His Overlord Omega

There is heavy snowfall, the vast snow field, and the army is returning to the court.

This is a war unprecedented in history.

Both sides in the war mobilized hundreds of thousands of troops and horses. After eight years of bitter fighting, blood flowed into rivers and tens of thousands of hectares of fertile land were turned into scorched earth.

This war was very tragic. When the battle was in turmoil, the sky changed color. The blood-red setting sun tore the sky, the piercing north wind howled until it roared, and the heavy snow covered countless dead bodies.

Such a fierce war, the reason why it can be remembered through the ages is actually...

Zero casualties!

Yes, whether it is our army or the enemy army, everyone who participated in the war in the end came back alive.

I have to say, this is really a miracle.

The end of the war ended with the surrender of the Huns.

The two parties concluded a contract, agreeing to a hundred years of peace and no more wars.

It is indeed a great miracle.

The army marched for more than ten days and returned in triumph.

How many people went there, and how many people came back.

It was welcomed by the crowd.

When Song Yang came back, the first thing he did was to find Zhang Han.

After so long, Han Han gave birth to the child?

When he was walking in the palace, he suddenly heard a loud noise.

Boom!

what sound?Song Yang frowned.

Hearing the voice, it seemed to be coming from Ha|Toad Palace.

Anyway, you have to check it out first.

Song Yang picked up the wind and quickened his pace.

Boom, boom, boom...

I don't know why, but when he walked there, Song Yang's heart fluttered and jumped a little fast.

When he was commanding the battle on the battlefield, when facing the rain of knives, frost and arrows, when the tip of the knife almost scratched his throat, his heartbeat never beat so fast.

In the dark, he seemed to hear his Han Han exchanging himself.

Boom!

Another sound.

Several jackdaws were startled.

This kind of voice is chilling, it sounds like...

Holding a person's head, the sound of a bell ringing abruptly.

Song Yang's heart was beating fast.

He started running, and he didn't even have time to take off his red-tasseled armor.

He ran like a gust of wind across the earth.

After turning the last corner, the scene in front of him shocked him.

Toad Palace collapsed before his eyes.

For some reason, there was a voice in his heart telling him, the person you love the most.

dying.

Song Yang didn't even think about it, and rushed in with layers of smoke and dust.

Bricks and shingles fell around him.

In a trance, Song Yang seemed to see the figure that made him daydream and linger in his soul.

A huge beam of wood was thrown down towards Zhang Han in a daze!

"Hanhan be careful!" Song Yang's roar shook the sky and the earth.

He seemed to see his Hanhan turning his head back and smiling at himself.

At the critical moment, Song Yangfei jumped up and used his own flesh and blood to help Zhang Han block the beam, and firmly protected Zhang Han under his body.

……

Under the heavy burial of bricks and rubble, Zhang Han only felt that he was tightly protected by a person, and Zhang Han felt that there seemed to be a warm current flowing on his back.

Zhang Han felt a little flustered, and his heart was beating extremely fast.

"Song Yang, is that you?"

In the darkness, Zhang Han asked with trembling voice.

All that responded to him was endless silence.

Zhang Han was terrified.

"Song Yang? Is that you, Song Yang? Are you... all right? Answer me, don't scare me."

Zhang Han tried his best to get up and see the appearance of the person behind him.

However, he was too tightly pressed by the weight, and he couldn't get up no matter what.

Could it be that Song Yang rushed in to protect himself?

So, how is Song Yang doing now?

He didn't answer himself, and it was such a heavy wood that fell down again, could it be...?

A kind of extreme sorrow and despair that had never been seen in Zhang Han's heart.

Nothing will happen to him, right?

"Song Yang, is that you?"

"is it you?"

"Song Yang..."

Zhang Han didn't know how long he shouted until his voice was hoarse and hoarse.

He finally fell into a drowsy sleep.

……

After Zhang Han woke up, he found himself lying safely in his palace.

He stretched out his hand, but he didn't even have any strength in his body.

His throat was so sore that it took him several tries to make a hoarse sound.

The voice almost didn't even recognize his own.

"Song Yang", he shouted.

After shouting several times, only one person ran over in a panic.

Zhang Han struggled to open his eyes wide, and the person in front of him finally became clear after several phantoms.

It's blue silk.

