First-Class Lawyer

The peace on this night was unparalleled by any other in the genetics building.

Yan Suizhi and Ke Jin were sleeping off the surgery.

According to the doctor, it would be difficult to discern any real transformations when just out of the operating room, bar that their lives were saved. Healing was a gradual process, and sleep was the best way to recuperate.

Like the victims of the Elderly Bobblehead case, they were arranged to stay in restricted wards on the top floor. Besides the medical staff attending to their care and close relations, no one was permitted to visit.

And so

The distinguished Lawyer Gu entered.

The lil Young Master Joe was shut out.

Joe,

No, hold up. The little young master was highly disgruntled by this, seizing Lin Yuan who had appointed these wards, questioning, Explain this to me. What exactly is the scope of close relations? Why can Gu enter but not me?

Dr Lin knocked the hospital rules. Well it isnt difficult to explain close relations. Its basically the heir to the estate, as well as the designated heir.

Joe,

Lawyer Gu is obviously the designated heir, said Lin Yuan.

How did you know?

Dean Yan brought it up when we were chatting, personally naming him as the designated heir. So, naturally, theres no problem for him to go in. Dr Lin, knowing that he was right, said boldly, Youre not.

Young Master Joe lurched against the locked door, silently puking blood. Who came up with this dumbass rule?

Lin Yuan gave it a thought. Are you sure you want to know?

Joe,

Noted. If it wasnt Eunice, it was bound to be Old Fox.

He mutely swallowed the dumbass on the tip of his tongue back down, glowering at Dr Lin, an unspoken accusation in his eyes. That wasnt what you said before.

Lin Yuan nodded. You must know, prolonged sleep deprivation can easily lead to a change in temperament.

However, the lil Young Master Joe was still let into the restricted wards in the end, by the powers of shamelessness and appealing to sympathy.

Gu Yan had wanted to stay up a little longer and wait for Yan Suizhi to awaken, but Lin Yuan had surreptitiously injected him with a sleep aid; he was out like a light.

Fortunately, Dr Lin was kind-hearted enough to request the nursing staff to add an extra bed in the ward for Gu Yan.

The thought to do the same to Young Master Joe had crossed Lin Yuans mind as well, but then remembering that the other party was still somewhat his boss, he reluctantly restrained his trigger-happy hand.

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Anyone who had participated in the research or surgery was sprawled messily across any available horizontal surface, most of them not even changed out of their surgical scrubs yet.

Surgical masks were tossed aside or half taken off, dangling from one ear, and gloves were equally haphazardly half stripped off. A few of them had a hand draped on the bed, then, too lazy to remove their footwear to get into bed, fell asleep in that position, their legs squashing other peoples legs.

They had never slept so deeply nor soundly in the lounge before.

Two of the doctors on the heavier side snored sonorously, bellowing in unison, yet everyone else was completely unaffected.

The nurse on shift tiptoed over to take a look and, stunned by the chaos in the room, her jaw dropped. She tiptoed back out and locked the door to preserve the dignified image of these respected doctors.

The dose of sleep aid that Lin Yuan used wasnt small, but Gu Yan still slept restlessly, starting back to consciousness a few times.

Once, when he was more lucid, he even got out of bed to wash up, then pulled a chair over to sit by Yan Suizhis hospital bed. But he didnt last long before falling back asleep under the influence of the medicine.

And once he did, on the contrary, it was his longest stretch of sleep, to the extent that when he awoke, he couldnt tell whether it was day or night.

Frowning, Gu Yan pinched the bridge of his nose, a faint sensation causing him to open his eyes.

The curtains were tightly drawn and a single floor lamp cast warm tones around the room. The temperature was set just right, it was just that there was some breeze of unknown origin, ruffling his hair

He blanked for a few seconds before suddenly processingthe door and windows were shut. The room temperature was regulated by the floor and the walls; it was impossible for a breeze to stir.

The moment this thought emerged, all at once, Gu Yan was up.

He abruptly raised his head and sat upright, seeing a certain patient beside him remove a hand from the top of his head.

Yan Suizhi was awake.

Lin Yuan had said that while the surgery wasnt for abrasions, the patient would still require time to recuperate. After all, changes on a genetic scale were much more complicated than those. So, after coming out of the operating room, Yan Suizhi and Ke Jin might remain comatose for some time before gradually coming back to consciousness.

Especially since the gene segment in Yan Suizhis body was from the starting phases, which was much more aggressive and troublesome to deal with. Supposing Ke Jin took a day to wake up, he would take at least three.

But now, just one day after the surgery, Yan Suizhi had already opened his eyes.

The ordeal he went through during these days caused him to lose some weight, but he was still in good spirits, his dark eyes shining, lacquered by warm light from the surroundings.

Gu Yan fixed his eyes on him, not uttering a word.

What, has your brain gone silly from sleep? Too long had passed since Yan Suizhi last used his vocal cords. His talking speed was much slower than usual, his voice breathy and hoarse.

Gu Yan still stared at him unblinkingly, moving his lips minutely yet unable to make a sound.

There was another long spell before he suddenly dropped his gaze, smiling in self-ridicule. The timbre of his voice was rough as he said, I actually suspect that Im still dreaming

Otherwise

Why else would he see Yan Suizhis face upon opening his eyes.

With the effects of the gene modifications erased, he looked exactly like the portrait hanging in the law schools Hall of Fame.

It was the same face that once made him tick and made him smile, later preserved in stasis in the sea of his thoughts, surfacing between lapses in concentration or lulls in his busy schedule.

