My Corpse is Bohemian

After the inspection, the others left one after another, and Soldier 1 didn't stay any longer. After saying hello, he disappeared with a big sword. An Bu didn't even have time to say thank you.

Only Jian Ningxuan and An Bu were left in the ward. Jian Ningxuan took off her crumpled shirt, rolled up her sleeves, and picked An Bu up from the bed.

"What?" Anbu asked.

"Take a shower." Jian Ningxuan carried her into the bathroom, put her on the soft chair prepared in advance, and started to help her undress.

Although the two are familiar from the inside to the outside, every time they take off their clothes, they are carried out during exercise.

"I haven't been hurt to the point where I can't take care of myself..." An Bu watched him take off his clothes one by one, while trying to fight for the right to do it himself.

"Your wounds can't touch water." Jian Ningxuan knelt on the ground, swept over the scars on her body one by one, her eyes flashing with distress.

An Bu was quickly stripped to her underwear, but Jian Ningxuan didn't have any thoughts at all, and wiped her body with a warm towel, trying to avoid her wounds as much as possible. The soft light came down from top to bottom, casting a shadow on his stern face, and his tightly pursed lips were a little dry, as if he hadn't drank water for a long time.

"Mr. Jane."

"Ok?"

"sorry that I had you worried."

Jian Ningxuan moved for a while, then sighed helplessly and worriedly: "An Bu, why do you always make yourself scarred?"

To live better. Anbu replied silently.

Saving people is the only way to offset death qi. She doesn't want to be swallowed by death qi, so she can only keep saving people. Although she is the successor of the Book of Life and Death, she does not have any supernatural powers, and she even needs to make more efforts than ordinary people in order to have sufficient knowledge and power. If she stops, she will degenerate rapidly, and her previous efforts will be in vain.

The only thing An Bu felt guilty about was hiding his identity from Mr. Jian. She is a living corpse and has no pain. No matter how many injuries she suffers, she will not feel pain. Mr. Jane doesn't need to worry about her.

Jian Ningxuan gently held An Bu's ankle, which was covered with bumps and scratches. She couldn't help but remember that when she was just dug out of the coffin, instead of crying, she smiled at him. Doesn't she feel pain and fear? How did she survive in that desperate situation? If it is a few minutes later, I am afraid that I will lose her forever.

His fingers trembled slightly, and Jian Ningxuan's eyes were a little hot, and he didn't want to experience that kind of deep-rooted fear again.

Thinking too deeply, he couldn't control the strength in his hand, and accidentally poked An Bu's wound, Jian Ningxuan quickly let go of his hand in annoyance, and was about to apologize, but there was no change in An Bu's face, as if he didn't notice anyone at all touched her wound.

Jian Ningxuan frowned, a trace of doubt rose in her heart. Even if he is not afraid of pain, his body will naturally respond to external stimuli, such as muscle spasms, avoidance, or pain, but Anbu didn't react at all just now.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Jian Ningxuan staring at him, An Bu couldn't help asking.

"It's nothing." Jian Ningxuan calmed down and carefully cleaned An Bu's body, wiped off the water droplets, put on a clean hospital gown, put him on the hospital bed, and placed it properly.

"I'm going out to buy something to eat. You lie on the bed and don't move."

"Okay~~" An Bu replied obediently, hugging Bai Bai's chubby pillow.

Jian Ningxuan glanced at her worriedly, then turned and walked out of the ward.

Called to ask the assistant to bring two nutritious meals, Jian Ningxuan did not return to the ward immediately, but went straight to the square duty room.

Fang Cun was studying An Bu's inspection report at this time, trying to find out the reason why a corpse could jump around like a living person.

Hearing the knock on the door, Fang Cun immediately put away the information in his hand and replied, "Please come in."

Jian Ningxuan pushed open the door and walked in, Fang Cun immediately felt a rush of hot air, and the indoor temperature seemed to have risen by more than ten degrees.

Huh? Before, I only focused on Anbu, but now it seems that the physique of the man in front of him seems to be very special.

"Mr. Jian, do you have anything to do with me?" Fang Cun stood up and greeted with a smile.

"I want to know, is there any other symptoms of An Bu's body?" Jian Ningxuan asked straight to the point.

Fangcun is silent: In fact, there are no symptoms, and this is the most terrifying symptom.

"Why do you ask that?" Fang Cun probed, "Did you find something wrong?"

Jian Ningxuan replied, "Her response to pain seems to be very slow."

More than dull, not at all okay?

Fang Cun looked at the man in front of him and didn't know how to answer, so he could only ask, "Besides this, do you have any other findings?"

Jian Ningxuan replied with four words: "Color vision disorder."

Fang Cun was silent again.

Jian Ning stared at him intently: "I know she is hiding something from me, I don't care about other things, but if it involves her health, I hope you can tell the truth."

