Waiting Upon You

Before the screams fell, Feng Hao rushed to Ling Lang, and he was curled up on the ground, his pupils constricted violently, his face was as pale as paper, and his breathing was short of breath as if he had asthma.

"What's going on?" Feng Hao's voice was full of unprecedented tension.

The assistant had already panicked, "I, I don't know, all of a sudden..."

Feng Hao didn't even want to hug Ling Lang by the waist, "Send him to the hospital first."

Only then did everyone realize that they rushed up to help. The manager moved faster than Feng Hao. He had already driven the van to the door. He conjured a police light out of nowhere and put it on the roof of the car. "Get in the car!"

Without further ado, Feng Hao carried Ling Lang into the car, suddenly thought of something, poked his head out of the car and shouted, "Bring him what he ate just now!"

"He didn't eat anything just now..." the assistant realized halfway through the sentence, "He drank coffee! A cup!"

The manager had already slammed the gas pedal, and the assistant sealed Ling Lang's used cup with a bag, and got into another car. The two cars drove towards the nearest hospital one after the other.

Ling Lang in the car stared straight at Feng Hao, but the focus of his sight had long been lost. He was in an inexplicable panic, and the knuckles holding Feng Hao's clothes turned white due to excessive force.

"Hold on," Feng Hao hugged him tightly, Ling Lang's breathing became more and more difficult, and it seemed that he might suffocate due to lack of oxygen at any time, Feng Hao frowned, "Drive faster!" He raised his head and rushed to the driver's seat. shouted the broker.

The manager didn't follow his instructions, sounded the siren, stepped on the gas pedal to the end, and instantly merged and overtook the two cars in front.

The van rushed straight into the emergency center, and the well-trained medical staff immediately transferred Ling Lang to the flat car and quickly pushed him to the emergency room, only hearing the nurse's short voice intermittently along the way.

"Body temperature 36."

"Pulse 150."

"Breathe 40."

"Blood pressure cannot be monitored."

The doctor lifted Ling Lang's eyelids and observed his pupils, "What did the patient take before?"

"Coffee," Feng Hao recalled what his assistant said just now.

"Have a history of coffee allergies? What about milk?"

"No," the manager hurriedly replied.

"Any history of drug allergies?"

"nor."

The doctor quickly explained something, and a nurse rushed to prepare. The group pushed Ling Lang into the emergency center, and shut Feng Hao and his manager out.

The assistant arrived quickly with the cup, and there were still some coffee residues at the bottom of the cup.

"How?" she asked anxiously.

Feng Hao glanced at the door of the emergency room, shook his head, "Send it for testing first."

After the assistant left, Feng Hao continued to walk back and forth at the door of the emergency room. The manager couldn't stand it anymore, and forced him to the stool, "Calm down."

He lowered his head inadvertently, and saw that Feng Hao's hands were shaking slightly.

The manager has been with Ling Lang for more than ten years. Over the years, he has taken care of Ling Lang meticulously. His feelings for him have long surpassed the feelings his manager has for artists. To him, Ling Lang is like his child, while Feng Hao was the one who broke in suddenly and wanted to take away his child.

What's more, in the past ten years, it was one of his secret missions to secretly monitor all those who tried to get close to Ling Lang, and to nip any possible emotions in the bud. Even after this order was lifted, he habitually maintained Old vigilance.

Under Feng Hao's high-profile actions, he even once suspected that the other party used Ling Lang's superiority with ulterior motives, but at this moment, his view of Feng Hao suddenly changed.

"Don't worry," the manager put his hand on the other's shoulder uncharacteristically, reassuring him like an elder, "Ling Lang will be fine."

"I used to," Feng Hao raised his hand to his mouth uneasily, "I raised a dog."

The broker was startled.

"A beautiful golden retriever."

"It's smart, well-behaved, and never barks."

"Then there was one time..." Feng Hao fell into painful memories, "He ate chocolate by mistake..."

"It stands to reason that a large dog would not die if it ate a little chocolate, but it ate a lot."

"At that time," his eyes drifted to the door of the emergency room, "it looked like that, the pupils constricted, and it was difficult to breathe..."

The manager's hand on the opponent's shoulder began to exert force, and black lines fell on his forehead.

Feng Hao's voice choked up, "I just watched it die in my arms, but I couldn't do anything."

"Enough!" The manager grabbed his neck and shook him vigorously back and forth, "Ling Lang is such an honorable person, how could you compare him to a dog? Fortunately, I was touched by you for a moment just now, you rotten person... ..."

"Please keep quiet in the hospital," the nurse said angrily, "Don't just kill people in the corridor just because this is an emergency center."

The manager let go of his hand angrily, and did not forget to give Feng Hao a hard look.

The rescue time is very short, but every second is so long in the hearts of those who are waiting.

The emergency light finally went out, and the doctor was stopped by the anxious Feng Hao and his manager as soon as he went out.

"How is the doctor?"

"It is initially judged that the patient's symptoms belong to anaphylactic shock."

"allergy?"

The doctor nodded, "Does he have any serious allergies?"

"Chocolate," the two said in unison, and looked at each other again.

"But he can't eat chocolate," the agent added. "We've always been very careful about that."

"This will not be known until the test results come out."

"Is this disease serious? Will he be in danger?" Feng Hao is more concerned about Ling Lang's current situation at the moment.