He was dressed in white, and his eyes were red and swollen from crying. Seeing that Zhang Han had woken up, he quickly knelt down and said, "Mother, you finally woke up. The imperial doctors all say you, all say you..."

His voice was sobbing, but in the end he only spoke half of the words, and did not finish.

Zhang Han didn't care to listen to what he said, there was a voice in his heart that almost made him scratch his heart and lungs.

Zhang Han forced himself to ask: "Qingsi, Your Majesty, has your Majesty returned from the battlefield?"

"Niang Niang..." Qing Si burst into tears, shaking her head, clenching her teeth and refusing to speak.

"What's the matter, why are you crying, tell me quickly!" Zhang Han was in a hurry, enduring the severe pain and urging.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty... has passed away." Qing Si burst into tears like rain.

"What did you say!" Zhang Han's pupils constricted suddenly, his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and his hands clenched the bed sheet tightly like eagle claws.

"I don't believe it, say it again!" Zhang Han roared almost with the power of his life.

He never thought that a person could make such a loud roar when he was desperate and sad.

Qingsi choked up until she was almost silent: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, he passed away."

Zhang Han seemed to be going crazy, struggling to get up, "I don't believe it, take me to see him quickly, take me to see him quickly."

Qingsi quickly pressed Zhang Han and said: "Your Majesty, you have been in a coma for a long time, and you just woke up. Your current body really can't get out of bed, Madam."

Where did Zhang Han care so much, he got up immediately, even Qingsi couldn't stop him.

Zhang Han stood up staggeringly, almost coughing up blood, Qingsi hurried up to support Zhang Han.

The two walked out against the heavy snow, leaving a row of footprints on the flat snow.

Qingsi frowned and reminded: "Your Majesty, Xueda, let this servant take you back to add another layer of clothes."

Zhang Han shook his head, did not agree, and continued walking forward with a frown.

Today happened to be the day of the emperor's great funeral, and Zhang Han happened to bump into this scene.

Zhang Han didn't even have time to brush off the snow from his body, so he knelt down in front of Song Yang's spirit.

The person lying in the coffin is really Song Yang.

Zhang Han's trembling hand gently brushed Song Yang's still handsome cheek.

It was really Song Yang, Zhang Han was in despair.

He looked as if he was asleep, smooth and quiet.

The difference is that his body is cold and his face is cold and pale.

Although he had already reminded himself thousands of times in his heart that death in this world is not real death, when he saw Song Yang's body, intense grief still occupied his entire psychological space.

This kind of grief was so great that Zhang Han thought that his psychological endurance was strong enough, but he was crushed by this kind of grief almost instantly.

When people are at their most desperate, they can't even breathe.

The Song Yang in front of him was still the same Song Yang, but his heart would no longer beat, he could no longer exhale warm or hot breath, his life was frozen forever.

In a trance, Zhang Han seemed to see Song Yang standing up and smiling at himself, that smile was hearty and warm.He said to himself: "Hanhan, I'm back, I really miss you."

Zhang Han seemed to see Song Yang and himself in the past.

He was physically weak, and he carried himself up to the 108th floor; during military training, he lost blood and fell, and it was he who saved himself from the crowd.

He seemed to see the blood dripping from Song Yang's heart, and he still insisted on driving the helicopter to cover him; In the heavy snow all over the sky, Song Yang carried his injured self on his back and walked in the ice and snow...

Then, the picture freezes, the self on the snow disappears, time flies backwards, Song Yang becomes smaller little by little, from an adult with broad shoulders and narrow waist, to a slender young man, and finally, becomes the old man That skinny little boy.

The little boy was lying alone on the snowy ground, he raised his head upwards, staring at the brightest star in the sky full of stars, his eyes were extremely pious.

"Hanhan..." The young man smiled and said to himself, the young man's smile was clean and clear, even after 12 years, it was still shining brightly in Zhang Han's mind.

"Hanhan!" In the heavy snow, the boy stretched out his hand and made a gesture of embracing the sky.

"Hanhan..." the young man muttered, his voice full of disappointment.

A drop of tear meandered down the corner of the boy's reddened eye, and hung on the boy's thin and handsome face.

"Hanhan, I miss you so much, in this life... can I play with you again?"

Almost instantly, Zhang Han's emotions were completely defeated, and he cried heart-piercingly, tears pouring down like rain.

