Waiting Upon You

The manager opened his sore eyes, why did he suddenly dream about things that happened a long time ago? He had already forgotten those past events, but in the dream, every bit of it was so clear.

How much he wished that what happened in the past was also a dream, he could immediately call and urge Ling Lang to go to the notice, and then he was furious when the other party said that he didn't want to go. Unfortunately, such a scene can only exist in a dream now.

Since Feng Hao's eye was injured, the agent felt that he was going to the hospital every day. He was more familiar with the structure of the hospital than his own office, and even began to seriously consider the necessity of renting a long-term bed here.

When the manager arrived at the ward, he bumped into the attending doctor who had just come out.Doctors with expectant eyes like the agent have seen too many, but as a doctor in the intensive care unit, many times, he has to watch such light dimming little by little with his own eyes.

"Doctor, how is he today?"

"According to your description, the patient has not eaten for at least 120 hours in the past. The only luck is that he kept drinking water normally during his waking period, which is why he can survive until now."

"He doesn't reject the drinking water we provide him, but if the water is mixed with glucose, his body will instinctively reject it, so we can only continue to maintain his life through infusion."

"Then..." the manager was speechless, "That can't always be like this."

Looking at his anxious face, the doctor could only helplessly say, "Many people who commit suicide choose to take medicine, cut their wrists, or jump off a building, which can quickly end their lives, because even though these methods are painful, the duration is very short. .”

"The hunger strike is a great test of a person's perseverance. He chose to go on a hunger strike, and even resisted the intake of sugar in a semi-comatose state, which shows that his determination to die is stronger than that of ordinary suicides."

The manager tightly pursed his lips, as if there was a piece of rust in the back of his throat, "...so?"

The doctor shook his head, "The patient has no sense of survival at all. I'm sorry that we can't do anything about this non-physical cause."

The manager leaned weakly against the door, and it took him a long time to muster up the courage to open the door and enter.Ling Lang still maintained the posture he had when he left last time, he didn't move at all, his expression was serene, as if he was just asleep.

The manager sat beside him, picked up a water glass on one side, dipped it in with a cotton swab, and applied it to his lips little by little.

As he was painting, he suddenly felt sad and threw the cup heavily on the table.

"Do you fucking think you are the loyal dog Hachiko? You will go on a hunger strike for me after Feng Hao dies? Will he come back to life if you die on a hunger strike?"

"It doesn't matter if you cry or make a fuss, even if you announce another indefinite hiatus, it doesn't matter if it makes me burnt out, why are you willing to lose your life? These days, whoever dies can't live the same way, why not?" You can't live without him?"

"Could it be that only Feng Hao is so important to you? I've taken care of you for so many years, can I just sit here and watch you die?"

The agent covered his eyes in grief, "You ask me if I believe you, and I say yes, and you say you have to be quiet, and I say yes. Why the hell do I believe you so much? Why don't I fucking stare at you? Bastard Egg!"

He walked in the ward without a clue, "For more than ten years, you have never lied to me once. I trained you step by step from a fledgling actor to an actor. on me."

"Why am I so stupid? If I had known that you would be like this, I would have watched you day and night. Why am I still fussing about Feng Hao's funeral? He is already a dead person, and you, originally What is the difference between a living person and a dead person now?"

Tired of cursing, he slumped down on the chair and murmured, "There are only a handful of entertainers I have brought in in my life, and the only ones who can still remember their names are you and Feng Hao."

"I don't think I'm a good manager, but I did my best. I didn't expect that all the artists under me would end up like this."

His voice became lower and lower, and in the end only he could hear him, "If I had known this, I might as well not have signed that contract back then, or I would hold you in my heart as my own daughter, but you only left me one sentence." Thank you."

The days passed relentlessly, everyone slowly adapted to the new life, the entertainment industry greedily absorbs new gossip all the time, and the number of mentions of outdated words that cannot create news is also decreasing day by day.

As usual, the manager arrived at the hospital after leaving the company. The first thing he did was fetch water to wipe Ling Lang's hands and face.He knew that Ling Lang was a very clean person, even if he was in a coma, he would not allow his image to be embarrassing.

After wiping it clean, he started to massage Ling Lang's muscles again, and now he can do these things with ease.

"If people don't exercise all the time, their muscles will atrophy. I won't massage for you. I'm afraid you won't even be able to walk when you wake up," he kept muttering, holding Ling Lang's wrist with his left hand, Then the movement froze.

His thumb had clearly touched his middle finger, and Ling Lang was so thin that he could hold his wrist with one hand. The manager's nose was sore, and he quickly suppressed this feeling.

"The doctor said that you are now in a semi-comatose state. Your consciousness is clear, but your body is unwilling to wake up. It's okay, I'll wait," he said while pressing, "Since you can hear it, I will tell you, you If you think I'm noisy, tell me to shut up."

