Living depends on the opponent's life [Entertainment]

Jiang Xingpan paced back and forth outside the ward, his heart was in a mess.

He made a mistake, a momentary hand trembling mistake.

With several years of professional career as an artist agent, Jiang Xingpan claims to be well-informed. He has never seen any big scenes, and he has never done any crisis public relations.But today, I was so secretive that I mistakenly sent the beautiful photos of the boss who was sick to the beautiful snake-like manager at the opposite house.

He asked Chen Qingquan about Lin Yao's itinerary, and the dialog box jumped to the top of the non-top contacts.And Kou Kou happened to be the last one among the top contacts.

Up and down, even the color of the avatar is so similar. At that time, he was so focused on talking to Zhu Ming that he didn't pay attention to who he sent it to.By the time he realized this, the time limit for the message to be withdrawn had already passed.

He wanted to tell Zhuming, but Zhuming was immersed in the draft competition with his earphones plugged in, with a serious face.He wanted to speak again and again, but was frightened by his slightly frowning expression and flinched back.

Jiang Xingpan walked around outside the ward for about five laps, and the nurse station changed shifts once, but he still couldn't say anything.

Forget it, the big deal is to be scolded by the bloody sprinkler once, the bonus will be deducted, and if it doesn't work, he will take the blame and resign...

Thinking of this, Jiang Xingpan plucked up the courage to push open the door of the ward, and rushed in to confess.

"That...!? Boss, what are you doing?"

I saw Zhuming sitting by the bed, holding the low cabinet beside the bed with both hands, trying to stand up, moving to the wheelchair prepared next to her little by little.Sweat dripped from his forehead, and the supporting arm trembled slightly. No one knew how long he had been trying.

It is said that Zhu Ming's energy and physical strength are a bottomless pit.Even though he was busy with work and didn't have a good rest for half a month, when he arrived at the concert, Zhan still looked energetic on the stage, without a trace of tiredness.

Unexpectedly, after recuperating for five days, this person couldn't lie down by himself? !

He had prepared the wheelchair early in the morning. He originally wanted to wait for a period of time to recover before taking Candle Tea out for ventilation.

He fell from a high place, even though it was only a balcony higher than the first floor and lower than the second floor, and even though the garden shrubs were used as a buffer, the injury to his leg was still serious, no matter what, it was an injury close to a fracture. !

Jiang Xingpan couldn't empathize with that sadness, but he also knew how painful it must be.He rushed forward in one step, and was about to hug him to the bed with the candle tea in his arms.

"Help me into the wheelchair, Panpan, I'm fine." Zhu Ming raised her hand to support him.

The 8% health value brought by Lin Yao is surprisingly effective. Originally, he almost lost feeling in his legs, and it was unbearable to lie down, but now he can challenge to move on the ground.The only bad thing is that the recovered pain sensation is pulling every nerve.

He said to Jiang Xingpan: "I'm going to ask about the discharge from the hospital. You haven't had a good rest for the past few days. Go back quickly and have a good rest."

Jiang Xingpan helped him to the wheelchair, and when he saw that he was sitting firmly, he let go of his hand, hesitantly said: "If I go back, there will be no one to watch over me at night, and you are alone...what should I do?"

"I can."

The smile on his face was like spring breeze turning into rain, and his voice was faint, undeniable.

He proudly said countless words "I can", but none of them was more powerless than now.Even though he had no idea, he still looked down, as always.As long as others are sober, they are resolutely unwilling to present themselves in front of others, stubborn and stubborn.

"Why don't you contact your family again." Jiang Xingpan suggested carefully, but he couldn't bear it.

Five days after Zhu Ming was sent to the hospital, there were a lot of hot searches and news, but there was still no sign of his family.

His moving body paused, and he shook his head: "No need. Just send me to the door of the doctor's office, just in time to breathe fresh air."

Where does the fresh air come from in a hospital that smells like disinfectant?

Jiang Xingpan groaned, put a coat on Zhuming, pushed him to the front of the office door, and under the gaze of the pressured eyes, he lingered for a while, sent a message of apology to Zhuming, and then sent him a message of apology to Chen Qingquan. Clarifying the mistake, he dragged his feet and turned to leave.

Zhu Ming looked at Jiang Xingpan's back, and heaved a sigh of relief.

He never liked having other people around him when he slept at night. If he hadn't been tormented to the point of coma by the depletion of his health a few days ago, he would never have allowed Jiang Xingpan to stay by his side to take care of him.

After reassuring, Zhu Ming raised her hand and opened the door, and the doctor's office was empty.

I'm afraid it will be a while.

The mobile phone was left in the ward, so he could only lean on the back of the chair and play with his fingers boredly.Either tap the beat on the bar, or try to rearrange old songs in your head.

This floor belongs to the VIP ward of the inpatient department. The high price of the special-needs ward guarantees privacy and security. Except for the occasional footsteps and conversations in the corridor, it seems to isolate all the troubles of the world.

No one recognized him, and no one surrounded him.

With those auras gone, he became a man again, trekking on the lonely wasteland, no one cares about him.

For some reason, this kind of cognition suddenly made him feel cold all over, and a thread in his mind snapped with a "ding".

The little nurse passing by tilted her head to look at it, paced closer, and told him with a blushing face that the doctor would be back in about 10 minutes.

He suppressed his emotions, nodded slightly, and thanked him with closed eyes. When the little nurse was about to help him, he reluctantly pushed the wheelchair into the office, and quietly left the little girl's kindness in place.

He also left his momentary uneasiness and fear outside the door.

"V616?" A cold voice sounded as the door was pushed open, "Who moved you here?"

