The sickly beautiful woman is crazy [Entertainment]

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Xu Jue had a good night's sleep and had no dreams all night. When he woke up the next day, his mind was much clearer.

Qi Yanjing was no longer in the ward, and Zhang Chang, who was dozing off, sat on the chair instead, holding a thermos bucket in his arms.

"Zhang Chang..."

Xu Jue yelled, and Zhang Chang woke up immediately: "What's wrong?"

Xu Jue's throat was very dry, and his voice was a little hoarse: "I want to drink water..."

"Okay, okay," Zhang Chang got up and took him a cup of warm water, carefully helping him up while avoiding his left shoulder: "Is the water temperature okay?"

Xu Jue nodded and drank several sips in a row, and the talent seemed to come alive.

"What time is it?" he asked.

"It's almost eleven o'clock."

Xu Jue raised his eyebrows, unexpectedly sleeping for so long.

"Why are your lips so dry?" Zhang Chang put the water glass on the bedside table and stared at Xu Jue's mouth, "No, I have to buy you a lipstick, Sister Cen has signed a beauty endorsement for you, and your mouth is also in good condition Take care."

Xu Jue didn't have any objections, and only told: "Be careful not to buy competing products."

Zhang Chang was taken aback, and slapped his forehead: "Oh, my brain, what else can I buy? The brand has given away a lot. You can take it with you, and you'd better wipe it when you go out. It will be out of stock every minute, and their faces will die with laughter. "

Xu Jue smiled, lifted the quilt and wanted to get out of bed to wash.

Zhang Chang changed his seriousness and carefully helped him: "How are you doing, can you go?"

Xu Jue moved his left leg while standing. It felt strange, a little sore and swollen, but it was completely different from the excruciating pain before, and he probably just wasn't used to it.

"It's okay." Xu Jue opened his legs and walked slowly to the bathroom. As long as he thinks that those steel needles are gone from his body, he is happy, and he can't wait to walk like flying immediately: "It seems to be okay, I can do it!"

It's just that removing the steel needle is not serious, but it is still an operation. After washing and returning to the bed for a while, Xu Jue couldn't stand up anymore, sitting on the bedside and sweating coldly.

Zhang Chang handed him the paper, nagging, "I'll tell you to be brave. You said I'd come to help you but you didn't let go. It's not that you haven't walked. As for being so excited, I still have to give you the whole wheelchair when you get out of the hospital tomorrow." .”

"Is it necessary to be so exaggerated?" Xu Jue threw the sweat-wiped paper into the trash can, retracted the bed and leaned against the head of the bed, "Others don't even need to live in the hospital when they dismantle the steel needles. For God’s sake, it’s so embarrassing to still sit in a wheelchair when it’s over, I don’t want it.”

Zhang Chang was about to pour the porridge from the thermos bucket into a bowl, when he heard the words, he wished he could smear the bucket on Xu Jue's face: "Ancestor, can you be a little bit hard on your own body, what is other people's physical fitness, what is your physical fitness? Don't talk about it." , wheelchairs are not negotiable."

Xu Jue was stubborn, but when he smelled the fragrance at the tip of his nose, his train of thought was interrupted.

"What are you eating?" he asked Zhang Chang.

"Beef porridge," Zhang Chang sat down in front of him with a bowl, scooped up a spoonful and put it to his mouth: "Mr. Qi asked someone to bring it, and told me that I must stare at you to eat, at least half of it."

The porridge in front of him was thick and fragrant, which aroused Xu Jue's bleak appetite, and he swallowed it obediently.

Zhang Chang fed him several mouthfuls and gradually felt strange.

"Tsk, what's the matter? I usually deliver food to you, and you'd throw up after every bite. Wouldn't it be so much fun to eat something delivered by Mr. Qi?"

Xu Jue licked his lips, "It has nothing to do with him, it all depends on whether the food is good or not."

"Wouldn't it be delicious if you co-operate with what I gave you?"

"Compared with this, it's a little bit different, but sometimes what he ordered is also unpalatable, and I still vomit when he feeds it to my mouth, and he still coaxes me, unlike you—"

"All right, all right! Stop it!" Zhang Chang couldn't listen anymore, "Stop talking, anyway, I'm the only one who gets hurt."

He scooped up another spoonful: "...Eat some more, I have to send him the rest of the photos later, and I will be the one who gets scolded if there is too much... Oh, what a crime..."

Xu Jue was amused, and in order not to let his dear assistant be scolded by a capitalist surnamed Qi who only knows how to exploit, he stubbornly ate a few more mouthfuls.

After eating, he nestled on the hospital bed and recited the script, but his energy was still low, and he fell asleep after reading it for a while.

On the way, Qi Yanjing called, which woke up his relaxed nerves.

"Hello?" Xu Jue rubbed his eyes and pressed the answer button.

It was a little noisy over there, and after a few seconds, there was a sound of closing the door, and the world became quiet, and Qi Yanjing's deep voice came over clearly: "Why is the sound like this, you just woke up?"

