When I was forced to become a crybaby...
Chapter 58 58
Although Liang Yan asked, Wen Lang only gave an ambiguous answer without elaborating.
He got on the plane at 10:30 and left the hotel at [-], Liang Yan wanted to see him off, but was turned away.
In the early morning of the next day, I joined the group and turned it on. Because it was a combination of two sessions, the recording time for this group was more than double that of the previous sessions.
Liang Yan took ten days off before and after, and it would take about a week for Wen Lang to go abroad, and the two of them returned to Beicheng at about the same time.
The theme of this issue is to promote folk culture. The program team borrowed two homestays in the scenic area for them to manage and manage. The recording process went smoothly, but there was an accident when work was finished on the last day.
After work was over, the program crew had a car accident on the way back to the city hotel from the mountaintop scenic spot.
Because it is a road around the mountain, the field of vision is limited, and a series of accidents involving multiple vehicles collided.
The accident happened at [-] o'clock in the evening, and it already dominated the hot searches and headlines on various platforms after [-] o'clock in the evening. Although the photos at the scene were coded, they still look scary.
The originally beautiful tourism capital has entered the public eye in this way.
The emergency department of the central hospital was overcrowded, and the most serious case was a minibus, which overturned and fell off a cliff during the collision, and all the people on board were seriously injured.
At the time of the incident, the car Liang Yan was traveling in was at the end of the program team. Sitting in the co-pilot, he saw the minibus rolling down into the valley with his own eyes, and his hands on his knees clenched into fists. The nails scratched the flesh of the palm.
Having personally experienced a car accident, seeing such a scene again, his internal organs roared, his body trembled uncontrollably, and his mind went blank.
He no longer remembers how he got to the hospital, because the car he was in escaped in time, and there was no serious collision. Other people in the same car, including him, only suffered from collisions and scratches.
The ward has been given over to the seriously injured, and minor bruises have been placed in corridors and temporary treatment rooms.
Other artists and guests brought assistants and other staff with them. If the injuries were not serious, they had already been picked up or transferred to other hospitals.
The only artists left in the temporary disposal room were Liang Yan and another replacement anchor.
His name is Ah Si, and he is also a game anchor. He is not yet 16 years old this year. He doesn't seem to have suffered any serious injuries, but he may have been frightened and kept wiping away tears.
The staff members of the program group were injured, and the rest were busy sending out emergency announcements and doing public relations. They were too busy and chaotic, and couldn't take care of the two of them for a while.
Liang Yan's hands and feet were still cold, but he had recovered, and his mood calmed down a little, not as nervous as before.
Looking at Ah Si, who was hugging his knees and huddled next to him, he gently squeezed his shoulder: "Where is the injury? Are there any wounds on your body that have not been treated?"
Ah Si raised his head and wiped his tears: "No, all the broken wounds have been treated, but my wrist hurts! I'm scared."
Liang Yan paused for a moment before realizing that he is a game anchor, and he revealed during the recording of the show that his ideal is to be a professional e-sports player.
If he injured his wrist and delayed the treatment, his future ideals would be ruined.
Liang Yan carefully held his wrist to check. There was no blood or scratches, but it was indeed red and swollen, especially the wrist bone, which was already swollen and deformed.
It's just that at this time, let alone a doctor, there are not even nurses who are idle.
Liang Yan scanned around but couldn't find anyone from the show crew, but Ah Si's injury couldn't be delayed like this.
Immediately helped him up: "Let's go, our other hospital."
Ah Si was young, so he had no idea about such a big thing, Liang Yan led him, and he obediently followed.
Liang Yan didn't know if he lost his cell phone in the car or somewhere else. He explained the situation to the nurse at the guidance desk, asked her to tell the program crew, and asked for the address of the orthopedic hospital.
After eight o'clock in the evening, it was not too late, Liang Yan and A Si took a taxi and went straight to the local orthopedic hospital.
In the night consultation room, I took a X-ray examination. Fortunately, there was no bone injury, only soft tissue contusion. However, due to the severe pain and other abrasions on the body, the doctor prescribed painkilling injections.
Liang Yan accompanied Ah Si to sit in the meditation room. No bone was injured and painkiller injections were given. The child's mood has stabilized and he stopped crying. He leaned obediently on the chair and glanced at Liang Yan from time to time.