The soft frown or relaxed brows when he spoke, the icy quiet or gentle warmth in his eyes, the troubled or delighted radian on the corners of his lips. His front view, side profile, his head as it was raised or lowered.

Every minute detail was etched into his memory. It was just far, far too long since he last saw it.

So long such that when suddenly greeted by the sight, his subconscious dismissed it as a dream.

Just like when he first confirmed that Yan Suizhi was still alive.

Caught by a long, persistent sense of surrealism

Only this time, at its heart, there was someone who anchored him.

Yan Suizhis gentle and calm gaze looked over, and the shadows cast by his eyelashes fractured the light in his eyes into tiny flecks, like a deep lake where stars had fallen.

He held Gu Yans hand, his smiling eyes tender as he said, I was scared that a certain student would get upset if I made him wait too long, so I did my best to wake up early, only for this person to think that hes dreaming. Dont you think its a bit unfair to me?

His strength was not back yet, and his voice was soft and slow, carrying a lingering trace of lethargy.

After saying that, he pressed a butterfly kiss to Gu Yans angular finger joints, then raised his eyes and asked, Can you feel what Im doing? Can your dream feel so real?

Gu Yans gaze shimmered. He suddenly turned his hand over and clasped Yan Suizhis hand in his, his head bowed in silence for a few seconds. When he next raised his head, the redness from exhaustion tinting his eyes emerged again, appearing like a circle of red along the rims of his eyes under the warm light of the room.

He reached his other hand to Yan Suizhis face, tracing fingers over his eyebrows to his nose bridge and down to the corner of his mouth. He rubbed his thumb across the small mole at the tail of Yan Suizhis eye, leaning in to kiss it there.

Yan Suizhi, feeling the warmth of the touch on the tail of his eye, raised his hands to hug Gu Yans shoulders, asking softly, Are you awake now?

Gu Yan quietly uttered mn and then, Im awake.

Do you want to go back to sleep? I know its been a while since you slept well, Yan Suizhi said gently.

No, its okay, Gu Yan said.

He really hadnt slept well for a long time; he knew that it was the same for Yan Suizhi.

He hadnt felt tired when making himself stay up, but having woken up after a full nights sleep, all the accumulated tiredness and sleepiness had bubbled to the surface, wrapping around all of him.

But it didnt matter. No longer would any of this evoke dejection.

The thick curtains darkened the room, thus they didnt notice that outside, dawn was peeking on the horizon.

In the other ward a short distance away, Joe had sat in a chair all night, finally unable to stay up as it neared dawn, drifting off with his head slanted to the side in an extremely uncomfortable posture.

His head nodded about a dozen times and he slept until light filtered past the edges of the curtains, shining right on his eyes.

Joe raised a hand to shield his eyes, squinting as he adjusted, then was suddenly startled awake.

His immediate reaction was to pry open the curtain and look outside. Traffic was already weaving across the intersecting overhanging roads in the distance, but the sunlight that spilled onto the ground was still goose yellow.

It should still be in the early morning.

Just then, his smart device vibrated. It was his eight oclock alarm.

Lin Yuan had said that Ke Jin would wake up roughly around this time, but after waking, the recovery to his mind might not be immediate.

Furthermore, the consciousness of a person who woke up in this type of situation would often be stuck in the previous, abnormal mental state. Thereafter, he would slowly remember some of the past and internalise it.

It was an adaptive process that could take anything from between a few hours to a few months

Joe gingerly walked up to the bed where Ke Jin was curled on his side, the edge of the duvet pulled up to his chin. This was a type of sleeping posture indicative of a lack of security, which was also what he usually turned to over the years.

Joe got down to his knees next to the bed, keeping his eyes parallel to Ke Jins.

He looked on for a moment, tucking Ke Jins exposed fingers back under the covers before rambling quietly, Its a nice day. I just opened the window to smell the air. It smells clean. It may be slightly chilly, but the sun is bright. Lin Yuan said youd wake up today, I just dont know when.

Tell you what, if you wake up in the morning, well do a check-up first, then see if Lin Yuan will let me take you down to the garden for some fresh air. If you wake up at noon, then we might only have time for a check-up, itll probably be dark by the time we get Lin Yuan to come around. If you wake up at night then you might have to settle with hearing me say good evening and then we can engage in a staring contest.

If he hadnt tucked in Ke Jin, maybe he would have noticed that when he finished his tiny speech, Ke Jins fingers had twitched twice, a sign that he was soon about to wake up.

Unfortunately, this little young master missed it.

He simply examined Ke Jins face before adding, But thats okay. It doesnt really matter when you wake up. Theres plenty of time for that later, yeah?

As expected, still to no response.

A moment later, Joe stood up. This scene was like countless other mornings; he was all too used to it. He reached down out of habit, gently smoothing out Ke Jins sleep-furrowed brows, and said, Ill go wash my face and wait for you to get up.

Good morning, Ke Jin.

That said, he turned and walked past the bed to the chair that he had sat in all night, drawing the curtains.

Actually, only ten or so seconds had elapsed, but the moment seemed to stretch on.

Joe would always remember that before his fingers had even left the fabric of the curtains, he suddenly heard a muffled voiceone that he hadnt heard in a long time; a long-lost, still half-asleep voicerespond from the hospital bed behind him.

Joe was rooted to the spot, lost, and it took him a long time to make out the words.

He said, Good morning Joe.