"Song Yang, come back to life! Song Yang!"

Zhang Han slapped the coffin and shouted hysterically.

"Song Yang, I'm sorry. I have owed you too much for so many years. When you wake up, I will use my whole life to make up for you, okay?"

Zhang Han broke down in tears.

"Your Majesty, the emperor has collapsed, but you have to mourn and take care of your own body, Your Majesty."

Several subordinates rushed up and held back the concubine Xiang who kept beating the coffin.

"Quick, Concubine Xiang's mind is unstable, don't be terribly sad, quickly help Concubine Xiang go back to rest!"

Zhang Han was held by their arms and wanted to take Song Yang away.

Zhang Han was so sad that he was almost crazy. He screamed desperately: "Where are you taking me? Don't separate me and Song Yang!"

Zhang Han struggled desperately, he couldn't accept that Song Yang was getting away from him bit by bit.

Of course, the servants would not listen to his crazy words, and they grabbed Zhang Han's hand even tighter, almost pulling it forcefully.

Zhang Han was too weak to struggle, and was about to be dragged out of the hall by them.

Zhang Han bit down on the hand of the servant who was holding him. With all his strength, Zhang Han almost felt that his teeth were sore.

"Ah!" With a scream, the servant who was bitten jumped up tremblingly, shaking his hands vigorously.

The other servants were all taken aback by the sudden change, and they unintentionally let go of the concubine Xiang.

At that gap, Zhang Han rushed out like an arrow from the string, and by the time the servants realized it, it was too late.

Boom!

A muffled sound pierced through the entire hall, and the hall has been extremely silent.

When everyone reacted, they were all stunned.

The concubine Xiangfei committed suicide by touching the coffin!

Ran Ran's blood poured in, Zhang Han's vision became more and more blurred, and the severe pain almost made him lose all consciousness.

With the last breath of his life, he dragged his broken body up, and gently kissed Song Yang's lips.

"Honey, I'm sorry I'm late..."

With a smile on the corner of Zhang Han's mouth, he slowly closed his eyes.

……

The spirit of the Empress Xiangfei's death for the late Emperor moved all the aristocratic families, and the Empress Xiangfei made an exception and was buried with the late Emperor.

The current emperor is the child of Zhang Han and Song Yang.

The child doesn't know anything yet, but fortunately, Song Yang has a large number of officials who support him, and they will help the little emperor to achieve his career.

As for collaborating with the enemy and treason, which indirectly led to the collapse of the first emperor, the most heinous concubine, he was punished by the nine clans.

And his child, the third prince, was demoted to be a commoner and would never be allowed to enter the palace.

……

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Han was awakened by a loud noise.

"I heard that Zhang Han and Song Yang showed signs of waking up after being in a coma for a long time. Is this true?"

"Hi, I'm xx magazine, may I go in and interview the two prospective movie stars?"

"Hello, since the two prospective film stars have woken up, can we conduct an interview now?"

The sound of the nurse's high-heeled shoes came to Zhang Han's ears. The nurse pushed away a group of reporters who were tightly surrounding the door of the ward, and said loudly:

"I'm sorry, although our two movie kings-to-be have shown signs of waking up, but they are not fully awake now, and they still need to be taken care of. For the health of the two movie stars-to-be, please don't disturb them, thank you all."

Zhang Han opened his eyes, turned his head laboriously, and looked around.

This is a deluxe single ward with noble and elegant surroundings.

Zhang Han tried to stretch out his hand, but he had no strength at all.

The memory slowly revived in Zhang Han's mind, and Zhang Han felt a headache and doubts from the sad memory.

So, now, have I traveled back to the real world?

"System, system?" Zhang Han asked.

The system doesn't show up.

From this point of view, he may have really traveled back to the real world.

So Song Yang, will he be able to come back?

Thinking of this, Zhang Han couldn't help feeling a little excited.

He struggled to get up, but was tortured by the pain in his body and groaned.

Unable to care so much, Zhang Han endured the severe pain, stood up, and pulled out the infusion tube inserted in his hand.

Zhang Han stood up staggeringly, and every step he took felt a piercing pain. He gritted his teeth and walked step by step.

When passing by the private bathroom in the ward, Zhang Han glanced at the large hanging mirror.