Fang Cun thought to himself that An Bu would rather tell the outsider his identity than the man in front of him, probably because he was afraid of being disgusted and rejected by him. After all, not everyone can accept that their lover is a corpse. But the two get along day and night, and sooner or later they will find anomalies.

Fang Cun thought about it and said, "Actually, there is nothing that can't be said. Sister An not only has color vision disorder, but also suffers from CIP, which is congenital painless disease."

This is not his nonsense, but a reasonable inference after inspection, just borrowing an understandable medical term. An Bu has no metabolism and doesn't know how she usually maintains her vitality. In his opinion, she is a freshly baked corpse. It is very strange that a corpse can move freely. As for other senses, it must not be compared with a real living person.

Jian Ningxuan gasped and murmured in disbelief, "Painless..."

Analgesia means that she can't make any emergency response to pain and avoid danger in time. Even if someone inserts a knife in her heart, she can still walk like a normal person until dozens of seconds later, due to the rupture of the heart. die.

No wonder she always acted so indifferent to injuries, because she didn't feel the pain at all.

Jian Ningxuan's eyes were red and her face was ashen as she stood stiffly at the door.

Fang Cun glanced at him sympathetically, wondering if he would suffer a bigger blow after knowing An Bu's identity in the future. He definitely won't tell this secret.

Walking out of Fangcun's duty room with heavy steps, Jian Ningxuan happened to meet Xiao Liu, an assistant who came to deliver meals at the door of the ward.

"Mr. Jian, the nutritious meal you want." Xiao Liuchao glanced at the ward and asked, "Is Miss An all right?"

Jian Ningxuan didn't answer, took the bag from Xiao Liu's hand, and was about to enter the room, when a sudden thought came to her mind, remembering what Fang Cun had just said to him, Anbu's senses are weaker than ordinary people, except for painlessness and color vision disorder. Have other questions?

Thinking of this, he put the bag with the lunch box on the bench next to the corridor, opened it and looked at it, pulled out a few packets of mustard powder from it, tore it open, and poured it into one of the glasses of juice.

Xiao Liu's eyes widened in astonishment: "Mr. Jian, are you..." Are you planning to harass Miss An? Isn't she your true love? People are still wounded, please be merciful!

After doing all this, Jian Ningxuan repackaged the things, and then walked into the ward with the bag. Xiao Liu originally wanted to follow up to take a look, but was ruthlessly shut out the door.

"Mr. Jian, you're back, what did you buy?" An Bu leaned on the pillow and looked at him with a smile.

Jian Ningxuan put out the lunch boxes in the bag one by one, finally picked up the drink cup, hesitated for a moment, and handed it to An Bu.

Anbu didn't suspect him, took a sip from the drink cup, his face was normal.

Jian Ningxuan's heart ached: "Is it delicious?"

"Yeah." An Bu replied casually.

At this moment, a large hand reached out, took the cup from her hand, and replaced it with another cup.

An Bu looked at him strangely: "What's wrong?"

"I want to drink your cup." Jian Ningxuan said calmly.

An Bu smiled and said, "Ow, indirect kiss~~"

Jian Ningxuan took a deep look, lifted the lid of the cup, raised his head and took a sip of the juice. Immediately, he felt a choking smell hitting his forehead. A layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and a few blue veins burst out.

An Bu: "..." Does indirect kissing make you so uncomfortable...

Abruptly drank the glass of juice, Jian Ningxuan sat beside the bed and ate with An Bu, pretending to be nothing.

An Bu was puzzled when he saw that his skin was flushed, sweat was falling, and his hair was about to explode. Don't you just drink a glass of juice? How does it feel like drinking poison? Is your saliva poisonous? No, they kiss every day...

"Mr. Jian, are you okay?" An Bu asked with concern.

Jian Ningxuan's eyes were red, and she didn't know whether it was spicy or uncomfortable, so she could only scold her assistant for putting mustard powder on it. Does he need mustard for the nutritious meal he ordered!

"It's alright." Jian Ningxuan took a few sips of soup, and it took a long while to recover.

Following analgesia and dyschromia, Ambu's loss of taste was confirmed.

Of the five senses, the only normal one is probably hearing, and there is no barrier to communication at ordinary times. As for the sense of smell... Jian Ningxuan said, "The quilt in the hospital has some peculiar smell. I'll replace it with a new one for you tomorrow."

"Smell?" An Bu sniffed, "Well, the smell of carp brand washing powder, a large bag of 8 yuan, the public's favorite cheap detergent."

Jian Ningxuan: "...I'll change it for you tonight."

Someone's cleanliness has been committed again.

After eating, Jian Ningxuan tidied up the table, got up to fetch water for An Bu, walked out of the ward, closed the door, suddenly raised his hand, and punched the wall heavily.

Five senses, three incomplete.

His Anbu has been living in a world without color, taste, and pain...