Liang Yan stared blankly at a certain place in front of him. The scene he saw today overlapped with the fragments deep in his memory, which made him confused.
He went from an eyewitness to a person who experienced it firsthand.
In the rainy night where he couldn't see his fingers, he was hit and rolled violently, the pain all over his body became more and more obvious, but the breathing of his parents in his ears gradually became weaker, until he fainted, and all his emotional senses were turned into darkness.
"Brother Yan! Brother Yan!"
Liang Yan shook Ling'er suddenly, and when he came back to his senses, his eyes were still a little empty when he turned his head.
Ah Si was taken aback by his state: "Brother Yan, your complexion is very bad, why don't you also check with a doctor."
Liang Yan's complexion was indeed bad, pale and haggard, without any trace of blood, and the line on his lips could not be seen: "I'm fine, you're hungry, I'll buy you something to eat."
It was already eleven o'clock at night, since work was over at noon, until now, he and Ah Si hadn't had any water or rice, Liang Yan wanted to buy him something to eat, and take a breather by the way.
The restaurant of the hospital has long been closed, so Liang Yan can only pack at a nearby restaurant.
In the middle of the night, the hospital was so quiet that there was an echo of his feet landing on the ground. He was walking in the corridor with a lunch box. There was a sound of hurried footsteps at the corner, and then he bumped into a person head-on.
Before he could react, he felt dizzy and was pushed against the wall.
Raising his eyes, he met Wen Lang's bloodshot eyes.
Obviously, he cried.
The last time Liang Yan saw him cry was in kindergarten, and he hasn't seen him since elementary school.
Liang Yan kept staring into his eyes, his voice tightened: "Why are you here? Don't worry, I'm fine."
Wen Lang stared at him for a full minute, and finally took a deep breath, the tense muscles on his body relaxed, and all his strength was exhausted, his forehead rested on the socket of Liang Yan's shoulder, but he couldn't say a word for a long time. didn't say...
After the infusion was finished, the three of them left the hospital and returned to the hotel. Ah Si contacted his family and booked a flight back tomorrow.
Liang Yan lost his mobile phone, and he didn't have the habit of remembering the number. He wanted to ask about other people in the program group, but he couldn't find anyone to contact him. He could only use Wen Lang's mobile phone to read reports from the Internet.
But the content of the official notification is not much, just a few lines, the casualties have not been made public,
As far as the other gossip is concerned, how specific it is is that the authenticity needs to be verified, because according to Xuan Tian Xuandi on the Internet, there are not many people left in the program group.
Liang Yan was watching, when a call came in suddenly, and he handed the phone to Wen Lang.
Wen Lang didn't answer, and returned the message after hanging up.
Liang Yan kept looking at him from the sidelines: "Wen Lang, why haven't you spoken?"
From the meeting in the hospital to the hotel, Wen Lang didn't say a word.
Hearing him ask, Wen Lang looked over, frowned, and said for a long time: "I'm dumb."
The sound startled Liang Yan, he had basically lost his voice, only his rustling breath remained.
Liang Yan also looked at him, stretched out his hand to touch his side face for a while, and slowly leaned into Wen Lang's arms, leaning his side face against his chest, and said in a soft and soft voice: "Hold me .”
Wen Lang wrapped his arms around his waist, leaning his head on the top of his hair, and after a long while he struggled to utter a few words: "I'm scared to death."
He also landed in Beicheng in the evening, and when he got home, he wanted to ask Liang Yan when he would come back.
The moment he unlocked the phone and saw the news feed, he was blind for a moment, he could hear even if he couldn't see, and he fell on the sofa for a while before he could move.
The two hours of waiting at the airport seemed endless, and every time he dialed and no one answered, his heart felt cold.
Liang Yan rubbed against his arms, the tip of her nose just rubbed against his collarbone, seemingly unintentionally, but actually intentionally kissed him on the bone.
That night, neither of them slept, they hugged each other until dawn.
The next day, he met the leader of the art management team at the hotel. He was already busy, so he comforted Liang Yan copiously, and told him to go back to Beicheng first if he was not seriously injured, and arrange to listen to the announcement later.
Originally, the two of them didn't intend to stay here any longer, so Wen Lang immediately booked a plane ticket and rushed to the airport.