The self in the mirror has returned to its original body.

Zhang Han was a little surprised, but if he thought about it carefully, it was reasonable.

It's just that, compared to the self before the accident, the current self is much thinner, with slightly sunken cheeks, a sickly white skin, and an untrimmed beard, which looks a bit sloppy.

However, he knew that even if he went out like this, he could still fascinate a lot of little girls.

Ignoring these thoughts, Zhang Han pushed open the door of the ward and walked out.

Seeing Zhang Han coming out, the group of reporters who had just calmed down suddenly exploded again.

Among them, several female reporters screamed and passed out when they saw the movie star-to-be "resurrected from the dead".

Quite lack of professionalism!

The reporters blocked Zhang Han in an instant, and a bunch of microphones were stretched out in front of Zhang Han like a hail of bullets.

"What do you think of the rest of your life after this catastrophe?"

"The rumors say that you survived under such dangerous conditions because you have always been enthusiastic about public welfare, and good people are rewarded with good rewards. Do you personally think there is any connection between the two?"

"The rest of my life, may I ask who is the person you most want to see now, and what is the thing you most want to say?"

"It is rumored that you care about your personal makeup the most, so today you are wearing a hospital gown, may I ask if this is a new fashion?"

"Excuse me……?"

"Excuse me……?"

The writers of the major media kept asking, for fear that they would be left behind by others.

None of them noticed that Zhang Han's complexion was not very good at the moment.

In fact, Zhang Han didn't listen to all the questions they asked.

There was only one voice hovering in his mind, where is Song Yang?What about Song Yang?

He grabbed the hand of the little nurse next to him, and asked her almost in a daze, "Where's Song Yang? Where's Song Yang?"

"Is he alive, why can't I find him?"

The little nurse was taken aback, "You, what are you talking about? You just woke up, and you are not fit to get out of bed. Please calm down..."

Zhang Han was in a hurry, he just wanted to see Song Yang immediately, but the nurse didn't tell him, and insisted on letting him lie on the bed peacefully.

Zhang Han repeated again and again, "Where is Song Yang? I'm going to see him, please take me to see him."

The nurse narrowed her eyes, "Who?"

The more anxious Zhang Han became, the more he couldn't explain clearly, "Song Yang is the emperor, you don't even know the emperor?"

"Shangguan Huang, Shangguan Huang, you always know, right?"

The shivering little nurse: What are you talking about?Are you stupid or am I stupid?Why can't I understand anything you're saying?

The reporters on the side caught the excited expression of breaking the news, and secretly recorded this paragraph into a video.

"Shocked! Zhang Han, the actor-to-be, seems to have had his brain smashed and turned into a fool!"

"Shocked, Zhang Han, the movie star-to-be, went to look for Song Yangang, who is also the movie star-to-be, as soon as he woke up. What is his intention? Concern or assassination?"

"Shocking news, Zhang Han has no more love for Song Yang!"

"Live performance at Zhang Han Hospital for mental |spirit | illness, superb acting skills to beat all the little fresh meat!"

This series of topics, within a few minutes, maxed out Weibo.

And Zhang Han's crazy performance was regarded by fans as Zhang Han's superb acting skills, which set off a wave of rainbow fart carnival.

Only then did the little nurse realize that the Song Yang that Mr. Zhang Han mentioned was Song Yang, the movie star-to-be who was sent to the hospital with him before?

Zhang Han almost collapsed, covering his head and calling Song Yang's name over and over again.

Fans who watched the live broadcast: "Wow! Look at the god-level acting skills of our Emperor Han, the mental | mental illness in the performance is so realistic, I almost think he is really a mental illness."

The little nurse couldn't laugh or cry when she saw a super handsome man squatting on the ground holding his head in pain.

I have to say that Zhang Han, who has always played the domineering president, suddenly became so fragile, and he really has a different and exciting charm.

The little nurse quickly said, "Hey, don't cry, my sister will take you to find Song Yang, okay?"

Zhang Han raised his head, his eyes were shining brightly, "Really?"

Fans watching the live broadcast: "Look at this acting, it's so pitiful, it doesn't look like it's the domineering president before!"

"It seems that Emperor Han of our family must be planning to make a transformation, from a domineering president to a more multi-faceted drama, we should be happy for him!"

