Sweet entertainment circle

After finishing work, although He Ming was also very hungry, but thinking about Mr. Hawking who was left in the hotel by him, he stuffed two mouthfuls of rice to fill his stomach, so he anxiously went to remove his makeup and change his clothes.

"Vigo, give me your phone." As soon as he changed his clothes, he couldn't wait to call Lord Hawking.

"Your Highness, where are you now? I finished shooting today's scene, and the director said that I will be on vacation until tomorrow afternoon."

He Nai Baitu remembered what Meng Zhishan had said to him after the completion of the project, so she was a little shy, and added in a low voice: "The director said, it's my appointment time."

Master Hawking, who received the call, was dizzy with hunger, and was sitting silently in the van rented by the film crew, eating the boxed lunch Song Jiashu brought over.

Mr. Hawking, who had never eaten such a bad meal, hated the meal to death, but he couldn't hold back his stomach for playing empty tricks with him, so he had to stuff it into his mouth mouthful.

After hearing He Ming's words, the miserable face looked a little better, "I'm in the parking lot of the production team, Ah Choe, come here!"

Hearing the sound of sneezing on the phone, He Nai Baitu's heart tightened instantly, "Your Highness, do you have a cold?"

"How is it possible?" Mr. Hawking threw the boxed lunch in Song Jiashu's hand and rubbed his nose, "I'm so weak—Ah Choe—a man?"

He Nai Bai Tu lowered his eyes, "You didn't mean you followed the crew and waited for me there for so long, did you?"

Master Hawking stopped talking.

Thinking of the thin suit worn by Lord Hawking for the cold wind in the northwest, He Ming became a little anxious, "I'll come here right away. Don't stand at the windshield, find a place to shelter from the wind."

After hanging up the phone, Mr. Hawking sneezed three times in a row. Seeing Song Jiashu looking at him with a half-smile, he was a little annoyed, "Are you so stingy? Look at what you gave me. ?”

"To tell you the truth, what I brought you is already top-level configuration." Song Jiashu raised his eyebrows, looking at his blushing face, "You——you don't really have a cold, do you?"

Mr. Hawking: "How is it possible? I am... Axie... Fuck, Song Jiashu, why are you touching me?"

Song Jiashu withdrew his hand from Mr. Hawking's forehead expressionlessly, "I think, your date with Mingming probably needs to be spent in the hospital."

"You don't have a crow-a-choo-mouth, how could I be so-a-choo-weak?"

Song Jiashu shrugged, "It's up to you, as long as you're not afraid of infecting Mingming with a cold."

Master Hawking lowered his head and stopped talking.

Seeing the momentarily sluggish expression of the tall man beside him, Song Jiashu wanted to laugh so much, he endured it, "Do you still want to eat?"

Lord Hawking gave him a vicious look, but halfway through the stare, he sneezed a few more times, and the corners of his eyes were slightly watery. He looked like a cold cat, not fierce enough, poor come together.

Song Jiashu couldn't hold back at all, put his hand between his lips, and pretended to cough, "An indestructible man will also be knocked down by a cold. Well, don't shy away from medical treatment. When Ming Ming comes over, I will ask the driver to take you to the hospital." .”

Mr. Hawking: "Heh————"

Since the first sneeze came out, Master Hawking couldn't stop sneezing. Although he refused to admit it, he also vaguely felt that his head was a bit heavy.

Song Jiashu: "The wind in the northwest is too strong. You are new here, and your clothes are thin. It is normal to catch a cold."

Lord Hawking responded with another sullen sneeze.

While talking, Song Jiashu saw He Ming hurried over with David with sharp eyes, rolled down the window of the car, and waved to He Ming, "Ming Ming, this way."

"Ah, ah, ah—" As soon as He Ming walked over, Lord Hawking sneezed twice in front of people.

"Here, Mingming, you should take him to the clinic first, the one we went to..."

"You can go now." Before Song Jiashu could finish speaking, Master Huo Jin interrupted him coldly.

Song Jiashu shrugged, got out of the car, raised his eyebrows at He Ming who was smiling awkwardly, and leaned into the ear of Milky White Rabbit in front of Master Huo Jin, and said softly: "Mingming, you may have to Thank you for your hard work, your Royal Highness Huo is sick, but he will become Huo Sansui."

He Ming: "..."

After finishing speaking, Song Jiashu didn't care about Hawking's cannibalistic look, and walked away leisurely.

The climate in the Northwest is quite different from that of City A. When everyone first came here, people on the set had a cold and fever one after another, but because it was too far away from the hospital in the city, they all saw doctors in the nearby clinic.

After all, he has been here for more than half a month, and David is familiar with the road conditions in this area, so he didn't specially ask the driver of the film crew to come and drive.