While waiting for the plane, Liang Yan borrowed Wen Lang's mobile phone to watch the news, and the official gave the casualty report:
Three people were seriously injured, 11 people were seriously injured, and 24 people were slightly injured.
However, the specific personnel information has not been made public. It is only revealed that the family members have been contacted and are actively dealing with the aftermath.
Back in Beicheng, Liang Yan bought a new mobile phone and added the number back.
For the whole afternoon, his mobile phone rang like a hotline, and the people around him basically saw the news, so he explained and reported his safety one by one.
Zhou Yi knew a little bit about his situation. Considering that he had experienced two such major traffic accidents in half a year, he was afraid that he would not be able to bear it, so he gave him a period of vacation.
As the evening approached, the phone finally quieted down. Wen Lang wanted to ask him what he wanted for dinner, but the phone rang again.
Wen Lang inadvertently glanced at the caller number, it was Wen Hao.
Liang Yan was also a little surprised when he saw the number. He and Wen Hao were not in the same car when the accident happened, and when they were in the hospital, none of the four resident artists showed up. Liang Yan only saw the assistants and staff around them.
Liang Yan clicked on the green circle, and put the phone to his ear: "Mr. Wen, where are you now? Are you injured?"
Wen Hao's tone was more anxious than his: "I'm fine, Yanyan, how are you?"
Liang Yan briefly talked about his situation. It was just a scratch and he had already returned to Beicheng.
Wen Hao obviously breathed a sigh of relief: "As long as you are fine, I have been worried about you, but the phone was confiscated by the manager, and it was just given to me."
Liang Yan's mental state is actually not very good. He didn't blink a glance last night, and he looked sleepy when he was talking on the phone.
Wen Lang was fine on the sidelines, grabbed his leg and put it on his own, kneading him gently to relax him.
Wen Hao chatted on the phone for a while, and his tone suddenly became serious: "Yanyan, there is a boy named Yang Ke in the group, do you remember? He is the temporary assistant that director Liu arranged for me in the first period."
His tone made Liang Yan a little uneasy: "Remember, what happened to him, was he injured?"
Wen Hao was silent for two seconds at the other end: "He was injured too badly, and the rescue was futile."
作者有话要说:感谢在2022-03-2300:01:44~2022-03-2522:03:15期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: Y.1;
Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: Y.44 bottle;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
He got on the plane at 10:30 and left the hotel at [-], Liang Yan wanted to see him off, but was turned away.
In the early morning of the next day, I joined the group and turned it on. Because it was a combination of two sessions, the recording time for this group was more than double that of the previous sessions.
Liang Yan took ten days off before and after, and it would take about a week for Wen Lang to go abroad, and the two of them returned to Beicheng at about the same time.
The theme of this issue is to promote folk culture. The program team borrowed two homestays in the scenic area for them to manage and manage. The recording process went smoothly, but there was an accident when work was finished on the last day.
After work was over, the program crew had a car accident on the way back to the city hotel from the mountaintop scenic spot.
Because it is a road around the mountain, the field of vision is limited, and a series of accidents involving multiple vehicles collided.
The accident happened at [-] o'clock in the evening, and it already dominated the hot searches and headlines on various platforms after [-] o'clock in the evening. Although the photos at the scene were coded, they still look scary.
The originally beautiful tourism capital has entered the public eye in this way.
The emergency department of the central hospital was overcrowded, and the most serious case was a minibus, which overturned and fell off a cliff during the collision, and all the people on board were seriously injured.
At the time of the incident, the car Liang Yan was traveling in was at the end of the program team. Sitting in the co-pilot, he saw the minibus rolling down into the valley with his own eyes, and his hands on his knees clenched into fists. The nails scratched the flesh of the palm.
Having personally experienced a car accident, seeing such a scene again, his internal organs roared, his body trembled uncontrollably, and his mind went blank.
He no longer remembers how he got to the hospital, because the car he was in escaped in time, and there was no serious collision. Other people in the same car, including him, only suffered from collisions and scratches.
The ward has been given over to the seriously injured, and minor bruises have been placed in corridors and temporary treatment rooms.
Other artists and guests brought assistants and other staff with them. If the injuries were not serious, they had already been picked up or transferred to other hospitals.
The only artists left in the temporary disposal room were Liang Yan and another replacement anchor.
His name is Ah Si, and he is also a game anchor. He is not yet 16 years old this year. He doesn't seem to have suffered any serious injuries, but he may have been frightened and kept wiping away tears.
