heart [entertainment circle]

As expected, Martin's orchestra successfully entered the final.

The next day Martin specially called Gu Ming. The old professor was so happy that he couldn't keep his mouth shut, thanking and praising him at the same time.

However, Gu Ming didn't care about this. After he came back, he realized that Zhou Yu had been deaf for two days.

This kind of situation had never happened before. Zhou Yu curled up on the sofa every day, motionless, and he didn't like to talk when he didn't go downstairs.

Gu Ming didn't know what to do at all, and wanted to pull Zhou Yu up, but the other party just pushed him silently.

Finally, she rested her head on Gu Ming's lap and reached out to play with Gu Ming's palm.

Zhou Yu has always been in this state, not talking much, and finally spoke when he went to Donald's for regular checkups.

"I want to have an operation." Zhou Yu said.

Neither Gu Ming nor Donald could react for a moment, they were stunned for three seconds.

This short sentence has almost become the most inspiring words that Gu Ming has heard these days.

He subconsciously held Zhou Yu's hand tightly, wondering if he had auditory hallucinations.

If Zhou Yu is willing to undergo surgery, then his condition may turn around, and there may be hope of recovery...

"Just do the eustachian tube surgery you mentioned earlier." Zhou Yu looked at Donald.

Donald glanced at Gu Ming, and Gu Ming just nodded silently.

"It can be done, but his condition is not as good as it was a month ago." Donald said, "The degree of opening of his eustachian tube is quite serious now. The old operation plan must not be used. Further detailed discussion on the operation is required."

Gu Ming was silent for a while before asking: "After the operation, what is the possibility of recovery?"

"Don't worry, our hospital's technology and equipment for treating Eustachian tube diseases can be said to be the most advanced in the world—" Donald stroked the pen in his hand.

"How much?" Gu Ming asked again.

"…forty." Donald sighed.

Gu Ming didn't speak any more, he was not satisfied with the value that was not even more than half, but he had no other choice right now.

"Next, we need to hold a meeting to discuss the specific surgical plan. When the plan is finalized, we will contact you as soon as possible." Donald said, "It should be a day or two."

The efficiency of this hospital is quite high. Within three days, Donald arranged for Zhou Yu to be hospitalized for a pre-operative examination.

I live in that kind of independent single room, there is no medical equipment everywhere, and the layout looks no different from ordinary rooms.

Zhou Yu was sent to check the orders early in the morning, and when he came back at noon, he was so tired that he went straight to the bed.

Gu Ming frowned, stretched out his hand to pull his collar, and wrote four large characters in his sketchbook: get up and eat.

"Let me lie down for a while, I'm exhausted." Zhou Yu lay down, his waist slowly sinking on the bed, "Ah..."

Gu Ming shivered, turned a page and wrote again: Don't yell.

Zhou Yu turned his head to look at him, and laughed: "What nonsense?"

Gu Ming ignored him and got up to pour water.

"Gu Gu," Zhou Yu's arm hung from the edge of the bed, shook it, and asked quietly: "When I get better, are you happy with me?"

Gu Ming almost spilled the water, put the cup on the table, touched the sketchbook: we will talk when you are well.

"We haven't been happy for a long time," Zhou Yu lazily turned over, and looked at Gu Ming with his neck slightly raised: "Everyone thinks that Gu Gu is cold and fierce, but I only know that Gu Gu is actually a big, warm person. ,male…"

"Your uncle." Gu Ming knew what he wanted to say next.

No, it's big and warm.

Gu Ming's face became hot, and he was about to cover Zhou Yu's mouth halfway up the bed. Zhou Yu said half of what he said, and it turned into a sob in Gu Ming's hand.

At this time, the door of the ward was opened.

The sob was successfully transmitted, and the two people who barged in without knocking were taken aback for a moment.

"Excuse me!" Wu Changguang covered Niu Xin's eyes with one hand, and was about to leave after closing the door.

Gu Ming immediately let go, Zhou Yu turned over and got up from the bed, shouting: "Come back!"

After a long while, Wu Changguang smiled and pulled Niu Xin back to the door: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to be here at noon..."

"Two weeks are so hungry and thirsty." Niu Xin sighed.

Zhou Yu got off the bed very upset: "I was shocked when you came."

Wu Changguang took off his sunglasses, came over to shake hands with Gu Ming, turned his head and said, "You don't pay attention to domestic entertainment at all now? I'm here to film a movie, and I'll take a look at you by the way. Hey, you guys are really biased here." , I turned around on the road for a long time, but no one recognized me..."

"He can't hear now." Gu Ming said.

"Ah..." Wu Changguang was stunned and frowned, "When is the surgery?"

"Ten o'clock tomorrow morning." Gu Ming said.

Wu Changguang nodded: "Niu Xin and I live near here tonight, and we will come over tomorrow."

"You?" Gu Ming glanced at them.

"Of course they have their own room! What the hell are you thinking?" Wu Changguang came to his senses in a second.

"Actually, it's okay to share a room with you," Niu Xin gave him a sideways glance, "After all, you can be my father at that age."

