Don't raise green tea to attack the best actor as a stand-in

Song Ran hesitated for a while, and decided to take a look at her vegetative body.

He sneaked out of the ward and walked towards the fourth inpatient building.Jiangcheng Hospital is very large, and the fourth inpatient building is at the innermost. After checking the news about the car accident, Song Ran knew that her vegetative body was there.

Different from other inpatient buildings, the fourth inpatient building has strict access control. There is a front desk and a guard, and every visitor must be registered. The rules are very strict.

However, this did not bother Song Ran. After waiting outside the gate for a while, he saw a large group of family members of patients. It seemed that some rich man was about to die. A group of filial sons and grandchildren all came. Easily loose into the building.

He slipped to the elevator and looked at the floor sign next to it - "Floor 28: VIP Intensive Care Unit", it should be there.

Song Ran took the elevator up to the 28th floor, but was blocked at the nurse's station. A fierce nurse aunt raised her eyebrows: "Who are you looking for? If you want to see a patient, you must make an appointment in advance!"

Song Ran blinked and pretended to be a college student cheekily: "Mr. Nurse, I'm a student at Jiangcheng University. My supervisor was hospitalized with a cerebral hemorrhage. I heard it's here. Can you check for me?"

Students who respect their teachers are always easy to win favor with. In addition, Song Ran's current appearance is very delicate, especially related to elders. The nurse aunt hesitated for a moment, and then said: "What's your teacher's name?"

Song Ran said nonsense: "Li Qiang."

The nurse aunt turned sideways and tapped on the computer next to her: "I'll check it out, you wait."

Just as she was concentrating on checking the files, Song Ran quietly bent down and slipped along the nurse's desk into the corridor of the ward.

"I didn't find a patient named Li Qiang, did you mistake the hospital?" The nurse aunt raised her head, wondering, "Where is he? He's gone?"

This floor is full of VIP intensive care units, most of the patients are unconscious, and the corridor is so quiet that it is almost scary.

Song Ran tiptoed forward, pushing open one door after another like a thief, but after looking at more than a dozen wards, he couldn't find "myself", and almost discouraged, he pushed open the door of Room 19 , and then he froze.

Is that... yourself?

In a few seconds, Song Ran realized that he quickly slipped into the ward, closed the door behind his back, and then came to the front of the bed, looking down at the people on the bed.

So familiar, yet so strange.

The person on the hospital bed quietly closed his eyes, his expression was very calm, as if he had fallen asleep, but his body was covered with tubes, and the bedside was also covered with complex instruments such as ECG monitors and brain function monitors.

The ends of his eyes are long and narrow, his eyelashes are black and thick, his nose bridge is high, his lips are thin, his facial features are almost faultless, but his eyes are closed, so he can't see those beautiful amber eyes.Compared to the past, he seemed to be a little thinner and paler, but he was still an extremely handsome man.

This is me?

Song Ran stared blankly at the person on the bed, feeling extremely weird for a moment, standing here, looking at another "self" lying on the bed.

He was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses, then stretched out his hand in a strange way, and touched "myself" on the cheek. "My" skin is warm and elastic, my lips are delicate and moist, my hair is soft and clean, and even my nails are well-manicured. It is obvious that I have "maintained" very well, and I am not as unattended as I imagined. Dirty and smelly.

Song Ran was very puzzled, who was "maintaining" his body?

The skin and hair are so clean, what about the body?Are there any bedsores and muscle atrophy?Thinking of this, Song Ran wanted to pull the skirt of "myself" to see the condition of his body. After all, he has used this body for more than [-] years, and he still cares about it.

Just as he undid a button, there was a sudden sound of footsteps in the corridor outside the door.

Song Ran was taken aback. He glanced around in a panic. There was really nowhere to hide, so he had to bite the bullet and hide behind the heavy curtains in the corner of the room. There were some patterns in the middle of the curtains that were hollow tulle, which could still be seen indistinctly. See what's going on outside.

The footsteps were getting closer, and with a soft "squeak—" the door opened, followed by a cold and clear voice, which sounded like ice cubes hitting each other: "You are guarding outside the door."

"Yes, Mr. Song."

