Chapter 1182 Worried about her calling her husband
Sheng Mian only felt a headache, as if everything had happened together recently, and she couldn't cope with it.
"Where are the bodyguards on the first floor? Let them work with the police to guard the entrances and don't let these fans go up and disturb the employees."
"I have told the bodyguards that we are holding on for the time being, but the fans are too crazy. If Song Tang himself doesn't show up, no one will be able to go back tonight."
Sheng Mian also hopes that Song Tang can show up, but she is still rescuing her. Although the doctor said that it is not life-threatening, the injury is just on the head and needs to be looked at more.
The three of them stood for a while and sat for a while, each of them very anxious.
Sheng Mian walked to the small balcony nearby and took a look downstairs.
The downstairs was already surrounded by crazy fans, all of whom came to visit Song Tang. Some even broke down and cried outside the hospital after hearing the marketing account saying that Song Tang had passed away.
An idol is sometimes a person's belief.
Sheng Mian raised her hand to rub her eyebrows, then contacted the director of the hospital, who immediately sealed off the building so that only real patients could come in.
After doing all this, she almost collapsed from exhaustion.
She glanced at Chen Jingxi, who had been sitting quietly in the chair, and raised her hand to pat his shoulder.
Chen Jingxi looked up at her and gave her a wry smile.
"Sorry, the company will do more research on artist safety issues next time."
"Mr. Sheng, the company is not to blame for what happened this time. The anti-fan was recruited to interact with Song Tang. No one expected such a scene."
He leaned back, his eyes a little confused, "She has always been an invincible little girl, she will be fine."
When Sheng Mian heard this, combined with Song Tang's experience, her heart suddenly twitched.
No one's life is smooth sailing, at least the people around her have gone through certain hardships to get to where they are now.
Another hour passed before Song Tang was pushed out of the emergency room.
Several people quickly gathered around him, and the doctor also took off his mask.
"It's nothing serious, I just need to take a good rest recently."
Song Tang was lying on the bed, her face pale. She knew there were people around her, including Mr. Sheng, her uncle, and Sister Zhuang Wan, but the anesthesia had not worn off yet and she could not speak at all.
She suddenly felt guilty, as she had made people worry again this time.
When I was pushed back to the ward, the doctor warned me.
"She'll wake up soon."
Sheng Mian breathed a sigh of relief and sat down aside.
Chen Jingxi's body was visibly less tense. Only Zhuang Wan glanced at the alarm clock on the wall from time to time.
It is already six o'clock in the afternoon. Didn't Mr. Sheng make an appointment with Mr. Fu to meet at six o'clock?
But now that Song Tang is like this, it's hard for Zhuang Wan to remind him of anything.
Half an hour later, Song Tang slowly woke up, staring at the ceiling with red eyes, and heard the voices of Sheng Mian and Chen Jingxi in his ears.
"Song Tang, how are you?"
"Xiaotang."
Song Tang rolled her eyes. God knows the moment she was pushed off the stage, she really thought she was going to die.
She was so unwilling to get through the trough of life, and finally had a sweet moment, but it ended like this.
She also wanted to pursue Chen Jingxi, and she also promised Mr. Sheng that she would join the Hollywood crew.
"Xiaotang?"
Chen Jingxi held her hand and asked warmly.
Song Tang's tears fell instantly, "Uncle, I'm fine."
She held him tightly with her hands, not wanting to let go at all.
In the past, Chen Jingxi would have restrained himself and pried her hand away. This was too far out of bounds.
But now, he didn't say anything, he just thought she was frightened and a child just wanted to find comfort.
Sheng Mian completely let go of the tone she was holding.
Song Tang forced himself to get up, but she quickly held him down.
"Have a good rest first."
"Mr. Sheng, please take a photo of me first. My fans must have fallen out and caused you trouble."
Song Tang is the youngest among this group of people, but her life experience is no less than anyone else's. She seems to have a carefree personality, but she is so delicate in her thoughts.
At this point, I'm still worried about other people.
Sheng Mian really wanted to do this, but she couldn't speak. Now that Song Tang took the initiative, she nodded.
Song Tang cupped his cheeks with both hands and looked at Zhuang Wan.
"Sister Zhuang Wan, do you have any lipstick? Just make it lighter. If I were photographed like this, the fans would use this photo to blackmail me again."
Zhuang Wan took out her own lipstick from her bag, moistened it on Song Tang's lips, and applied a little bit on her cheeks to act as blush.
