71. Catch up the trend and change diamonds for Jade711
It was the vague voice that pulled me back from my dream. I listened carefully and it was a pleasant male voice. After a few seconds, my slow brain realized that this was Xu Ziyang talking. But it didn't seem to be speaking to me. After listening for a while, I finally recognized him.
It's talking on the phone.
"What did the doctor say... Well, okay, I won't come over for the time being... I'll settle down here and then... if there's a recurrence, please call me, do you understand?"
I think Xu Ziyang must not be talking about business, because his tone of voice when talking on the phone is so gentle, and the clear voice paired with his intonation is particularly charming. But gentleness is not for me...
When he hung up the phone, I also opened my eyes. Without looking, he was standing beside my bed. When he turned around to look, our eyes collided. He was stunned for a moment, then leaned over and asked: "
woke up?"
I opened my mouth, trying to say "nonsense" back to him, but no sound came out. Not only the sound, it seemed that my whole body was exhausted, limp and weak.
Xu Ziyang raised his hand and pressed the bed bell, and then turned his eyes to me. After a few times, I have realized that if there is darkness in his eyes, it means that he is angry. What I am curious about is, why is he here? On the bright side
Isn't he Ding Lan's boyfriend? As for his behavior at the party last night, he also dealt with it from the perspective of someone else's boyfriend.
Secretly mocking in my heart, I am so blatant that I am not afraid that Ding Lan will get jealous and get angry. During the conversation, I found out that he is afraid of Ding Lan. Although I never thought that he would be a man who relies on women to gain power, his attitude towards Ding Lan is indeed special.
.It seems that tolerance and tolerance are more important than anything else. As for feelings, I don’t know.
All in all, after calculation, he was the last person who should have appeared in my ward.
The door was pushed open, and a long line of people in white coats walked in, measuring heartbeats, blood pressure, and changing infusions, all working simultaneously. The doctor soon made an inference: "The injured has stabilized, dressings are changed regularly, and rest is scheduled."
I muttered to myself, after hearing this, is there still a time when I am unstable? After the doctor and nurse left, Xu Ziyang seemed to know what I was thinking, and said calmly: "You were in a coma for two days, and when the steel pipe was hit, an iron piece was inserted into the back of your head.
If he hadn’t been rescued in time, it would have been difficult to revive him.”
The answer surprised me. I didn't expect that a single thought at that time would lead to such serious consequences, and I was in a coma for two days. I couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seems that heroes are not that easy to be. There were two knocks on the door.
, after Xu Ziyang responded, someone pushed the door open and came in. I looked sideways, my eyelashes trembling slightly.
It's Ding Lan and his assistant.
When Ding Lan entered the door, she glanced in my direction, walked closer to Xu Ziyang and said, "Zi Yang, everything has been arranged. A reporter will interview you later and write an exclusive interview about this construction site accident."
. During this period, the news that you were accompanying Hou in the injured ward will be reported one after another, and it should not have a big impact on this project. The workers who made the mistake have been suspended for interrogation, and everything has been arranged properly. "
At this time, Ding Lan was very much like a good wife, explaining the relevant matters in an orderly manner, and I also understood from her words the reason why Xu Ziyang appeared here openly. It turned out that everything was just for show. I never thought that I would be injured in the accident.
It might affect that project, no wonder he was so nervous.
Maybe there was something sleeping in every drop, but a burst of fatigue came over me. I was too lazy to pay attention to them, so I closed my eyes and fell asleep. Soon their voices became quieter, and then they left with the sound of footsteps, and the door was gently closed.
My mouth was dry and bitter. I closed my eyes and thought, I am being sentimental again. When I opened my eyes and woke up and saw Xu Ziyang beside me, my heart was trembling for a moment. I even thought that the last embrace before coma was him. He ignored the others.
He picked me up in full public view, and now I think it wasn’t him...
Maybe it's some classmate.
I was in coma for two days, and even though I still felt tired, I couldn't sleep. Gradually, my body's consciousness came back, and the pain in my head came as expected, troubling my nerves.
I habitually raised my right hand to touch my head, but found that my palm was numb. Then I remembered that my right hand was also disabled yesterday. No, I was in a coma for two days. It should have been disabled two nights ago. Well, I guess I
This was a bad year, shrouded in decline, and he was injured one after another, and he continued to be tortured.
He sighed. In fact, he knew it without touching it. Xu Ziyang said that there was an iron sheet inserted into the back of his head. Plus the bruised and bleeding look on his head at that time, it should be because his hair was shaved and then stitched. It didn't look good in the first place, but this time it turned out to be...
With a bald head, I have no connection with beautiful women at all, but I can be considered as catching up with the trend.
People always get stronger the more frustrated they are. After going through so many things, I found that my mentality is getting better and better, and I can still laugh at myself at this time. Otherwise, what can I do, cry for father and mother? Even if I cry, my father will also cry.
He won't come. As for my mother, it's better not to let her know, otherwise she will be sad again.
"Yu Qian..." I heard a hesitant whisper in my ear. I opened my eyes and saw Qin Chen sitting next to my hospital bed at some point, with a haggard look on his face and a look of deep guilt in his eyes. Maybe it was just now.
I was so absorbed in thinking about things that I didn't even hear anyone come in.
