The stretcher truck was passing quickly in the first aid passage. The doctor in front ran, checking Zhong Jiuyin's eyelids while asking Qian Yu who was panicking behind him.
But Qian Yu didn't know much, so he could only hurriedly tell me about Zhong Jiuyin's previous depression and suicide, speculating that this was a stress response from the brain that was stimulated.
The doctor said nothing else and pushed the person into the emergency room.
Qian Yu and his two men were stopped outside, and he was lying on the door to try to look inside.
The second urged him: "I can't see."
"I know I know! I just need to do something to calm myself down."
Qian Yu took a few steps back, and was sweating profusely in the middle of winter. He swallowed his saliva and turned around and walked a few steps with his waist. His swear words were about to blurt out, but he didn't know how to vent it. He stood in this quiet hospital
The sound in the channel must be lowered a little.
The head covered with donkey walked around with a breath for a while, and then whispered: "Feng Qing, who is stepping on the horse, is crazy!"
Then he took out his cell phone and called to deal with the matter on the crew.
Feng Qing was still there, and he asked the crew to call the police, but he didn't know what was going on.
He is really challenging to be an agent. Other agents only appear in plastic surgery hospitals and obstetrics and gynecology hospitals at most. He is better off and directly sends the artist to the emergency room.
The past two days have been magical. Zhong Jiuyin suddenly went crazy after watching a video of her character. Feng Qing happened to be so coincidental and talk nonsense. Now, Qian Yu is waiting for the phone call with an anxious face.
Tong, I would like to curse at this time: "I just said that there will definitely be problems if there is blood in her brain!"
After saying that, the phone was connected. He walked a few steps away to answer the phone. He sighed twice and asked someone to contact Yan Cheng's agent, and also dialed the phone.
"Why are you here?" A person came in from the passage gate. The two men and Qian Yu looked over and found it was Yuan Yi.
Yuan Yi was here to check the wound. He injured his arm in a new variety show. He was safe to come over and take a film to check it out. When he passed through the passage outside, he saw Zhong Jiuyin's assistant inside.
.
Because he had contact with him on the show before and had sat together and chewed bread, he still had some impression of the two.
Since the assistant and agent are here, it is obvious who has something to do. Yuan Yi turned to the emergency room without waiting for the answer.
"What happened to Sister Yin?"
The second one didn't make the phone call, put down his cell phone and answered him in a heavy tone: "I was stimulated by Feng Qing and fainted."
"How could it be..." Yuan Yi frowned and hung his hand over. Although he knew that he could not see the situation in the emergency room, he still looked into the crack of the door.
"Why is it so sudden? Did Feng Qing say something too much? What I mean is that she doesn't seem to be someone who faints after a few words."
He opened his mouth and finally shook his head and said, "Things are quite complicated."
Yuan Yi didn't ask any more questions about the complicated method, and sat in the waiting area of the family, called his agent, and waited silently.
The first aid was very painful every minute and second. Qian Yu walked around, and his anger was almost igniting himself.
Finally, with a "ding" sound, the door of the emergency room opened, and Zhong Jiuyin, who had already inserted a snorkel, was pushed out.
She lay there pale, and Yuan Yi was stunned when he saw it.
The last time they met was in the last episode more than a month ago. She ran around and was very energetic, smiling, looking at him with brows and showing off her arrogance. It was too different from the way she looked like she was still with her eyes closed.
Big, he couldn't even recognize it.
The doctor told Qian Yu about the matter, and the nurse pushed someone to the observation room, and Yuan Yi subconsciously followed.
Zhong Jiuyin is a star, and she is also a star who has been very popular recently. In order to avoid anyone coming to block the ward, Qian Yu specially ran a few procedures to allow her to be admitted to a high-end ward with good confidentiality.
After dealing with these things, Qian Yu was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, but before he could sit by the bed, he looked at Zhong Jiuyin for a while, he received the call again.
I don't know what he said, Qian Yu frowned and looked at the bedside, feeling a little worried, but there was no way. Now he is the only one who can take care of these messy things, so he hung up the phone and said to him twice.
: "I want to go there with Feng Qing, you are here to guard her."
Then he looked at Yuan Yi hesitantly: "Are you free?"
Fans and paparazzi are all involved. He is afraid that high-end wards will not be able to stop people who want to come in to learn first-hand gossip. It is still not possible to stay here alone. He has to be a helper who can be a coolie.
Yuan Yi nodded hesitantly, looked at the person on the hospital bed, and asked in a low voice: "I need my help? I can take over the whole day because there is an event tomorrow..."
He was a little upset when he said this, which sounded like refusal.
"It's okay, Yan Cheng will definitely arrive tomorrow at the latest." In two days, You should come back.
When Yuan Yi heard the name, he felt stiff for a moment, but immediately realized that something happened to his friend and he should help him, because it was nothing.
"Then I'll keep guarding you, you can go ahead and do it."
Qian Yu hurriedly left and the ward became quiet.
The two of them sat aside and opened their phone to check the messages online.
Yuan Yi looked at the person on the hospital bed and carefully tidied up her hair.
The machine next to her recorded her vital signs, making a slight noise, and the transparent surface of the respirator became foggy as she exhale.
His eyes were not focused and he was a little distracted.
Someone greeted the door whispered, Yuan Yi looked over and said it was his agent.
The agent pulled him outside and asked in a low voice: "What are you doing here? If someone takes a photo and spreads it, the scandal between you two will be flying all over the sky tonight!"
Yuan Yi frowned: "They are not enough, and Yan Cheng has not come back. I can't leave. Helping friends can spread those trash gossips, which only means that there is no lower limit for paparazzi, and netizens who believe in rumors are brainless."
The agent looked at him: "I think so smoothly when I comfort myself. It seems that I have to help you. It's okay, a friend, if you don't help, you may be scolded if you don't. But if you are here,
If you keep her for a night, the meaning will be different."
Yuan Yi pursed his lips and said after a while: "If her agent or Yan Cheng has not come back, there will be no one here except her assistant who stays up late and stays up late. What should I do if there is a problem in the middle and needs help? I'm not relieved."
...It's your turn to be worried. The agent sighed: "Forget it, you can do whatever you want. If it is spread, let Zhong Jiuyin and Yan Cheng explain it to you later. Anyway, you are helping him do what he should do."
This sentence pierced his heart like a thorn. Yuan Yi turned around and went back to the ward without saying a word.
The person on the bed had no sign of waking up. The hand on the quilt was clamped with a blood oxygen saturation probe, like a fragile ornament.
Unlike the consequences of being stimulated by language, it is a bit similar to the car accident that is said to be very serious. I wonder if she was lying on the hospital bed like this at that time.
The temperature in the ward was maintained at twenty degrees. Yuan Yi took off his coat and sat on the side and looked down at her.
After a long time, he slowly reached out and gently touched the back of her hand.