The staff members of the program group were injured, and the rest were busy sending out emergency announcements and doing public relations. They were too busy and chaotic, and couldn't take care of the two of them for a while.
Liang Yan's hands and feet were still cold, but he had recovered, and his mood calmed down a little, not as nervous as before.
Looking at Ah Si, who was hugging his knees and huddled next to him, he gently squeezed his shoulder: "Where is the injury? Are there any wounds on your body that have not been treated?"
Ah Si raised his head and wiped his tears: "No, all the broken wounds have been treated, but my wrist hurts! I'm scared."
Liang Yan paused for a moment before realizing that he is a game anchor, and he revealed during the recording of the show that his ideal is to be a professional e-sports player.
If he injured his wrist and delayed the treatment, his future ideals would be ruined.
Liang Yan carefully held his wrist to check. There was no blood or scratches, but it was indeed red and swollen, especially the wrist bone, which was already swollen and deformed.
It's just that at this time, let alone a doctor, there are not even nurses who are idle.
Liang Yan scanned around but couldn't find anyone from the show crew, but Ah Si's injury couldn't be delayed like this.
Immediately helped him up: "Let's go, our other hospital."
Ah Si was young, so he had no idea about such a big thing, Liang Yan led him, and he obediently followed.
Liang Yan didn't know if he lost his cell phone in the car or somewhere else. He explained the situation to the nurse at the guidance desk, asked her to tell the program crew, and asked for the address of the orthopedic hospital.
After eight o'clock in the evening, it was not too late, Liang Yan and A Si took a taxi and went straight to the local orthopedic hospital.
In the night consultation room, I took a X-ray examination. Fortunately, there was no bone injury, only soft tissue contusion. However, due to the severe pain and other abrasions on the body, the doctor prescribed painkilling injections.
Liang Yan accompanied Ah Si to sit in the meditation room. No bone was injured and painkiller injections were given. The child's mood has stabilized and he stopped crying. He leaned obediently on the chair and glanced at Liang Yan from time to time.
Liang Yan stared blankly at a certain place in front of him. The scene he saw today overlapped with the fragments deep in his memory, which made him confused.
He went from an eyewitness to a person who experienced it firsthand.
In the rainy night where he couldn't see his fingers, he was hit and rolled violently, the pain all over his body became more and more obvious, but the breathing of his parents in his ears gradually became weaker, until he fainted, and all his emotional senses were turned into darkness.
"Brother Yan! Brother Yan!"
Liang Yan shook Ling'er suddenly, and when he came back to his senses, his eyes were still a little empty when he turned his head.
Ah Si was taken aback by his state: "Brother Yan, your complexion is very bad, why don't you also check with a doctor."
Liang Yan's complexion was indeed bad, pale and haggard, without any trace of blood, and the line on his lips could not be seen: "I'm fine, you're hungry, I'll buy you something to eat."
It was already eleven o'clock at night, since work was over at noon, until now, he and Ah Si hadn't had any water or rice, Liang Yan wanted to buy him something to eat, and take a breather by the way.
The restaurant of the hospital has long been closed, so Liang Yan can only pack at a nearby restaurant.
In the middle of the night, the hospital was so quiet that there was an echo of his feet landing on the ground. He was walking in the corridor with a lunch box. There was a sound of hurried footsteps at the corner, and then he bumped into a person head-on.
Before he could react, he felt dizzy and was pushed against the wall.
Raising his eyes, he met Wen Lang's bloodshot eyes.
Obviously, he cried.
The last time Liang Yan saw him cry was in kindergarten, and he hasn't seen him since elementary school.
Liang Yan kept staring into his eyes, his voice tightened: "Why are you here? Don't worry, I'm fine."
Wen Lang stared at him for a full minute, and finally took a deep breath, the tense muscles on his body relaxed, and all his strength was exhausted, his forehead rested on the socket of Liang Yan's shoulder, but he couldn't say a word for a long time. didn't say...
After the infusion was finished, the three of them left the hospital and returned to the hotel. Ah Si contacted his family and booked a flight back tomorrow.
Liang Yan lost his mobile phone, and he didn't have the habit of remembering the number. He wanted to ask about other people in the program group, but he couldn't find anyone to contact him. He could only use Wen Lang's mobile phone to read reports from the Internet.