The little nurse led Zhang Han, and Zhang Han followed closely behind the little nurse.

The little nurse pushed aside the crowd and said, "Everyone, please let me go, thank you."

The reporters from those media, after capturing the so-called revelations, mostly gave way with satisfaction.

I don't know how long I walked, but the hospital is quite big anyway, and Zhang Han felt like he was going to faint.

Only then did he reach the door of Song Yang's ward.

The little nurse told the nurse on duty in Song Yang's ward about the situation, and the nurse on duty agreed to Zhang Han's visit.

Zhang Han thanked the little nurse and was about to go in to find Song Yang.

The moment he unscrewed the doorknob, Zhang Han's heart jumped again.

This door will almost decide the fate of two people.

Zhang Han didn't know Song Yang's situation, could he wake up?

Every time he took a step closer, his heart beat faster.

The so-called closer to the hometown is more timid, and I dare not ask people who come, probably this is what I mean.

Zhang Han took a deep breath and unscrewed the doorknob of Song Yang's ward door.

The ward was very large, with only one bed, covered with a white quilt covering a person.

Zhang Han approached, and the person in front of him was Song Yang.

Zhang Han saw something, and suddenly, he trembled involuntarily all over.

Song Yang's face was disfigured.

It was probably because the chandelier was dropped, and there were several shocking scratches on Song Yang's originally handsome face.

The scratches were quite deep, and Zhang Han knew in his heart that with the current plastic surgery technology, it was almost impossible to restore the original appearance with this degree of disfigurement.

Even, whether Song Yang can continue to hang out in the entertainment industry in the future is a big problem.

Little by little, Zhang Han knelt beside Song Yang's bed, his head drooped, and his shoulders shrugged.

When he looked up, he was in tears.

He rushed to the bathroom and washed all the tears off his face.

No matter what, he must be strong. Now that Song Yang has encountered such a thing, his sky has collapsed, and he has to use his body to carry the sky for Song Yang and protect him from danger.

In the past, Song Yang was protecting him, Zhang Han thought, he should protect Song Yang himself in the future.

He cleaned out all the small mirrors in the bathroom, smashed the big mirror, and threw all the debris out.

He can't make Song Yang look in the mirror.

Although paper cannot contain fire after all, Song Yang will know the fact that he has been disfigured sooner or later.

But Zhang Han thought, it would be a day if he could hide it for a day.

If Song Yang can be carefree for a day, he will make him happy for a day.

Zhang Han walked to Song Yang's bed again, but Song Yang hadn't woken up yet.

Zhang Han's hand gently stroked the shocking scar on Song Yang's face, and he shivered involuntarily.

I find it hard to accept it, but what about Song Yang?

No matter how close two people are, it is impossible to fully empathize with each other's emotions.

Song Yang is so strong, and he was born in a poor family. He has endured a lot of hardships to achieve today's achievements.

Zhang Han really couldn't imagine how Song Yang would feel when he found out that everything he had worked so hard for had come to naught.

Zhang Han's heart sank heavily.

"Song Yang..." Zhang Han gently tapped Song Yang's hospital bed with his white and slender fingers, chanting Song Yang's name.

"Song Yang, wake up quickly. When you wake up, I will cook for you and I will earn money to support the family, okay?"

"I want to give you a wedding, go to any place you want to go, I will personally...bring you a ring that belongs to the two of us."

As Zhang Han spoke, his face blushed involuntarily.

"When you wake up, I will take care of you. I promise, I will make up for what you have lost over the years."

"I want, I want to spoil you as a carefree child."

"Look, I treat you so well, can you wake up soon?" Zhang Han begged.

Song Yang was wearing a breathing mask, his face was cold, and he still didn't respond at all.

"You, if you can't come, I don't want you..." Zhang Han leaned against Song Yang's bedside, muttering to himself.

At this time, Song Yang's nurse on duty came in, "Hello, sir, the visiting time is up, and the patient needs to rest. If you want to come, you can come back tomorrow."

No matter how reluctant Zhang Han was, he also knew that he had to respect nurses.

After all, the nurse is taking care of Song Yang now, and he has to respect her.

Zhang Han stood up, even though his tall figure was thin, he was still extremely perfect.

The nurse was dumbfounded.

Zhang Han took the nurse to the corridor and said something to the nurse.

