C4

Zhong Zhen was so scared that he crawled and rolled to send Xia Ying to the emergency room.

He waited impatiently outside, and when the examination was over, the doctor came out and said, "The patient is in a psychotic sleep. He'll wake up within twenty-four hours if nothing goes wrong."

"What about the accident?" Zhong Zhen asked anxiously.

The doctor frowned and said, "Usually not. If you are not awake for a long time, the hospital will try to save you. Please do not worry too much."

Zhong Zhen asked: "Then why did she suddenly faint?"

"The patient has been under stress for a long time, so this is definitely not the first time she has suddenly fallen into a coma. It is recommended that the patient minimize the workload in the future to eliminate the source of the stress." the doctor explained, closing the file in his hand.

Zhong Zhen was startled, the pressure was too big? Even though Xia Ying's career was at its peak, it did not have a large workload. In recent months, she had only developed within the country, so calling it a pressure would be too far-fetched. So what was the source of her stress?

Before deciding to become Xia Ying's assistant, Zhong Zhen had already thoroughly studied the relationships between Xia Ying's friends. There was nothing to worry about, and with a good manager helping her settle everything, she really didn't think that in the bottom of Xia Ying's heart or some other place that was difficult for him to reach, there would be something that would continuously pressure Xia Ying.

Zhong Zhen entered the sickroom gloomily.

The pale Xia Ying was lying on the bed, chest moving up and down, breathing evenly and steadily.

Zhong Zhen sat on the side of the bed and looked at Xia Ying's face. He reached out his hand to test the temperature of Xia Ying's forehead. After making sure that there was no fever, he relaxed. He looked at it for a while and slowly took out his phone, sending a private message to his friend who was in England: I didn't take good care of Xia Ying, she has entered the hospital.

A moment later, the phone vibrated and a private message came in. Liliana replied: You didn't fall off the stage, did you?

Zhong Zhen: No! You jinx! The doctor said it was stress, and I don't even know what it was.

Liliana: Oh, that's the way it is in this circle. She's a famous model. She's always had some kind of private dinner party or something. You just have to take a good rest.

Zhong Zhen was silent for a moment, then typed on his phone's screen with his fingertips: I'm not sure too, so I won't say anymore.

He was in a really bad mood.

It's none of your business. You've only been with her a few days. In a couple of weeks, Cooper and I will go play with you. Obediently don't cry, don't cry.

Zhong Zhen: Scram.

LILINETTE: Hmmm! "A stinking man who sees no one!

Zhong Zhen didn't pay any more attention to her, he only quietly leaned on the bed and held Xia Ying's slightly cold hand. When Peter came over that night, Xia Ying was still not awake. Peter sat for a while before he left, telling Zhong Zhen to take care of her properly and notify him when Xia Ying woke up.

There were many things waiting to be done after the competition ended. Coincidentally, Zhong Zhen didn't want him to be here either, so he quickly finished what he was doing and left the matter at that.

Xia Ying slept for a long time before waking up the next morning. The first thing she said when she opened her eyes was, "I knew she wasn't dead."

"You're awake!" Hearing the voice, Zhong Zhen raised his head and walked over, scaring Xia Ying, "You finally woke up, you scared me to death."

Xia Ying's eyes widened as her voice became fainter and fainter, "You're the one who scared me to death …"

She struggled to support her body and half sat herself up. Zhong Zhen immediately placed the pillow on her back, "Are you hungry? Is there anything you'd like to eat? "

Xia Ying looked at Zhong Zhen and fell into a deep silence. Zhong Zhen's face did not look good, his eyes were red, the corners of his eyes were as black as smoke and makeup, it was obvious that he had not had a good rest. Xia Ying hesitated: "Did you not sleep last night?"

"I'm afraid you'll wake up in the middle of the night." Zhong Zhen laughed. His bright smile was as clean as the sunlight outside the window.

Xia Ying said: "I'm fine. I'll go and book my flight ticket for today. We'll head back to Beijing in the afternoon."

"No way!" Zhong Zhen was shocked, "The doctor said that it would be best for you to stay in the hospital for further observation."

"If I tell you to do it, then do it. What's with all this nonsense? My own body knows it very well." Xia Ying suddenly said coldly, and her attitude suddenly became worse.

Zhong Zhen did not mind, he pouted and compromised: "Alright, then you have to listen to the doctor and rest properly in Beijing. I'll go out and buy you something to eat. Is there anything you'd like to eat? "

Xia Ying frowned, she looked as though she did not want to speak and waved her hand, indicating that she could do whatever she wanted.

Zhong Zhen poured her a cup of warm water and placed it on the cabinet beside his. Then, he opened his mobile phone's map and went out of the hospital to look for food.