But the content of the official notification is not much, just a few lines, the casualties have not been made public,
As far as the other gossip is concerned, how specific it is is that the authenticity needs to be verified, because according to Xuan Tian Xuandi on the Internet, there are not many people left in the program group.
Liang Yan was watching, when a call came in suddenly, and he handed the phone to Wen Lang.
Wen Lang didn't answer, and returned the message after hanging up.
Liang Yan kept looking at him from the sidelines: "Wen Lang, why haven't you spoken?"
From the meeting in the hospital to the hotel, Wen Lang didn't say a word.
Hearing him ask, Wen Lang looked over, frowned, and said for a long time: "I'm dumb."
The sound startled Liang Yan, he had basically lost his voice, only his rustling breath remained.
Liang Yan also looked at him, stretched out his hand to touch his side face for a while, and slowly leaned into Wen Lang's arms, leaning his side face against his chest, and said in a soft and soft voice: "Hold me .”
Wen Lang wrapped his arms around his waist, leaning his head on the top of his hair, and after a long while he struggled to utter a few words: "I'm scared to death."
He also landed in Beicheng in the evening, and when he got home, he wanted to ask Liang Yan when he would come back.
The moment he unlocked the phone and saw the news feed, he was blind for a moment, he could hear even if he couldn't see, and he fell on the sofa for a while before he could move.
The two hours of waiting at the airport seemed endless, and every time he dialed and no one answered, his heart felt cold.
Liang Yan rubbed against his arms, the tip of her nose just rubbed against his collarbone, seemingly unintentionally, but actually intentionally kissed him on the bone.
That night, neither of them slept, they hugged each other until dawn.
The next day, he met the leader of the art management team at the hotel. He was already busy, so he comforted Liang Yan copiously, and told him to go back to Beicheng first if he was not seriously injured, and arrange to listen to the announcement later.
Originally, the two of them didn't intend to stay here any longer, so Wen Lang immediately booked a plane ticket and rushed to the airport.
While waiting for the plane, Liang Yan borrowed Wen Lang's mobile phone to watch the news, and the official gave the casualty report:
Three people were seriously injured, 11 people were seriously injured, and 24 people were slightly injured.
However, the specific personnel information has not been made public. It is only revealed that the family members have been contacted and are actively dealing with the aftermath.
Back in Beicheng, Liang Yan bought a new mobile phone and added the number back.
For the whole afternoon, his mobile phone rang like a hotline, and the people around him basically saw the news, so he explained and reported his safety one by one.
Zhou Yi knew a little bit about his situation. Considering that he had experienced two such major traffic accidents in half a year, he was afraid that he would not be able to bear it, so he gave him a period of vacation.
As the evening approached, the phone finally quieted down. Wen Lang wanted to ask him what he wanted for dinner, but the phone rang again.
Wen Lang inadvertently glanced at the caller number, it was Wen Hao.
Liang Yan was also a little surprised when he saw the number. He and Wen Hao were not in the same car when the accident happened, and when they were in the hospital, none of the four resident artists showed up. Liang Yan only saw the assistants and staff around them.
Liang Yan clicked on the green circle, and put the phone to his ear: "Mr. Wen, where are you now? Are you injured?"
Wen Hao's tone was more anxious than his: "I'm fine, Yanyan, how are you?"
Liang Yan briefly talked about his situation. It was just a scratch and he had already returned to Beicheng.
Wen Hao obviously breathed a sigh of relief: "As long as you are fine, I have been worried about you, but the phone was confiscated by the manager, and it was just given to me."
Liang Yan's mental state is actually not very good. He didn't blink a glance last night, and he looked sleepy when he was talking on the phone.
Wen Lang was fine on the sidelines, grabbed his leg and put it on his own, kneading him gently to relax him.
Wen Hao chatted on the phone for a while, and his tone suddenly became serious: "Yanyan, there is a boy named Yang Ke in the group, do you remember? He is the temporary assistant that director Liu arranged for me in the first period."
His tone made Liang Yan a little uneasy: "Remember, what happened to him, was he injured?"
Wen Hao was silent for two seconds at the other end: "He was injured too badly, and the rescue was futile."
作者有话要说:感谢在2022-03-2300:01:44~2022-03-2522:03:15期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: Y.1;
Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: Y.44 bottle;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
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