Zhang Han: "He looks like this, when will he wake up?"

The nurse said politely: "Hi sir, it's like this. Our hospital can't judge when Mr. Song Yang will wake up now, but please understand that we will do our best to treat Mr. Song Yang."

Zhang Han nodded and said: "Well, I understand, thank you for your hard work. I want to ask, is there any way to help him wake up?"

The nurse replied: "Of course there is a solution. For Mr. Song Yang's situation, our hospital advocates that if the person Mr. Song Yang cares about the most can spend more time with him and talk to him, the treatment of the disease will be better. It will be of great help."

Zhang Han rubbed his chin, the hard stubble was a bit irritating.

He thought to himself, the person Song Yang cared about the most was himself.

Zhang Han took a deep breath, and within a few seconds, he made a major decision.

A decision that concerns his entire career.

Zhang Han asked: "You just said that it's time for my visit, and you also said that the company of his closest people would be good for his treatment. Do you divide visits?"

The nurse smiled, thinking that this man is handsome, he is so serious in his words and actions, and can find such details, and immediately felt that he should look for such a boyfriend in the future.

The nurse explained: "Hello, sir, it is like this. The regulations of our hospital are that the family members of the patient can always stay in the ward without affecting our treatment of the patient, but as a friend like you For those who come to visit, the visiting time is only 10 minutes a day."

Zhang Han had his hips akimbo, and the way he was thinking quietly made the nurse unable to turn his eyes.

Zhang Han said: "Oh, so that's what happened."

Zhang Han said again: "I am his family, can I accompany the bed?"

"Huh?" The nurse was surprised.Zhang Han is so famous, she naturally knows it.

Why have I never heard of the relationship between these two big stars?

The nurse asked, "Then what is the relationship between the two of you?"

Zhang Han blurted out: "I am his husband, can I accompany the bed?"

"What?" The nurse subconsciously took half a step back and took a breath.

There is too much information, she needs to take a break.

The nurse pointed to Zhang Han, then pointed to the direction of Song Yang's ward, hesitated, and finally asked: "You just said, you are his husband? Husband wife. Is that husband?"

Zhang Han nodded, and said in a very affirmative tone: "Why, is there any problem?"

The nurse took a deep breath, patted her chest, and then reluctantly accepted this cruel reality.

It seems that handsome men have been digested internally, and I should not think about such handsome men who are destined not to belong to me in the future.

However, it is still hard to accept this fact, the nurse thought sadly.

Zhang Han didn't care what the nurse was thinking, all he cared about was Song Yang.

He asked: "So, can I accompany the bed now?"

Zhang Han's voice was a little hoarse as if he had been bedridden for a long time, but it was also extremely magnetic, and he sounded like he wanted to trick someone.

The nurse's heart fluttered when she heard it, but she felt quite regretful.

She had no choice but to show a reluctant but polite smile, and said, "In this case, of course it's okay."

Zhang Han hummed, turned around and entered the ward, and went with Song Yang.

Only the nurse was left shivering in place.

Did I get a shocking revelation, huh?

Zhang Han went in and massaged Song Yangzai's body carefully. He had heard that it would be good for the patient's recovery.

Song Yang guessed that he hadn't taken a bath since he fell into a coma. Zhang Han fetched a basin of warm water, soaked the towel, and wiped Song Yang's body.

When he wiped down to the waist, Zhang Han hesitated for a while, then locked the door of the ward, drew the curtains tightly, and after making sure that there were no cameras in the ward, he helped Song Yang wipe it clean.

Zhang Han didn't hold back when wiping his waist down. He used to be a clean freak, and now he didn't care that Song Yang hadn't showered for so many days. for a moment.

I like him so much, even if he didn't take a bath, I still like him, Zhang Han thought.

Zhang Han thought for no reason, if Song Yang couldn't wake up in the future and kept lying like this, he must accompany him for the rest of his life.

Being able to look at him like this is already my greatest happiness.

He always thought that Song Yang loved him more. For this reason, he always felt that he owed Song Yang. It wasn't until today that he realized that he loved Song Yang so deeply, but he didn't even know it.

Unknowingly, Song Yang's meaning to him was like air - usually he didn't feel it very much, but when he was about to lose it, Zhang Han suddenly realized that without Song Yang, he even had the courage to live. All gone.