Zhu Ming looked up and saw a young and tall doctor came in wearing a white coat, with his hands in his pockets and a medical mask casually hanging on his chin.

He likes the doctor's neither humble nor overbearing attitude, he doesn't follow the stars when he sees it, and calls him only the ward number.

He laughed and said, "I asked to come here myself."

The doctor looked at him with raised eyebrows: "What's wrong with you? Or do you want to have another full body check?"

"No, it can't be detected." He shrugged self-deprecatingly, "It's good that I know about the challenge of medical miracles. What if some research institute finds out and takes me away for an autopsy?"

The doctor had already sat down on the opposite chair and looked at him leisurely: "Our psychiatric department is still four stops away from here. If you need to transfer to another hospital, please contact me."

Candle Tea: "..."

No wonder the doctor-patient relationship in your hospital is not good.

"I want to ask, can I be discharged from the hospital tomorrow?" He turned the wheelchair closer to the table.

The doctor looked at him like he was mentally retarded: "What do you think?"

"I think so."

"Do you think it can be useful?"

"..."

He wanted to justify a few words, saying that he had found a way to recover from the injury faster.On second thought, who would believe in something that no one can see except yourself?

Feeling discouraged, he inadvertently glanced at the badge on the doctor's white coat, and was stunned: "Doctor Gu?"

Dr. Gu's tone was gentle: "What's the matter? Do you need me to send you back to V616?"

"It's okay, I'll answer by myself." Zhu Ming regained consciousness and put on a smile, "The name is very good, it sounds very kind."

In regular script on the badge, the name of the doctor is written in black on a white background: Gu Ran.

"A very popular name? Or do you have friends with this name?"

"The old man at home also calls me that." He said, "Xiao Ran, but Ran."

Dr. Gu was a little surprised: "Is it a nickname?"

Zhu Ming nodded, thought for a while, shook her head, and said vaguely, "It used to be called this."

Gu Ran understood, thinking that "Zhuming" was a stage name changed later, so he didn't ask any more questions.

It's just that I was a little surprised. Didn't this person just lie down and come here to chat with me?

Candle Tea's application to be discharged from the hospital was unsuccessful, and she was almost unsuccessful, so she thought about running away while the medical staff were not paying attention?

But before the abacus started, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the silver framed photo on Dr. Gu's desk.

There was a photo inside. Against the background of a dark sea of ​​people, the teenager was standing under the spotlight, his posture frozen in a handsome dance step.

The boy and the support sign behind him shone brightly.

His pupils dilated: "Isn't this Bai Si?"

Bai Si, the main dancer of the popular boy group 3Dreamers a few years ago, Zhu Ming is one of the few friends in the entertainment industry.After the mess, his teammates developed well, and he was the only one who transformed into a comedian.

The natural barrier between boy group idols and comedians is one of appearance and the other of baggage.

Zhu Ming never figured out how this person decided to develop in this way, and was surprised by this for a long time.But at this moment, he was even more surprised by the doctor Gu who held the photo frame back with his backhand.

"I was in a hurry to go out just now, confiscated." Dr. Gu was still amiable, but Zhu Ming felt that he was hiding a knife in his smile, "Don't complain to me, I will arrange for you to leave the hospital when you want."

Candle Tea: "...Isn't it true that your hospital even manages the employees chasing stars?"

Gu Ran touched the photo frame with both hands: "A doctor must have the image of a doctor. Private life is private life, but it cannot affect professional image."

"Didn't you see that you are still chasing the boy group?"

Dr. Gu: "..." Have the elders eaten your rice?

The health on the wrist somehow jumped to 9%, this time it didn't jump back again, and the pain on his body weakened again.

Candle Tea didn't know what the remote charging process was, but felt that gossip could really distract her attention, and she felt less empty.

He frowned, wondering if he had done something to the house.

Seeing that Candle Tea didn't have the slightest intention of going back, Gu Ran silently put the photo frame into the drawer, picked up a pen and began to check and revise the ward round record: "I heard that you and Xiao Si are good friends, and sure enough people with strange brain circuits will get together. "

"...I think you can just say that people are divided into groups." Zhu Ming always felt that something was wrong with Dr. Gu's words, "What's wrong with me?"

Dr. Gu's eyes were sharp, and it was clearly written in his eyes: Are you embarrassed to say that?

He thought he had been tricked by this life system that was the root of all evil, curled his lips, and changed the subject and asked, "I've been so busy these days that I don't even have time to contact him, how is his comedy career going?"

Dr. Gu's handwriting paused, and he said while thinking: "He has joined the group recently, and he is in western Sichuan, so he probably won't have time to find you."

"Sure, I'm a real fan! But which director's comedy is going to be filmed in Tibet?"

Gu Ran put down his pen and carefully looked at the superstar in the wheelchair.Didn't it mean that this person was arrogant and indifferent?Who made it up?Why do real people gossip like this?

He still explained in a good-tempered manner: "It's not a comedy, it's a drama. Our first film source since Xiaosi's debut, although it's a small supporting role, but it's amazing to be able to partner with a lineup like Yu Yingdi and Lin Yao."

"Doctor Gu, do you usually give such relief to other patients? Such a serious compliment doesn't match this white coat."

Zhu Ming smiled and made a few jokes before suddenly choking.

He froze, his eyebrows fluttered, and he almost stood up from the wheelchair.

"Say it again? Who is he with? Where is he filming?"

The author has something to say: =========

Gu Ran: I, a doctor, am an ordinary fan.

Zhu Xiaoming: No, you are Hua Tuo alive, rejuvenated!

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