out of the corner of her eye, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

Feeling bored? Want to see the top and bottom in the same frame? The plot you're waiting for is yet to come, and I'm going to ruin it one by one.

The way you guys yell and scream in the comments section will be much more interesting than it is now.

This thought greatly satisfied the wicked impulses within her.

"In such a good mood?"

Wen Fan noticed her expression and asked with a smile.

"Yes, the doctor said it's gotten better."

Wenqing looked up at him and smiled.

Wen Fan reached out and gently patted the back of her head, without asking any further questions.

Her good mood infected him.

At the end of the corridor was the elevator lobby. Wen Qing was walking along the wall, tilting her head to tell Wen Fan that she wanted sweet and sour pork ribs, not braised ones, when she suddenly bumped into someone.

To be precise, her shoulder collided with the other person's arm.

The other person was tall and strong; even through his clothes, you could feel the solid muscles covering his arms.