After cleaning Song Yang's body, Zhang Han went to the balcony, closed the door between the balcony and the ward, and lit a cigarette.

He took a puff, suddenly thought of something, and put out the cigarette resentfully.

Song Yang said that smoking is not good, I hope he will not smoke.

What Song Yang said, Zhang Han didn't take it very seriously before.

But it's different now. If Song Yang can't wake up in the future, then every word Song Yang said will become the most precious memory that supports Zhang Han's life.

So, quit smoking in the future.

It is true that quitting smoking is difficult, but the one that is even more difficult is Song Yang.

When Zhang Han was about to go back to the ward, he received a call from his manager.

The manager said: "Now everyone has heard the news of your waking up. I have arranged a meeting for you this afternoon. Do you want to attend to appease the fans? By the way, you can also participate in the competition for actor in, gain the upper hand"

Zhang Han thought for a while and replied "OK".

He knew it was time to make a decision.

In the afternoon, Zhang Han came out on time. He took good care of himself. Although he was still a little sick, he was almost wholehearted.

It's like stars covered with a layer of gray, even so, it can't hide their dazzling light at all.

As soon as Zhang Han came out, the fans in the audience roared.

After the applause completely died down, Zhang Han picked up the microphone. First, he thanked everyone for their support, and said that his body is fine now.

Then, word by word, he said very seriously: "I announce that I will withdraw from the selection of this year's best actor."

In an instant, the audience fell silent.

Silence, deathly silence.

Everyone obviously couldn't believe it.

But what Zhang Han said next, not only made the fans unbelievable, but also made them doubt life.

Zhang Han said: "I announce that starting today, I will quit the romance circle."

I don't know how long it took before the audience became restless again, and many fans fell into a coma after hearing it.

The agent quickly ran up to the stage, grabbed his microphone and said, "I'm really sorry, our prospective actor has just woken up, and it's not clear here." He pointed to his head, and the meaning was obvious.

"Please don't take what he just said to heart."

Zhang Han repeated lightly, "I'm serious, I announce that I will withdraw from the showbiz indefinitely."

The agent asked in a low voice: "Zhang Han, you are crazy, you took the wrong medicine this morning."

Zhang Han ignored him, turned around and left.

I only left me pitifully waiting for my manager to stand there in a daze.

Zhang Han's decision was made after careful consideration.

Song Yang can't wake up now, he needs to be by his side often, but the work of an actor is very busy, between the two, he is destined to make a choice.

When Song Yang woke up later and found himself disfigured, he would definitely find it difficult to accept it. When he was most helpless, he should always be by his side, take care of him, and care for him.

Zhang Han's final choice was to give up his career in exchange for the meeting with Song Yang.

Song Yang could even give up his life for himself, so what does it matter if he gave up his career for him.

Zhang Han went back to the hospital. He discussed with the hospital and hoped to take Song Yang to his home for treatment.

The hospital approved it. With Zhang Han's accumulated financial resources over the years, Song Yang can take care of a top private doctor, and it is not a big problem to treat him at home.

Zhang Han's home is a three-story villa surrounded by mountains and sea.

One side of the first floor is connected to the road, so it is very convenient to travel.

On the other side of the first floor is a small courtyard full of flowers.

Open the gate of the small courtyard, and you will see the endless sea.

Zhang Han bought this beach, and the nearby green hills and beaches are all owned by Zhang Han, so there is no need to worry about people coming to disturb him.

Zhang Han pushed Song Yang who was sleeping soundly, and showed him their new home.

When he got to the beach, it was inconvenient to walk in a wheelchair, so Zhang Han put Song Yang on his back and walked on the beach barefoot.

Song Yang was a little taller than Zhang Han, and Zhang Han felt a bit heavy carrying Song Yang on his back.

But it's okay, after all, Zhang Han's height of 1.8 meters [-] and his eight-pack abs are not covered.

The sea breeze is blowing, which is quite cool.

Zhang Han joked to Song Yang: "Hmph, you probably dislike our new home, so you don't want to wake up."

He turned his head, smiled and pinched the tip of Song Yang's nose, "After all, you are a person who has lived in thousands of villas."

Zhang Han felt a little uncomfortable again, and said: "I'm sorry, I don't work now,