Wu Changguang, who was only in his early thirties this year, felt aggrieved, and then began to growl: "Men are all beasts! Do you understand beasts!"

The two of them talked to themselves, and the ward suddenly became lively.

Zhou Yuren sat back on the edge of the bed. Although he couldn't hear or talk, he could clearly see that he hadn't seen his old friend for a long time, and he was in a good mood now.

Gu Ming picked up the sketchbook again, turned back to the page where he wrote "get up and eat", and pointed at Zhou Yu.

"What's this?" Wu Changguang leaned his head over and took a look, "Hey, I'll write one too, come here, little Gu, Uncle Wu will sign for you..."

Zhou Yu quickly took the sketchbook away with one hand: "It's mine and Gu Gu's. If you have something to say, write it on your phone. If you have nothing to say, go back."

"Damn." Wu Changguang smiled.

"Don't you understand? You don't deserve a name here." Niu Xin squinted at him.

Zhou Yu wanted to laugh, but finally reached out and wrapped his arms around Gu Ming's waist, buried his face in Gu Ming's chest and smiled quietly.

"Tut tsk tsk." Wu Changguang and Niu Xin looked over together.

Gu Ming didn't care at the moment, he just reached out and rubbed Zhou Yu's hair before lifting him up.

This person was used to hanging out with friends before, so he must have been somewhat lonely these past few months.

"It's all here, let's have a meal together, I invite you." Gu Ming said.

Although Zhou Yu is hospitalized now, he is still very free. The four of them went out to choose a suitable restaurant to eat together at noon. After eating, Niu Xin and Wu Changguang specially compiled a notebook for talking with Zhou Yu.

In the afternoon Donald came over and called Gu Ming away alone, and explained in detail the procedures and precautions for tomorrow's surgery.

"Just take it easy, it's just a minor operation." Donald concluded, "Let him rest early tonight, and he still needs general anesthesia tomorrow."

"Thank you, thank you for your hard work." Gu Ming nodded.

"You too." Donald smiled, "You also have your own job or something, it's not easy to accompany him here."

"If it was me who was sick, he would do the same." Gu Ming said.

"That's great," Donald said, "I wish you all the best."

Gu Ming walked out of Donald's consulting room, and walked slowly to the garden behind the hospital building without rushing back to the ward.

The weather is fine, and he earnestly hopes that everything will turn out well.

The more he expected a good result, the more nervous he felt. He reckoned that he would not be able to sleep tonight.

Gu Ming went around the garden, and just calmed down a bit, when he suddenly saw a man who looked like Martin in the corridor.

"Gu Ming!" It was really Martin.

Gu Ming stood still, unexpectedly, Martin came over to see Zhou Yu's surgery.

"Why is there no one answering your cell phone? It took me a long time to find the ward..." Martin's forehead was sweating.

"I left my mobile phone in the ward." Gu Ming said.

"Zhou Yu looks quite energetic, and I hope the operation will have a good result." Martin said, "I came to see you by the way. The children in the orchestra have been pestering me for a long time. Ask me if you will write them for the finals. song…"

"Let's talk about it after the surgery," Gu Ming looked at him, "You didn't come here just for this, did you?"

If it's just about composing, Martin doesn't need to rush here from the inpatient building to find him.

"It's still a good thing that you're smart," Martin said.

To be honest, Gu Ming was already a little afraid of the so-called "good things" in Martin's mouth.

"Didn't I mention Leo to you before? Today he suddenly called me and said he wanted to ask you out for dinner... Ah, he said it, it doesn't matter if we don't cooperate. Anyway, he wants to get to know you and introduce you to other people. …" Martin rattles off at the pace of his lectures.

"What other people?" Gu Ming frowned.

"Leo will hold the annual music salon tomorrow, and many famous people in the music industry will come." Martin stroked his beard, "It seems that several judges from the preliminary round will also come, and they are all very interested in you .”

"Thank you, Professor." Gu Ming sighed, "You know that Zhou Yu will have surgery tomorrow, do you think I will go?"

"Oh, what are you in a hurry for? The salon is open all day." Martin said, "Of course I know you're worried about Zhou Yu, so it won't be too late to go after the surgery."

Gu Ming frowned, the music salon was indeed a huge temptation.

"Gu Ming, people should know how to seize opportunities." Martin looked at him, "I always thought it was a pity that you dropped out of school in the middle of the year. Now that you choose to take the music path, I also want to support you and don't want you to miss it. opportunities for development."

"I know." Gu Ming was quite confused.

The annual music salon can be arranged on any day, but tomorrow is chosen.

"Zhou Yu also said that no matter where you develop in the future, these are contacts." Martin said.

"You still told him?" Gu Ming asked.

"Say it, I couldn't reach you just now, so I had to Skype him. I asked him to tell you, but I didn't expect to meet you here..." Martin didn't realize it, "What a wonderful thing Ah, he must be happy for you, too."

"I shouldn't have told him about this." Gu Ming said.

"Huh? Why?" Martin was surprised.

"It's nothing," Gu Ming thought for a while, "I'll wait until the surgery is over tomorrow and Zhou Yu's condition is stable."

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