Song Ran's eyes widened, is it Song Qingshuang? !

Through the hollow pattern, he saw a slender figure walking into the ward. He wore a black cashmere coat and a snow-white and indifferent face. He was the current head of the Song Group, Song Qingshuang.

Song Ran is a little confused, what is Song Qingshuang doing here?Looking at yourself as a joke?Or do you want to beat yourself up when you can't resist?No way, I have become a vegetable, no matter how stingy Song Qingshuang is, it's not like this.

Song Qingshuang walked to the side of the hospital bed, looked down at the person on the bed, neither spoke nor moved.

What is this kid trying to do?

Song Qingshuang stood for a long time, and finally said in a low voice: "Brother."

Song Ran: "?"

Song Qingshuang stood silently for a while, then sat down by the bed, and then fumbled for something out of his pocket. His back was facing Song Ran, and there was a curtain in between. Song Ran only saw a flash of silver light, as if some kind of Metallic luster.

Wait, is this kid trying to murder himself?Afraid that he would take away the Song Group after waking up?

Song Ran was muttering to himself when he suddenly heard a crisp "click."

what sound?This voice is actually very familiar and is often heard in daily life, but it is very strange when it appears here. Song Ran didn't realize it for a while, and then there was another crisp "click."

Song Ran blinked dully, and suddenly understood——Song Qingshuang just took out a handle of nail clippers, and she was currently cutting "myself" nails.

That cold and arrogant, high-minded, clean-eyed Song Qingshuang, who has a serious obsession with cleanliness, is cutting her nails!For a moment, Song Ran had an extremely funny feeling, as if he saw a muscular man doing a striptease, or a delicate little girl suddenly fell over his shoulder.

Soon, his heart suffered a more severe challenge—Song Qingshuang sat down at the end of the bed and began to cut his toenails.

Listening to the crisp "click, click", watching Song Qingshuang lower her head, with a snow-white face extremely serious, cutting his toenails with the expression of holding a shareholders' meeting, Song Ran felt like being struck by lightning. So much so that when Song Qingshuang finished cutting his toenails and started massaging his calf muscles in a vegetative state, his whole body was already numb.

Song Qingshuang put the calf of the vegetative person on her thigh, and kneaded it gently, the technique was very familiar, and occasionally asked softly, "Is the strength appropriate?"

Naturally, the vegetative person on the hospital bed would not answer, but Song Ran behind the curtain was full of thoughts: Did I go to hell?Or did Song Qingshuang take the wrong medicine?

I don't know how long it took before Song Ran's legs became numb. Song Qingshuang was still massaging intently, from left leg to right leg, from left arm to right arm. Let alone slipping out, Song Ran didn't even dare to breathe loudly. For fear of being heard by Song Qingshuang.

Just kidding, if Song Qingshuang finds out that "Song Xiaoran" is in the ward of "President Da Song", plus the previous "stealing pajamas incident", then he will not be able to wash himself off even if he jumps into the Yellow River. ", and was turned over to the police station.

After a while, Song Ran's legs felt numb, and he was about to cry. This kid has never given himself a good face since he was a teenager, and he was still setting up a trap for himself in Lianhua Mountain. After becoming a vegetative state, he came here to pretend to be a good younger brother for no reason, and blocked himself here and couldn't get out!

This kid is a scourge!

Song Ran scolded "little bastard", "white-eyed wolf", "dead face", and "crazy" dozens of times in his heart. After an unknown period of time, a low voice came from the corridor outside, as if someone was beating him. Phone, and then "knock" twice, the door was knocked.

"What's the matter?" Song Qingshuang said coldly.

The secretary opened the door cautiously, and said softly, "President Xiao Song, Vice President Zhao said that his office doesn't get the sun in winter, so he wants to change offices."

"Let him change."

The secretary hesitated for a moment before saying, "He wants Mr. Song's former office, and he has already moved everything there."

Song Qingshuang was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly got up, and said angrily, "What are you talking about? Didn't I ask you to call two people to guard that office last time?"

The secretary wiped his sweat and said, "Yes, yes, ever since that pervert stole Mr. Song's pajamas, I asked Xiao Zhang and Chen to work outside and guard the office inside. Vice President Zhao failed to go in, but just put All his own things have been moved outside the office door, and two groups of people are arguing there."

