Emotionally stable, but continuing to go crazy

Wei Zhe'an nodded gently in Li Jinhe's arms, tears in his eyes slid uncontrollably and wet Li Jinhe's shirt.

Li Jinhe didn't care at all. He carefully picked up Wei Zhe'an and carried him sideways, trying not to touch his injured ankle.

On the way to the hospital, Li Jinhe hugged Wei Zhe'an tightly as he continued to cry due to the pain, and comforted him in a soft voice, trying to ease his pain and tension.

Their car moved quickly and smoothly through the city streets and finally arrived at the hospital safely.

In the emergency room, the doctor conducted a preliminary examination on Wei Zhe'an and found that in addition to the obvious redness and swelling of his ankle, there was also a bruise on his right wrist.

Seeing Wei Zhe'an's furrowed brows and face that turned pale due to pain, Li Jinhe felt as if his heart was cut by a knife. He held Wei Zhe'an's hand tightly, trying to pass on his strength and courage to him.

Wei Zhe'an looked down at his left hand, which was tightly held by Li Jinhe. He tried to force out a smile, trying to comfort Li Jinhe. However, his pale face made the smile look so fragile that it could not give Li Jinhe any real comfort. Instead, it made Li Jinhe feel even more sad and uneasy.

The doctor arranged an X-ray examination, and Li Jinhe held Wei Zhe'an's left hand with his left hand to provide support for him, while supporting Wei Zhe'an's shoulder with his right hand. He took Wei Zhe'an to the X-ray room in a half-support, half-carrying position.

The results of the examination came out quickly. Wei Zhe'an's wrist only had a slight soft tissue contusion, but his ankle had a bone fracture, which was quite serious. The doctor looked at the two of them with a serious look and suggested that Wei Zhe'an need to receive plaster fixation treatment to ensure the smooth healing of the bones. Wei Zhe'an rejected the doctor's suggestion in a weak but firm voice.

"I can't wear a plaster cast. It will seriously affect my stage performance tomorrow." Although his voice was still trembling, his attitude was firm and left no room for maneuver.

Li Jinhe stared at Wei Zhe'an, his eyes full of disapproval. He knew Wei Zhe'an's dedication and dedication to this stage, and he also understood the threat posed by Cashew Entertainment, but in his opinion there were other ways to resolve it. He was more worried about Wei Zhe'an's physical condition, after all, a bone fracture was not a trivial matter.

"An An, your foot injury needs time to recover. Although the stage is important, your health is more critical. There will be more stages in the future." Li Jinhe advised softly.

But Wei Zhe'an shook his head, his eyes gleaming with determination: "Brother, I know you are worried about me. But this performance means a lot to me, even if my leg is broken I will go. After the first performance is over, I will come back to put on the cast."

Facing Wei Zhe'an's determined eyes, Li Jinhe remained silent. He understood Wei Zhe'an's personality and persistence, and was also well aware of his determination at the moment. Li Jinhe respected his choice.

Finally, at their insistence, the doctor injected Wei Zhe'an with a pain-relieving injection in the affected area, wrapped it with gauze, and prescribed anti-inflammatory drugs for him to receive an IV drip in the hospital.

Although Li Jinhe was still worried, he also understood that all he could do at this moment was to take care of him as much as possible.

In the injection room, Wei Zhe'an had an IV in his left hand and looked a little listless. He leaned on the sofa with his left foot propped up on a stool. Li Jinhe left temporarily to buy him some food.

Seventeen silently lay on his left arm, using his body temperature to warm his cold hand. Although he didn't speak, his company was enough.

Wei Zhe'an felt the pain in his ankle and began to feel uneasy.

He looked at Seventeen, with a hint of panic in his eyes: "Seventeen, can you help me? I have to perform normally tomorrow."

He worried that if the pain in his ankle continued, he might not even be able to walk independently, let alone dance.

Seventeen lowered his eyes and did not answer immediately. Wei Zhe'an frowned and looked at it, his voice trembling: "Is there really no way?"

Seventeen sighed, a hint of helplessness in his voice: "There is only so much I can do. Your mission is not yet completed, and the mall and rewards are locked to me. I can only use your current popularity to exchange for some help."

It gently placed its tail on the back of Wei Zhe'an's left hand and continued, "The only thing I can do for you is to block the pain for five minutes. But remember, this is just to block the pain, your injury is still there. These five minutes may not be of any substantial help to your performance..."

Wei Zhe'an interrupted it: "That's enough, five minutes is enough... Thank you, Seventeen."

This was much better than he had expected. He had to get on this stage and get first place. Even if he had to withdraw from the competition afterwards. He had to save his sister.

He leaned back on the sofa, looking up at the ceiling. Feeling the painkiller gradually taking effect, the pain in his ankle became less sharp, replaced by a dull pain.

The physiological tears in his eyes had not yet dried up, and he communicated with Seventeen in his heart: "It has been about six minutes since I got the painkiller injection. I don't know if the doctor will prescribe painkillers for me tomorrow. If I can bear this pain, I believe I can still hold on. If I can block the pain for five minutes, I will definitely be able to complete the stage performance perfectly. I must get first place, and I must save my sister..."

Seventeen was infected by his emotions and felt very sad. He hugged his left arm tightly with his claws, as if giving him support and comfort in this way.

Li Jinhe stood quietly outside the door, and heard the conversation between Wei Zhe'an and Shiqi clearly. He instantly understood the real reason why Wei Zhe'an insisted on going on stage.

He originally thought that Wei Zhe'an insisted on participating in this stage because of the provocation of Cashew Entertainment and wanted to prove himself, but he didn't expect that his sister was also involved.

Li Jinhe felt a pang of sadness in his heart. He completely understood Wei Zhe'an's persistence and determination. If he were faced with such a situation, he would probably make the same choice. He took a deep breath, calmed down, then opened the door and walked in.

Wei Zhe'an was resting with his eyes closed, and he slowly opened his eyes when he heard the door open. He saw Li Jinhe walk in with a weak smile on his face.

Li Jinhe raised his hand, motioning Wei Zhe'an to look at the milk tea in his hand, and then sat down next to him. He placed the milk tea on the small table to the left of Wei Zhe'an and said softly, "I bought you the original milk tea. Drink something sweet first to replenish your energy."

Wei Zhe'an's complexion had improved a lot at this moment. He even said to Li Jinhe in a coquettish manner, "Brother, I don't want to drink milk tea. I want to eat spicy food."