Personal protection

[Don't inquire about the actor's condition]

The manager followed Zhou Cheng step by step with the registration form, nervously murmuring, and still lowered his hat, "What's wrong with you? Why do you still need cardiology after surgery?"

The surgeon had scratched a piece of skin due to a previous mistake. The doctor sterilized him and bandaged him briefly. He felt disgusted that such a small wound wasted an expert number.

The previous surgery was requested by the manager, but the latter was requested by Zhou Cheng on his own initiative.

"Heart..." Zhou Cheng frowned, "Heart palpitations."

The manager gasped, "You stop all the work you are doing." Although he forced Zhou Cheng to do all the work, but when he first heard that Zhou Cheng's heart was not feeling well, he immediately dismissed the contract. The penalty for breach of contract was forgotten.

He couldn't afford to lose another entertainer.

"It's not that exaggerated." Zhou Cheng waved his hand, "That's why I want to check."

"Go, hurry." The manager grabbed him and felt windy under his feet, wishing he could immediately push him into the consultation room.

Zhou Cheng: "..." Is this the attitude towards heart patients?Sure enough, the straight man of steel.

After completing a series of examinations, the agent took the results to the doctor to see, and if the situation was not good, he would discuss the follow-up measures. As for not letting Zhou Cheng show up, he was naturally afraid of the media's scribbling.

Zhou Cheng was waiting for him in the corner wearing a peaked cap.

Habitually took out the phone and clicked on Li Xiaoran's WeChat, remembering that Li Xiaoran said that his phone would be muted when he was on a mission, and pressed the call button with the mentality of giving it a try.

Who knew that after three beeps on the other end of the phone, the phone was hung up.

Zhou Cheng refused to give up and hit him again.

Hearing the beeps, as if matching his heartbeat, Zhou Cheng thought that he might have bradycardia after palpitations.

"Hello?" Li Xiaoran's voice was over there.

Zhou Cheng didn't know why he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and the heavy stone on his heart was removed.

"Have you finished your mission?" Zhou Cheng asked him with a smile, "Why is it so noisy over there?"

"Hmm." Li Xiaoran replied vaguely, "I have to work overtime for the past few days and I won't go home, so be careful..."

In the next second, Zhou Cheng heard an old man's lion roar, "I said you are not allowed to bear weight, you are not allowed to bear weight, don't you want your hands?"

Zhou Cheng vaguely heard Li Xiaoran's vague excuse, "The phone is not heavy."

hand?What's wrong with your hand?

Zhou Cheng carefully identified the voice on the other end, and he heard the hospital beep that was exactly the same as his environment.

On the other end of the phone, Li Xiaoran held the phone and was defending, but not only the old doctor disagreed, even his team members shook their heads and said earnestly: "Boss, you need to rest now."

"Am I okay?"

Li Xiaoran was afraid that Zhou Cheng would wait impatiently, so he let go and winked at the team members, signaling them to stop talking, "Hello? Zhou Cheng?" He didn't notice that their eyes fell on the back of his emergency bed.

In the next second, Li Xiaoran's phone was pulled away by two slender fingers, "Is this all right?!"

Before Li Xiaoran could turn his head with a guilty conscience, he heard Zhou Cheng's roar, "You made yourself into such a ghost for a mission?!"

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"I am fine."

"The skin is ripped apart, tsk tsk tsk."

"It was a small injury, not a serious injury."

"Hey, more than a dozen stitches these days are minor injuries. You young people are fine and like to sew yourself up for fun?"

"Don't be nervous, take a deep breath, the blood on the clothes belongs to wanted criminals."

"When it was delivered, I wasted two bales of cotton."

Li Xiaoran: "..." He dared to stare at the gray-haired old doctor without saying a word.

Zhou Cheng stared viciously at the gauze on Li Xiaoran's arm, staring until his eyes were slightly red, as if he wanted to see the wound inside.

Seeing this appearance, the old doctor didn't say anything anymore, and handed Zhou Cheng a bag of painkillers, "His anesthesia is gone, and the pain may have started by now, and he will be forced to take it at night when he cries for pain and can't sleep. "

After speaking, he muttered again: "I don't know what's wrong these days, everyone has to fight hard, just cry when it hurts, isn't the partner here?"

Li Xiaoran was dumbfounded, pointed at Zhou Cheng and then at himself, "No, no, we..."

"Is it the object?"

Zhou Cheng nodded foolishly.

"Take care of it, don't let him run outside to block bullets."

"No, no, Uncle Shen, I'm roommates with him..."

This weak rebuttal was drowned out by Zhou Cheng's hasty reassurance.

Li Xiaoran was also desperate to hear the old doctor mutter before he left, "We are living together and still say no."

"Cough." The manager cleared his throat, and finally the people watching the show in the room remembered him. Seeing that he was surrounded by hard-spoken people's servants, he didn't bother to hide it, "The doctor said your test results are fine, the crew You are given two days off over there, do you want to go home and rest?"

"I'm going to the hospital."

"what?!"

"My heart is uncomfortable," Zhou Cheng said with an expression of wanting to be assigned to the ward.

The manager sneered, he had already seen that something was wrong with Zhou Cheng towards Li Xiaoran, but is it Ji Ming who is not good at beating mandarin ducks?

"Then you should go to the cardiology department." This is the inpatient department of surgery.

Zhou Cheng blinked, pointed to his ankle which was also wrapped in white gauze, "I'm afraid of infection."

Jiming: "..."