"Zhao Yan...he's kicking his nose." Song Qingshuang rubbed his temples, his tone cold.

At this moment, Song Ran already understood most of it in his heart. That Zhao Yan was not an ordinary vice president, but one of the major shareholders of the Song Group. He had a very domineering personality. Being a vegetable, and Song Qingshuang is too young, I am afraid that the surname Zhao is about to start to move.

People like Zhao Yan, if you take one step back, he can take three steps forward, but although Song Qingshuang is young, his temper is extremely cold and arrogant, and he will never give in easily.

Sure enough, Song Qingshuang said coldly: "I'll go back and have a look. Tell Dr. Zhang that my brother has lost some weight recently, and the nutritional supplements that should be used are open to use. Money is not a problem. I will come back the day after tomorrow."

After Song Qingshuang left, Song Ran immediately slipped out of the ward. While he was relieved, his doubts grew stronger. Hearing what Song Qingshuang said, he seemed to come to visit him often. What was he planning?

The little relationship between them when they were young is almost exhausted. Song Qingshuang wished she could die. This kid has a cold, arrogant, stubborn and ungrateful personality. It is unlikely that because he saved him, his attitude will turn around 180 degrees, and he will come to visit him every two days. , Cut your own toenails!

Thinking of cutting toenails, Song Ran got goosebumps again. He couldn't help touching his arms, trying to think about Song Qingshuang's motives, yes, it could only be driven by profit.

As far as interests are concerned, after I became a vegetative, the major shareholder of the Song Group, besides Zhao Yan, was Uncle Xue. Although Uncle Xue had already retired, he always loved himself. Uncle saw it... Could it be that the secretary outside belongs to Uncle Xue?

Alas, I don't know how Uncle Xue is doing. After I've been busy for a while, I'll go and see him myself.

Song Ran slipped back to the ward while thinking, Lin Feiyu immediately rushed up and said anxiously: "Brother, where have you been? Why didn't you tell me?"

Song Ran was a little sorry, he thought he would be back soon, so he didn't even leave a small note, but he didn't expect to meet Song Qingshuang, which was delayed for almost two hours.

He smiled apologetically, and said nonsense: "I was out in the sun, and when I came back, I forgot the ward number, and it took me a long time to find it."

Lin Feiyu was dissatisfied and said: "Brother, you are not in good health. If you want to go out to bask in the sun, I will borrow a wheelchair to push you out. How can you just run around by yourself? What if you faint?"

"I'm not that weak." Song Ran couldn't help but support his forehead. The child labor is too virtuous and it's a trouble.

"Brother, the doctor has already said that you have alcoholism and electrolyte imbalance, you need to take a good rest..."

Song Ran was most afraid of being nagged by others, so she hurriedly said, "I'm hungry."

Lin Feiyu really stopped nagging, and while running to serve the bowl, he muttered, "The porridge is cold, I'll go outside and heat it up in the microwave."

"Congee? Wait, isn't it fried chicken?" Song Ran was dumbfounded.

Song Ran was forced to drink porridge for two days, and his mouth almost faded, and finally made it to the day when he was discharged from the hospital.

Over the past few days, he has discovered that Lin Feiyu is indeed very capable. He is very organized at a young age. He does well in paying medical insurance fees, recording doctor's orders, taking medicine at the window, and going through hospital discharge procedures. Never mind.

It's really... very cost-effective child labor.

On this day, after completing the discharge procedures, the two took a taxi back to Chunjiang Community. Song Ran looked at the 602 opposite the door. The anti-theft door was still locked tightly. The woman didn't seem to care where her son went.

Lin Feiyu also looked at the opposite door, and slightly pursed his lips.

"Don't think about it, go back to the house." Song Ran touched the child's head comfortingly, and sighed softly in her heart.

While opening the door, he was thinking about how to get the woman to sign the power of attorney. As long as he has the guardian's power of attorney, he can become Lin Feiyu's manager, and things will be easy after that.

Also, Lin Feiyu had to go back to school, even if he was an actor in the future, children would have to study.