Chapter 45

"No, I'm not happy?"

Hearing Fangfang's sudden question, Lin Yao glanced at Fang Xiaole in a panic and shook her head.

I'm not unhappy because I haven't been carried by him. I can't be so crazy!

At this time, the two musicians found by the studio owner also arrived. They used to be in a small famous band. Later, they became home, and gradually faded out of the music world and regarded music as a hobby.

However, the two musicians have good skills. After practicing with Lin Yao and Fang Xiaole for an afternoon, they can basically play the melody of the roof completely.

At about 6 pm, the two musicians went home for dinner and agreed to come over and Practice for two hours after dinner.

Lin Yao, Fang Xiaole and Fangfang ate in the studio.

Before dinner, Fang Xiaole went out again and bought Lin Yao a pig bone and beef miscellaneous soup at a nearby shop specializing in bone soup.

"This soup is very tonic and good for your foot recovery."

Fang Xiaole wiped the sweat on his head, put the bag carrying pig bone soup on the table, untied the bag, opened the cover of the plastic box, took out the prepared spoon and plastic bowl, filled Lin Yao with a bowl and put it in front of her.

"Thank you..."

Lin Yao holds up the small bowl of soup with both hands. Although the disposable plastic bowl is of poor quality, she thinks it is the most exquisite bowl she has ever seen in her life.

Holding a small bowl to his mouth, he tooted his ruddy lips and gently blew some hot soup. The surface of pig bone soup was blown with a burst of heat. Smoke curled up, lined with a jade like pretty face, like a fairy.

The next second, the fairy lifted up her white neck, held the soup bowl obliquely, gulped and wolfed down the soup in the bowl.

Put down the bowl and saw Fang Xiaole looking at her. Suddenly he felt that his eating appearance was too rude. He whispered shyly, "I, I'm a little hungry."

"Eat more when you're hungry." Fang Xiaole couldn't help laughing and filled her another bowl.

Seeing some soup stains sticking to the corners of Lin Yao's mouth, she pulled a paper towel and handed it over.

"Thank you."

Lin Yao also found her image "indecent" at the moment. She blushed and was about to take the paper towel. Fangfang next to her also pulled a piece of paper:

"Sister Yao, here you are."

Lin Yao's hand paused and looked sideways at Fangfang. There was a little angry expression on the little girl's face. It seemed to say, "I usually hand you paper towels!"

Fang Xiaole was a little embarrassed and thought that he was really a little forgetful. He was a female artist and should keep a distance.

Just about to take back his hand, he found that his index finger was slightly touched by a group of soft and greasy skin, and the paper towel in his hand had been picked up by Lin Yao.

Sister Yao actually takes a man's paper towel and doesn't use mine?

Woo woo, doesn't sister Yao like me?

Fangfang's eyes widened and her heart began to sour.

Who knows, after Lin Yao took Fang Xiaole's tissue, her other hand also took Fangfang's tissue and smiled gently at her: "thank you, Fangfang."

"Hum."

Fangfang didn't overdo it. She was hungry and filled a bowl of pig bone soup. She drank it in one gulp. Don't mention how satisfied she was.

Hey, sister Yao really likes me best.

After dinner, the two musicians also returned to the studio. The four practiced for two hours. Finally, Lin Yao and Fang Xiaole played and sang several times with the melody, and the effect was good.

Record the demo tomorrow afternoon. There is still time to run in in the morning, and Lin Yao has to go to the hospital, so he finished the practice around 9 p.m.

Fang Xiaole and Fangfang "escort" Lin Yao to the hospital.

"Sister Yao is most afraid of injection and infusion, so she doesn't want to come to the hospital."

The nanny car stopped at the door of the hospital. Lin Yao, who had always been gentle and docile, rarely threw Lai and didn't want to get off the car. Finally, Fang Xiaole helped Fangfang forcibly get her off the car, buckle her in a wheelchair and push her into the hospital.

Seeing that Lin Yao became very nervous as soon as he entered the hospital, Fang Xiaole couldn't help but wonder. At this time, Fangfang whispered in his ear the reason why Lin Yao was nervous.

Fang Xiaole couldn't help laughing. He looked down at Lin Yao, who was holding his hands and looking around, thinking how he looked like a child?

Fangfang went to register. Fang Xiaole squatted in front of the wheelchair and said gently:

"It's okay. It's just that your foot is injured. You shouldn't need an injection."

"Oh..." Lin Yao's face turned white, but she nodded cleverly.

"When did you get it? Why do you come to the hospital now? Don't you want your feet? "

Twenty minutes later, in the outpatient room, the doctor looked at Lin Yao seriously. It was obvious that he was quite dissatisfied with her delaying his illness.

"Doctor, is it serious?"

Fang Xiaole and Fangfang looked at each other. They were both startled. Fangfang quickly asked.

"It's swollen like this. Of course it's serious! First take a film to see if there is anything wrong with the bones. It's best to be hospitalized for observation tonight. "

"Ah? Still in hospital? " Lin Yao was stunned and asked nervously, "doctor, don't you need an injection?"

"The ankle swelling caused by sprain does not need an injection." The doctor replied.

Lin Yao breathed a sigh of relief, and then heard the doctor add: "however, you have symptoms of fever and tonsil inflammation. This must be treated with infusion."

"Ah? Sister Yao has a fever? Oh, it's really hot. Why don't you say it, sister Yao! I knew I shouldn't have let you practice songs for so long! "

Fangfang was stunned, then touched Lin Yao's forehead and immediately shouted.

"It's okay. Just sleep." Lin Yao was a little guilty and answered in a low voice with her head down.

Fang Xiaole was also stunned. Didn't he say that his ankle sprained? Why did he still have a fever?

At this time, the doctor took a thermometer to Lin Yao and asked her to measure her temperature. A few minutes later, Lin Yao's temperature was 385 degrees.

"I really have a fever!" Fang Xiaole looked at Lin Yao with some worry: "listen to the doctor. If you should be hospitalized, you should be hospitalized."

"But..." what else does Lin Yao want to say.

"Take a film first, and then go directly to the inpatient department." The doctor there has made a list and entered Lin Yao's hospitalization information into the computer.

"Thank you, doctor, assistant Fang. I'll pay for it. Please push sister Yao to take photos." Fangfang took the list and hurried away.

"No, I don't want to be hospitalized, no infusion!"

Fang Xiaole was about to push Lin Yao to take a film, but she grabbed the doctor's desk and refused to go.

She sat in a wheelchair with half her ass, leaned forward, grabbed the edge of her desk with all her strength, and the green tendons on the backs of her hands protruded.

It's like a little girl afraid of injections.

"You......" seeing this scene, even the well-informed doctors were stunned.

Fang Xiaole was also at a loss. He didn't expect Lin Yao to be so resistant to hospitalization and infusion. He didn't dare to forcibly pull away his wheelchair. He had to gently grasp Lin Yao's wrist, like comforting a child:

"Good, don't be afraid. You can recover quickly after losing fluid, or you won't sing well."

"I, I don't want it." Lin Yao seems really scared and still doesn't want to let go.

"What do you like to eat? Or I'll go out and buy it for you when you lose the liquid? "

Fang Xiaole is not very good at comforting people. He racked his brains and still coaxed children.

"I, I want to eat wife cake, OK?"

Lin Yao raised her head, looked pitifully at Fang Xiaole and asked in a low voice.