"Falled?" He Dingxi's heart sank, and his fingers crossed the screen unconsciously: "Then how is the situation now?"

"I'm not sure, the news is blocked very tightly, maybe Yang Mei is playing some tricks again." Li Anqi didn't notice He Dingxi's face, he shrugged and said indifferently: "Let's leave the things that have nothing to do with us. I've asked. It's getting late, hurry back and rest, you have a big night show tomorrow."

"how do you feel?"

Yang Mei walked into the ward, put a heat preservation bucket on the table, and instructed Ning Jue in a warm voice, "I made some porridge for me, remember to drink some later."

Ning Jue leaned against the head of the bed and closed his eyes to rest. He was wearing a blue and white hospital gown, and his face was pale.

When he saw Yang Mei come in, he opened his eyes and said, "It's much better, but I'm still a little dizzy."

"How could this be? I'm going to call the doctor." Yang Mei said, and she was about to go to the nurse's station in a hurry.

Ning Jue quickly stopped her: "It's okay, don't make a fuss."

"It's really lucky this time, I'm a little scared thinking about it, that high table!" Yang Mei threw the expensive bag to the side, and came to sit on the sofa beside Ning Jue's bed: "Next time If this kind of thing happens again, it must be... bah bah, look at my crow's mouth, there will be no next time."

Towards the end of tonight's concert, the elevator on the stage suddenly broke down, and Ning Jue was dancing the last dance. When the incident happened suddenly, the staff at the scene had no time to remind him that Ning Jue, who was dancing, stepped on the air and fell off the stage, unable to stand up on the spot.

Fortunately, the lift platform did not fail completely, but got stuck in the halfway during the lifting process. Otherwise, if he fell from such a high stage, Ning Jue would not have died and would have lost half his life.

Unexpectedly, Ning Jue was cruel enough to himself. After resting in the audience for a while, he returned to the stage to the cheers of the fans. He persisted until the end of the concert before being rushed to the hospital.

On the way to the hospital, Yang Mei couldn't control her emotions, so she scolded Ning Jue with blood. Fortunately, the scourge had lasted for thousands of years. After a set of examinations, Ning Jue had no serious problems except for the concussion and multiple soft tissue contusions throughout his body. He was hospitalized for a few days.

"Dedication is a good thing, but you can't help but take your own body seriously. Think about the last time I filmed "Hang Yin", I almost scared you half of my life..." Yang Mei turned over the old yellow calendar, and she More and more angry. It is true that the company is pursuing the maximization of the artist's value, but it is not so mad that it cares about the health and safety of the artist.

"Stop, stop, I'm not as dedicated as you think." Ning Jue felt that if Yang Mei continued to talk, she would start to bring up old things again, so she interrupted: "As for my own body, I still have some ideas in my heart."

"Stop talking, see what you can do." Yang Mei had nothing to do with Ning Jue, so she slowed down and said, "I'll stay here tonight to accompany the bed, so I can take care of you."

"No need, you're worried about your fears after running today. It's hard work." Ning Jue was worried about Yang Mei's worries, and added: "There are leaflets, you can leave them."

Yang Mei couldn't beat Ning Jue, so she had to call Xiao Ye in and give her a thousand instructions. She sat with Ning Jue for a while before leaving reluctantly.

After Yang Mei left, the ward suddenly became quiet. In fact, Ning Jue didn't tell Yang Mei the truth just now, his head was dizzy now.

Dizziness is a normal symptom after a concussion, and Ning Jue didn't care too much. It was getting late, and he didn't want to bother the doctor again.

Although he was very tired, he didn't feel sleepy at all. Ning Jue had to lie on her back on the bed, staring at the pale ceiling.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a light knock on the door, and Ning Jue was so dizzy that she didn't answer.

The knocking on the door stopped quickly, and then someone pushed the door and walked in, and footsteps quickly sounded in the ward.

Ning Jue thought it was Xiaoye who came in to remind him to get up to drink porridge, so he wrapped the quilt and turned over, closed his eyes and turned his back to the person: "I see, but I don't have an appetite right now, I'll drink it later."

The visitor did not speak or leave. He walked straight to the bed and asked, "Why don't you have an appetite? Is there any discomfort?"

A familiar male voice sounded from above, and Ning Jue suddenly opened his eyes. He turned around and looked at He Dingxi beside the bed, enduring strong dizziness, for a while he wondered if he had broken his brain.

Seeing Ning Jue's sluggish look, He Dingxi couldn't help but reach out and touch his face, and asked with some humor, "What's wrong? Are you really stupid?"

His hands are cold, Ning Jue thought. He grabbed He Dingxi's hand, touched it briefly, and then quickly released it. Ning Jue had recovered from the initial surprise, and the whole person had returned to the calmness of the past.

"Why are you here?" Ning Jue sat up and asked.

He Dingxi took advantage of the situation and withdrew his hand, pulled a chair and sat down beside Ning Jue's bed: "I happened to be running around here today, stop by and have a look."

This "by the way" in He Dingxi's mouth is really "by the way."He first found the contact information of Xiaoye through several layers of relationships, and regardless of Li Anqi's blocking for a while, he drove a car for four hours overnight.

Chapter 36

Although He Dingxi in front of him said with some salty words, everything was too gentle, and gently made people mistakenly think that he was installed in his heart.

Ning Yan felt that he was put on a steel wire, and he was reluctant to maintain a balance. If he was not careful, he would fall into the trap.

"How can there be empty hands to detect the disease." So Ning Yan turned his words and broke the hallucinations by himself.He only became a sick beauty for a while, and he was re -entered, leaning on the bedside Hang Erlang and asked: "Flowers, fruits, supplements?"

His eyebrows were gently lifted, and the heartless look was not cleaned up, enough to break all the illusion of all ambiguous.

"I look at you now, what supplements do you need?"