To be honest, Zhong Zhen had not fully grasped his taste in eating, so he took a taxi to the snack street and bought a bunch of special snacks in Shanghai. When he returned to the ward, Xia Ying was lying on his bed, patting on his phone.

The moment Zhong Zhen got closer, just as he was about to speak, he sneezed twice. He put down the breakfast as he covered his nose and mouth, and said: "Oh my god, what's the smell on your body … "Achoo!"

The three sneezes sprayed towards Xia Ying's face. Xia Ying said with a straight face: "It's all your smell now."

Zhong Zhen's tears were flowing down, when he suddenly saw a bunch of flowers beside the bed. He blinked in pain and squeezed out his tears, as he sneezed, he said, "Sorry … I, I have a bit of pollen allergy Achoo! You eat first... "I'll go outside, outside …"

Without finishing his words, he rushed out, and rushed to the corridor to take a breath of fresh air. Zhong Zhen then felt that he was alive again.

He rubbed his red nose painfully and sat on a bench in the corridor, frowning. Who sent the flowers? He had only been gone for a short period of time. Who was it that had come?

Just as he was thinking, a boy with short hair walked over from the end of the corridor. He looked young, about seventeen to eighteen years old, and walked directly towards Xia Ying's ward. Seeing that the other party was rushing towards Xia Ying, Zhong Zhen immediately jumped out to stop him: Wait, who are you?

"Who are you?" The boy sized Zhong Zhen up from head to toe.

"I am Xia Ying's assistant." Zhong Zhen was sure that this boy was not one of Xia Ying's friends. Most likely, he was a fan that came from hell, so it was necessary to keep him out, "I don't know how you knew Xia Ying is here, but you can't go in."

"Tsk, aren't you just a little assistant? Who do you think you are? My grandfather is the principal of this hospital, you don't know what's good for you. " Saying that, she pushed Zhong Zhen's hand to the side and directly entered the door.

Zhong Zhen was furious, the back of his hand was in pain from the girl's pat, he immediately blushed, but he didn't want to make a ruckus in front of Xia Ying, so he endured it and covered his nose as he entered the ward.

Xia Ying, who was in the room, took the flowers and placed them in the bedside cabinet. The boy came in and took a look, and her overbearing manner was gone, "Sister Xia … Don't you like my lilies? "

"Ah, no, I like it very much. It's just that my assistant seems to be allergic to pollen. Thank you." After Xia Ying shut the flowers inside the cabinet, she walked to the window and opened it to take a breath of fresh air. When she turned around, she saw Zhong Zhen who was stunned at the door and said helplessly: "It's good now, you can put your hands down."

Zhong Zhen raised his eyebrows, and looked at the boy provocatively, then swaggered in.

The boy glared at him. The more vicious his gaze was, the more arrogant Zhong Zhen became.

Xia Ying did not know about the tension between the two and so she invited the boy to take a seat. It had to be said that Xia Ying treated her fans very well.

Zhong Zhen still remembered when he was in school in England, he lined up with his friends for half a day just for the sake of signing with someone he liked.

At that time, Zhong Zhen was young, and he was sad and angry. Even though his reputation was hidden away by the company, he did not help Zhong Zhen vent the anger in his heart.

Xia Ying wouldn't do that, she had taken care of all the presents she received on her birthday. She also read the private messages of the fans on Weibo seriously, never faking her feelings for the fans.

Zhong Zhen had always felt that there must be a reason why he liked Xia Ying.

The boy kept chattering non-stop, but Xia Ying did not say much. She just listened quietly with a sweet smile on her face.

Zhong Zhen was at the side looking at his phone to book a plane ticket. Out of selfishness, he booked a plane ticket for 10 in the morning, which meant that no matter how long this boy could stay, they would have to leave the hospital and go to the airport.

Zhong Zhen sighed silently, and suddenly felt that he was too useless.

"Sister Xia, can I take a photo with you?" the boy asked excitedly, his eyes full of expectation.

"Sure." Xia Ying wore a hospital gown, her skin was white, and her eyes were gentle and full of kindness. There was not a single bit of makeup on her face, nor was there the cold and unyielding aura from the stage.

The boy happily pursed his lips and leaned close to Xia Ying, opening his phone.

Seeing that, Zhong Zhen was not happy, and urged: "Teacher Xia, we have to go to the airport, who is that, you should hurry up and leave, Teacher Xia is going to change clothes."

The boy rolled his eyes at Zhong Zhen, and left unwillingly after bidding farewell to Xia Ying.

Xia Ying received the clothes handed over by Zhong Zhen and said angrily: "Don't use such a tone towards my fans in the future."

"I'm also your fan. You can already blame me …" Zhong Zhen muttered.

Xia Ying turned his head and asked: "What did you say?"

"Nothing! "Hurry up and change your clothes, we're going back."