"Don't sit in the back with me—Ah Choe—you sit in the co-pilot." As soon as Song Jiashu left, He Ming opened the door behind him, but as soon as his hand touched the handle of the car, Mr. Hawking pulled the door tightly from the inside.

Looking at Mr. Hawking who kept sneezing and started to runny nose, He Nai Baitu felt distressed and angry, "I asked you to wait for me at the hotel, but you didn't listen. Now it's better, you know how uncomfortable it is?"

Master Hawking responded with a sneeze, and shrank aside without speaking. His appearance was a true portrayal of being weak, pitiful and helpless.

He Naibaitu couldn't bear it again, and her tone eased, "Apart from sneezing, is there any other discomfort? Do you have symptoms such as dizziness, nausea, and body chills?"

"Ah-"

Fortunately, the clinic is not far from here, within half an hour.

Naturally, the clinic in this ravine can't be compared with the hospitals in big cities like City A, they are simple and not very clean.

"This shitty place—Ah—I'm afraid." The car stopped in front of the clinic, and Mr. Hawking looked at the wooden door covered in dirt, and refused to get out of the car.

"Although the environment here is a bit poor, the doctors are quite good. We used to see diseases here."

He Ming got out of the car first and opened the car door for him. Looking at the other party's pitiful appearance, he couldn't get angry anymore, "After seeing the doctor later, we will go back to the hotel where we stayed last night. You go out and buy a thick coat."

Master Hawking reluctantly got out of the car, and he couldn't hold on anymore, probably because he saw his milk white rabbit, he would feel uncomfortable all over, dizziness, nausea, chills and other symptoms All collected.

The doctor in the clinic is a well-known local doctor, a 60-year-old thin old man who has opened the clinic here for almost 40 years.

After Wang Wen heard and cut, the old doctor took out a thermometer and took his temperature again, "38 degrees five, high fever."

After asking some basic information, the old doctor took reading glasses and wrote a series of flamboyant typing in the notebook, and handed it to another young female nurse in the clinic, "First give me a fever-reducing injection."

retreat!burn!Needle! = Fart!share!Needle!

Hearing the words, Master Huo Jin with a sleepy expression shook his body instantly, swallowed his saliva, and looked up at He Nai White Rabbit standing aside, "Mingming, let's change the place."

"why?"

As an omnipotent funder, how could he tell his milky white rabbit that he was afraid of injections?

Lord Hawking pursed his lips, "I think a man like me doesn't need an injection, just take two pills."

As soon as Hawking finished speaking, the old doctor who was removing the needle from a patient looked at him, "Young man, look at you, you are not a local here, are you?"

Pressed the needle hole with a cotton swab for the patient, and after telling him to press it, he continued to say while packing the hanging bottle: "The climate in the Northwest is not something everyone can adapt to. Your high fever is afraid that only two pills of antipyretic medicine will I can't retreat."

"Ah Choo - I'm not an ordinary person - Ah Choo -"

The old doctor was taken aback for a moment, and then he laughed and said, "Viruses don't depend on whether you are an ordinary person or not." After a pause, "Of course, if you really don't want to get an injection, then I won't force you, but until now Don’t blame me if something goes wrong.”

"Old man, don't listen to him, we need an injection." Before master Huo Jin could speak, He Nai Baitu hurried forward, fearing that his highness might offend the old doctor if he used too much force.

After the words fell, the young nurse quickly prepared the medicine, stood at the door of the narrow injection room, and shouted, "Which one is Huo Xiao?"

"Here." He Ming quickly responded, and then turned to look at Mr. Hawking who was sitting still, "Go, the fever subsides, and you won't be so uncomfortable."

The nurse followed the voice and glanced this way. When her eyes fell on He Ming, her eyes lit up instantly, and her voice became softer, "The medicine is ready, come here quickly."

Mr. Huo Jin held He Naibaitu's hand tightly, and after a long while he couldn't say a word, "I won't go."

It's been a long time since no one came, and the little nurse was a little impatient to wait. She frowned and urged, "I'll hang up the water after the meeting. Don't worry, it's going to be dark."

Hearing that the water would still need to be hung, Mr. Huo Jin held He Naibaitu's hand tighter and tighter, "No injection, just take some medicine, and you'll be fine soon."

"You heard the doctor right, go quickly, I'm with you..."

He Nai Baitu finally understood what Song Jiashu meant by "Huo Sansui", and after coaxing him patiently for a long time, he coaxed him over to get a fever-reducing injection.

"You lied to me, it hurts so much." As soon as he came out of the injection room, Lord Hawking complained to He Nai Bai Tu who was waiting outside with red eyes.

It was the first time for He Nai Baitu to see such a childish benefactor, not only did he not feel sorry for the other party, but even wanted to laugh.