He smiled, coughed lightly, and was able to pronounce it, so he comforted him with a hoarse voice: "Brother, don't feel guilty. I didn't think much about it at the time. I just happened to see the steel pipe in the worker's hand slipping, so I rushed forward.
"I thought I was going to hide from the steel pipe, but I was unlucky and got hit by it." I raised my left hand to gesture, as if it was true, but because my voice was hoarse, it seemed very unconvincing, especially
The pain in Qin Chen's eyes became more and more intense, so he had no choice but to shut up.
There was silence for a moment. I felt slightly embarrassed when he looked at me like this, so I changed the subject and asked, "Where are the mentor and the others?"
Qin Chen calmed down and said, "The tutor is busy dealing with the public opinion impact caused by this accident, and... Xu Ziyang and the others are being interviewed by reporters downstairs."
"What happened? How could the accident be exposed by the media?" I was confused when I heard Ding Lan talk about it just now. It's just that I was hit on the head by a steel pipe. I only need to deal with it privately. Why did it happen?
What about the media?
Just listen to Qin Chen explain: "You don't know something. The instructor asked us all to go to the construction site that day. Firstly, for on-site internship supervision, and secondly, he deliberately invited TV stations and other media to publicize this project. Who knows that in front of the mass media
A serious accident occurred in front of me, and the scene was immediately photographed by relevant reporters.
But don’t worry, the reports say that you bravely saved people in times of crisis. They are all positive news, so the media is paying close attention to your injury. Reporters are waiting downstairs 24 hours a day for news. You just woke up after a severe coma.
The information has been conveyed to all media and will be broadcast on TV news soon. It is estimated that reporters may come to interview you later."
I have lived a mediocre life, but I ended up becoming famous because I was unlucky enough to be hit by a steel pipe? Is there anything more dramatic and funny than this? I have to think about what kind of script I should prepare when a reporter comes to interview me, and whether I should try it
Swearing to God and angrily blaming the government for working hard to build such an overpass with little usability and value? Then I'm afraid my news will make the headlines, and I will probably be invited to the bureau for tea.
I made a fuss in my mind, but I just thought about it. The most indispensable thing in this society is to stand out. Since I am a mediocre person, I naturally will not become an angry youth to declare war on the government.
After a while, the medicine in the drip took effect, and my eyelids gradually became heavy, and I started to feel sleepy. Qin Chen saw my fatigue, looked dazed, got up and left, and asked me to rest more. Before leaving, he thanked me in every possible way.
, then walked out of the ward with slumped shoulders. I squinted at his shrunken back. He must have had a difficult time in the two days of coma. The bloodshot eyes were obvious just now.
I closed my eyes, my mind stopped working, and my consciousness was blurred. I felt someone moving my arm in the hazy state, and then I flicked my eyelids with a cold touch, half-closed and half-opened to look, and vaguely saw two people wearing white coats.
The figures were beside the bed. I couldn't see clearly, as they looked like they were wearing medical masks, but I could vaguely see that one of them pushed a needle into the sky, some injection liquid spurted out, and then the needle was pushed into my arm.
It turned out that the nurse came to give me an injection and change my dressing. I closed my eyes again, and there seemed to be a voice in my ears.
"Will it have any effect?" "No, it's a sedative to help her sleep more soundly." "Then bring her up quickly."
...
My head felt so heavy. I didn't even dream when I fell asleep this time. It was pitch black and I couldn't open my eyelids. It was like I was hypnotized. My whole body was so weak that I couldn't wake up. When my consciousness gradually came back, I felt my head was heavy and painful.
, when I opened my eyes, they were still pale, and there was the smell of disinfectant in my nose. I rolled my eyes and realized something was wrong.
This room seems to be different from the ward where I was originally lying. There is a double sofa on the left, the curtains on the right have changed from dark to beige, and there is also a TV in the front. If the room I stayed in before was a single ward.
, then this should be for VIPs, the door is closed tightly.
I was slightly puzzled, why did Xu Ziyang transfer me to the ward? Was it because he wanted me to cooperate with the "performance" and get a higher salary?
My mouth was dry. I saw a bottle of water on the bedside table. I reached out to get it. When I lifted it up, I found that my right hand was wrapped like a pig's paw. I could only try to turn sideways and use my left hand to pick up the bottle, but couldn't.
I moved my head sideways, and the pain nerve warned me unceremoniously that I would move rashly. My hand trembled and I touched the bottle of water to the ground, making a loud noise.
Soon, the closed door was pushed open, and I was stunned by the person who walked in. It turned out to be Xu Zijie.
"Don't move, what do you want to get? I'll do it." Xu Zijie rushed to me in one stride, pushed me back to my original position, looked down, and asked: "You want to drink water? Don't drink cold ones, I
Go pour it."
He stood up and mixed boiled water and mineral water into warm water, then carefully inserted a straw into it, shook my bed a little, and then handed the water cup to me.
I was not polite, and drank a few sips, finally quenching my thirst. Then I asked: "Why are you here?" After asking, I felt that I had asked a stupid question, and my accident was on the news.
, how could he not know about it? Let me tell you that I made an appointment with him to talk about it on the day of the accident, and then I was in a coma for two days without any news, how could he not come to me?