"Allergies can be big or small, from just sneezing and rashes to severe enough to kill."

Feng Hao's heart twitched, "Then he...?"

"Thanks to your timely delivery to the doctor this time, but we must pay more attention to it in the future."

The agent breathed a sigh of relief, "Then can we transfer the patient to another hospital?"

The doctor stopped in his tracks, "Why?"

"He is a public figure, and I'm afraid it will cause riots if he stays here."

"Although the patient is now out of danger, in order to avoid accidents, I suggest that it is safer to stay in the hospital for observation for the time being."

Ling Lang has been transferred to the intensive care unit, and Feng Hao is by his side every step of the way.

The door was quickly opened a crack, the agent got in and quickly closed the door, "You must not go out, there are all reporters outside."

Feng Hao had expected such a result. The studio and the hospital had many eyes and ears. It was impossible for such a big event not to be exposed.

"what did the doctor say?"

"As long as you are rescued, you'll be fine." The manager came over and observed Ling Lang's complexion. Although his face was still pale, fortunately he was already awake. "It should be observed for a day or two before he can be discharged from the hospital."

Feng Hao held the opponent's hand and rubbed his cheeks obsessively, "You really scared me to death."

Ling Lang blinked slowly, signaling to the other party that he was fine.

Feng Hao suddenly remembered, "What does the inspection report say?"

"Oh," the agent hurriedly showed him the test sheet in his hand, which was full of complicated terms and chemical formulas.

"Theobromine?" Feng Hao keenly caught one of them.

"And the content is not low," the manager said solemnly, "If there is no mistake, it should be very pure chocolate."

Feng Hao's eyes darkened, "Why is there chocolate in the coffee?"

The agent was also unable to answer this question, "I asked the assistant, she left for a while after pouring the coffee, there were many people on the set, and anyone could have approached Ling Lang's cup during that time."

"Does anyone know that Ling Lang is allergic to chocolate?"

"It's not a secret. In order to prevent fans from sending wrong gifts, this information has been made public a long time ago, and even Baidu Encyclopedia can find it."

Feng Hao squinted his eyes, and there was a flash of hostility in his eyes. The manager's attention was always on Ling Lang, and he didn't notice it at all.

The allergic reaction was violent, but the stay was short. In less than a day, Ling Lang had recovered to seven or eight points, and his daily activities were basically safe. The next most headache was how to get out of the hospital safely.

The agent checked the hospital carefully, and finally confirmed that there were reporters guarding every door. After the police forcibly intervened, these reporters disguised themselves as patients, their family members, nursing staff, street vendors and funeral practitioners. Inside and outside the hospital, only Du Linglang was discharged.

"Just cover it with a white cloth and push it out," Ling Lang thought very openly.

"Bah, bah, bah," the manager spat three times in a row, "Crow's Mouth."

"I have a solution," Feng Hao said, and pressed the call bell, and a little nurse came in.

"Excuse me, can I ask you something?" Feng Hao asked politely.

The little nurse was a fan of their movie, of course she nodded hurriedly, without even asking what Feng Hao was going to do.

"Can you lend me a mask?"

"Masks?" The little nurse was stunned for a moment, and when she saw Ling Lang again, she suddenly realized, "You guys want to go out in disguise?"

Feng Hao nodded with a smile, admiring her quick comprehension.

After a while, the little nurse brought what Feng Hao wanted. He messed up Ling Lang's hair, pulled Liu Hai down to cover his eyes, and then put on a mask, his whole person suddenly became another person.

Only then did the manager realize that Ling Lang had just dyed his hair exaggeratedly, and the mask was especially inconspicuous in the hospital environment. Anyone who saw Ling Lang at this moment would think that he was a young man who came to the doctor for a cold.

"I'm in charge of distracting the media, you send the seniors home," Feng Hao said to the manager, "With me around, the reporters won't notice you."

The manager really praised this was a good idea, so the three of them swaggered and chose the route to the main entrance of the hospital. Feng Hao walked in the front wearing sunglasses, and as expected, he was surrounded by reporters as soon as he showed up.

"May I ask what happened to Ling Lang? Why was he rushed to the hospital?"

"How is Ling Lang's situation now? Is his life in danger?"

"Is this incident related to you? Some people say that anti-gay people deliberately poisoned and murdered. Is it true?"

Feng Hao was perfunctory to the reporter's question, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ling Lang slightly arched his back, with his hands in his pockets, walking towards the gate in a hurry, and glanced at the crowded places as he passed by. He knew in advance that his acting skills were enough to fool him.

At a distance of about two meters diagonally behind him, the manager followed behind with his head down. Feng Hao attracted all the firepower of the reporters, so that no one noticed him.

Watching Ling Lang go out successfully, Feng Hao heaved a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to find an excuse to escape, he saw a man in a peaked cap and windbreaker staring at Ling Lang straightly and walking straight towards him.

The man obviously recognized Ling Lang, and there was a strong fierce light in his eyes. Feng Hao had a bad intuition, and then he noticed the infusion bottle he was holding tightly in his hand.

"Be careful!" Feng Hao's voice resounded throughout the hospital hall, he wanted to rush over, but was blocked by reporters.

Ling Lang heard his cry, and when he turned his head, he saw a stranger uncap the transparent glass bottle in his hand.

The man growled and poured all the liquid in the bottle towards Ling Lang.

"Go to hell! You pervert!"