After moving Ling Lang's limbs, he sat down on the chair next to him and spread out the newspapers he bought on the way.

"You have never liked reading newspapers very much. In fact, it is not bad for you to know some news about your peers. You don't mind if I read it to you. This circle changes every day. If you don't know a little bit about current affairs, you will really be punished." eliminated."

The manager turned to one page, cleared his throat and began to read, "Artist Wu Guanfeng came back for the first time after the bombing incident. During the welcome dinner, the champagne tower accidentally collapsed and accidentally cut his left foot...how can he be caught by any unlucky thing? meet?"

He put down the newspaper and thought for a while, "No wonder I met the reporter at the door today. It turned out that he was also admitted to the hospital. For the sake of his visit to you, I will visit him too. You lie down well, and I Be back in a moment."

The manager went to the main desk of the inpatient department to find Wu Guanfeng's bed number, and followed the number to find it.

Wu Guanfeng's ward couldn't be called a ward, it was a vegetable market, and before the manager even got to the door, he heard loud noises from inside.

"I'm also a regular customer here, so it's fine if you don't give me a [-]% VIP discount. Why don't you even have a private room? Do you want me to squeeze in with other people?"

"Sorry, there are a lot of patients in the inpatient department recently, and all the single rooms are full. Your injury is not too serious. You can be discharged after a day or two of observation."

The manager frowned. Is it really okay to be so loud in the hospital?He walked to the door of the ward calmly, surrounded by Wu Guanfeng, his manager, an assistant, a nurse, and even two reporters, while the "idle people" on the next bed acted as if these people didn't exist at all. , No matter what he said, he was indifferent.

The people inside were in a mess, and no one noticed his appearance.Seeing that there was a reporter there, the manager gave up the idea of ​​entering the room, and just as he took a step away, someone inside asked, "Brother Feng, I heard that you called Feng Hao's last call record before his death?"

When the name was heard by the manager, he faltered and stopped involuntarily.

"Yes," Wu Guanfeng admitted frankly in the room, "I did it, but I did it for someone else."

"Help whom?"

"Do you still need to ask?" Wu Guanfeng gave him a look that you don't know yet.

The reporter dragged the chair and moved forward, "Then, what did the two of them say?"

"How do I know, it's true that I heard my senior brother speak, but you also know how taciturn my senior brother is, it's nothing more than um, ah."

"I know." The idler who had been silent on the next bed suddenly spoke, which shocked everyone.

The reporter looked at him carefully, and suddenly shouted, "You are the driver who was involved in the accident last time!"

The manager's heart trembled. He had seen Feng Hao's driver after the car accident, but at that time his head was still wrapped in a bandage, so he took a quick look and didn't recognize him.

"Oh~" Wu Guanfeng also turned his head and looked to the side, "So you are the driver of Junior Brother Feng, and you were fine in such a serious car accident. You are really a fighter among Xiaoqiang."

"So you were there when Feng Hao and Ling Lang had the last phone call?" This time it was a female voice who asked the question.

The driver did not reply, expressing his acquiescence.

"What exactly did they say? Did they get into a fight? Or...?" Everyone in the room focused their attention on the driver, but the driver turned to Wu Guanfeng expressionlessly, and the latter suddenly realized something and slammed back Shrunk a bit.

"Don't look at me, I don't have such a good memory."

The reporter quickly waved his hands, "Careless, just careless."

The driver turned his head back again, looked ahead expressionlessly, and said mechanically as if he was reciting a line, "Hey, what's the matter?"

Wu Guanfeng was startled, and then said casually, "It's me."

"why you?"

"It's not me."

"Why did you call me on this idiot's cell phone?"

Wu Guanfeng glared at him viciously, "He borrowed it from me, he is really a good man."

The manager leaned against the wall of the corridor a little bit, and the conversation in the ward came to his ears clearly.

"I'm worried about you, did I hit hard?"

"No, the doctor said I was hungry, and it has nothing to do with you."

"You'll be fine."

"What about you?"

"I'm fine, I just miss you and want to see you very much."

"I am at the hospital."

"There are too many people, and I'm too handsome to get in."

"Ha ha."

"Where are you?" Wu Guanfeng asked this time.

"In the car."

"where are you going?"

"Airport."

"Are you leaving?"

"As soon as the matter is over, I will come back to you and wait for me to come back."

"I'm waiting for you."

"When I come back, I will definitely establish a good relationship with my father-in-law."

The agent covered his mouth.

"Although I don't want to use Shabi's mobile phone to talk to you, but," the driver's voice is still so mechanical, "I love you."

The entire ward fell silent. Before people had time to feel the happiness contained in these three words, they were forcibly spoiled by the tragic ending. If they knew that the ending was so cruel, would anyone choose to start from the beginning?

It took a long time before Wu Guanfeng's voice sounded faintly.

"Me too."