Emotionally stable, but continuing to go crazy

Wei Zhe'an turned to look at Xu Wenbin and said frankly: "He did push me, but I don't know if he did it on purpose."

Xu Wenbin frowned, and he spoke carefully: "Then you can't attend the rehearsal anymore. If you must perform on stage, it's best to go on stage directly. If he repeats the same trick again, do you want to fall again?"

Wei Zhe'an nodded and agreed: "I understand. I will not participate in the rehearsal anymore. When you rehearse, I will remember Liu Zhenyu's position. If he still tries to take my spot, I will just go to his spot."

Tong Yang nodded in agreement: "That's a good idea. By the way, there was only a change in the last part of yesterday's rehearsal, which was the group dance after all the stages landed. The vocals' movements were slightly changed in that part, you'll see when you watch it."

Wei Zhe'an looked at them gratefully: "Okay, I got it. You should also be careful and don't get hurt again."

Tong Yang was helping Wei Zhe'an pack his small bag for going out, while Xu Wenbin and Zhou Hongyi worked together to move the small sofa to the door so that Wei Zhe'an could sit here comfortably and wait for Li Jinhe's arrival, minimizing his movement.

At exactly seven o'clock, Li Jinhe arrived on time and knocked on the door. Then the two of them said goodbye to Tong Yang and others and went to the hospital together.

The doctor on duty yesterday has already left work, and after reviewing Wei Zhe'an's treatment records, the new doctor refused to prescribe a new painkiller injection for him.

"Mr. Wei, the effect of long-acting painkillers can last for a period of time. It has been less than 12 hours since your last injection. Another injection now may cause unnecessary burden on your body, and it is not in compliance with our drug regulations." The doctor explained patiently.

Hearing this answer, Li Jinhe couldn't help but frowned and turned to the doctor to ask, "Can we give him a blocking injection?"

The doctor shook his head and told them with some regret that the injection needed to be booked in advance, and the anesthesiologists were busy with the operation and could not give Wei Zhe'an the injection immediately. If they had to wait, it would take at least three hours.

Wei Zhe'an was not very surprised. He had already prepared himself mentally last night. But fortunately, there were still five minutes given by Seventeen, so he could finish it if he persisted.

He patted Li Jinhe's arm and comforted the frowning Li Jinhe: "It's okay, brother. I feel much better now, and the effect of yesterday's medicine has not worn off yet. Let's go back first. If you really can't hold on, you can go to the pharmacy to buy some ibuprofen for emergency use."

Li Jinhe raised his hand to check the time, then pushed Wei Zhe'an out: "Let's go to another hospital." When they arrived at the hospital, he borrowed a wheelchair from the hospital. Wei Zhe'an was sitting in the wheelchair.

"No need, brother. You have to attend the rehearsal today. Aren't you the host, the representative of the Dream Builder?" Wei Zhe'an turned his head and looked up at him. "It doesn't hurt much now. It will be better in the evening."

Li Jinhe's schedule today was also very tight. Even if he didn't attend the rehearsal as a host, he still had a lot of work to do behind the scenes as a producer. But looking at Wei Zhe'an's pale face, he decided to insist on going to another hospital.

"Brother, listen to me," he quickly reached out to grab the wheel of the wheelchair, looked up at Li Jinhe, his eyes full of determination, "Brother, we may not be able to get painkillers if we go to another hospital now, and it's too far, we may have to waste the whole morning on the road."

He reached out and grabbed Li Jinhe's hand: "You have to go back to rehearse. I have to go back and watch their rehearsal, too. What if Liu Zhenyu repeats his old trick during the performance and I fall again? I have to remember his fixed point. I must watch their last rehearsal."

Li Jinhe was struggling and tangled in his heart. He knew that Wei Zhe'an was right and they should return to the show to rehearse.

But whenever he imagined Wei Zhe'an dancing on the stage with his swollen ankle, his heart would tighten.

Their dance was passionate and explosive, and every jump and turn was full of power. He couldn't imagine to what extent Wei Zhe'an's foot injury would worsen after a performance.

"Brother, let's go back." Wei Zhe'an gently pulled his left hand, with a pleading tone in his voice.

Li Jinhe held his forehead with his right hand and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his inner waves: "An An, I can't let you go on stage like this, it will hurt."

Wei Zhe'an felt Li Jinhe's concern and knew that he was worried about him. When he realized that his feelings had gone beyond the boundaries of friendship, he still wanted to distance himself from them.

But facing such a gentle and firm Li Jinhe, how could he be so cruel as to stay away from him? The pain in his heart almost made him want to cry: "Brother, hug me and it won't hurt."

Li Jinhe put down his right hand that was supporting his forehead and looked down at Wei Zhe'an who was sitting in a wheelchair. Wei Zhe'an also looked up at him, his eyes full of expectation and trust.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment. As they sat and stood, their reflections in each other's eyes were clearly visible.

In the early morning sunshine, Wei Zhe'an in a wheelchair was thin and pale, but his eyes were like bright stars. The persistence and vitality in his eyes made him shine.

Li Jinhe leaned over and hugged the boy tightly.

Wei Zhe'an rested his chin on Li Jinhe's shoulder, half-closing his eyes, as if to comfort Li Jinhe and hypnotize himself: "I don't feel any pain anymore. I don't feel any pain at all."

Li Jinhe felt sad and complicated. He had never hated someone so much.

Why did Liu Zhenyu do such a cruel thing to Wei Zhe'an, causing him so much harm? He even began to hate himself.

He thought with regret, if he had been careless in his work on the show and left that company with an opportunity, would they not have taken action against Wei Zhe'an himself? This feeling of self-blame and regret continued to spread in his heart.

Wei Zhe'an didn't seem to want this heavy atmosphere to continue.

He tried hard to suppress the bitterness in his heart and make himself feel more relaxed, pretending to be cheerful and changing the subject: "Brother, let's take the wheelchair back with us. After my performance, if I can't hold on any longer, you can lift the wheelchair up and push me off the stage, okay?"

After hearing Wei Zhe'an's words, Li Jinhe calmed down a little. He stood up, nodded, and agreed to Wei Zhe'an's request. In the end, the two of them returned to the base together with a pair of crutches and a wheelchair.

At 7:50 pm, 500 audience members, known as "dream builders", had taken their seats. Most of them were loyal fans of the mentors, and the names of their favorite mentors were clearly printed on the cheering banners and light boards they waved.

There is also a small number of fans who come for the trainees, and they mainly support trainees like Liu Zhenyu who have already had a certain amount of exposure.