"No," Xu Jue sat up, cleared his throat, and said, "I just had dinner, and I'm sleepy now."

Qi Yanjing smiled lowly: "I'm sleepy after eating...how much did I eat?"

"At least half of it." Xu Jue pinched the title page of the script in boredom: "Didn't you order Zhang Chang to stare at me and eat half of it?"

"Yes, he hasn't sent me a photo yet."

"Probably right away."

"Well," there was silence for two seconds, and then said: "Xu Jue."

Xu Jue felt that he seemed to have something to say, but hesitated.

"What's wrong?" Xu Jue asked.

"Well...it's not a big deal, our plan has changed a bit, and we will go directly to City Z the day after tomorrow."

Their movie was filmed in City Z, which was originally scheduled to end at the end of this month, but now it suddenly changed.

Xu Jue didn't think too much: "Okay, it's normal for the crew to have a change in schedule. What time is the plane? I'll go there on time."

"Xu Jue, listen to me first." Qi Yanjing's voice sounded a little worried: "Can your body bear it? If you don't feel well, I can accompany you for a week before going there. It won't affect you."

"It's okay," Xu Jue laughed, "I was leaving the hospital tomorrow, so there's no need to do anything special."

"It's not that it's special, it's that the physical condition is inherently special."

Xu Jue squeezed the quilt, and unconsciously curled the corners of his mouth, "It's really fine, isn't there still you, if I'm really uncomfortable, I'll let you carry me, unless you refuse."

Qi Yanjing: "..."

How could he refuse.

"Okay," Qi Yanjing finally compromised, "There will be a script reading tomorrow, and I will pick you up and leave the hospital in the afternoon."

Xu Jue laughed: "Okay~"

Qi Yanjing worriedly continued to advise: "Take a good rest today, don't read the script, and I will accompany you slowly when the time comes."

"alright, I got it."

Qi Yanjing slowed down for two seconds, and seemed to sigh lightly: "See you tomorrow."

"Well, see you tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, Xu Jue immediately put Qi Yanjing's instructions behind him, picked up the script and began to read.

Zhang Chang came back, looked at his flushed cheeks, and shook his head, "Have you talked on the phone?"

Xu Jue flipped through the script leisurely: "What kind of phone call porridge, don't use words indiscriminately, just communicate about tomorrow's itinerary normally."

As soon as the words fell, patter——

A bead of blood dripped from the script.

Xu Jue's eyes suddenly widened.

pat-

Another drop.

He raised his hand and wiped the tip of his nose, it was full of blood.

"Xu Jue!!" Zhang Chang screamed and rushed towards him, ringing the bell and howling in his arms.

"Xu Jue!! Xu Jue, what's wrong with you?? Don't scare me, why are there so many nosebleeds??!"

Xu Jue didn't feel any discomfort at all, and was even extremely conscious.

But Zhang Chang looked distraught, as if his life was not long.

Xu Jue also began to panic, worried that something was wrong with his body, and trembled in fright amid Zhang Chang's tears and howls.

Ten minutes later, the ward was quiet.

Xu Jue saw the attending doctor who had been ill for almost two years, and looked at Zhang Chang, who was shrinking his neck, with his arms crossed.

"Howl, howl louder," he nodded Zhang Chang's head bitterly, "You howled half the floor, and our dean was so frightened that he almost wanted to come and do the emergency surgery himself, but the result was that Nosebleeds in dry weather."

"If our dean was older and walked more slowly, he would be fine!"

Zhang Chang was so cowardly that he couldn't even lift his head when he stood there.

What happened just now was too oolong, doctors and nurses came and even the dean was alarmed, Xu Jue was so frightened that he cried, but after the examination, it was only because he was too dry, Zhang Chang himself was stunned.

It's really that Xu Jue's health has been too poor in the past two years, which always gave him the illusion that any accident must be a major event. After all, Xu Jue has never had such a small problem as a simple nosebleed.

"I'm not worried," Zhang Chang said in a low voice, "I watch TV dramas like this all the time, what kind of infection complications after surgery, it's very scary..."

The doctor was speechless.

"No... Which TV station do you usually watch? I'll write a letter of complaint tomorrow, and I'll act indiscriminately all day long, spoiling the audience."

The doctor glanced at Xu Jue whose eyes and nose were still red on the hospital bed, and poked Zhang Chang's head again: "Look, if you continue to make such a fuss in the future, your artist will be scared to death even if he is not sick."

Zhang Chang apologized dejectedly: "I was wrong, I will deal with the problem calmly and maturely in the future, absolutely not like this again."

"That's right, don't blame yourself too much, if you care about it, you will mess up," the doctor said: "Winter is coming, use a humidifier, drink plenty of water, and maintain a balanced diet."

Zhang Chang responded repeatedly.

But Xu Jue doesn't like to drink water, as long as he is not so thirsty that he would never think of pouring water for himself, and he doesn't have a long memory when he has a nosebleed, and the scar is always healed and he forgets the pain.

The script was read in the afternoon of the next day. The temperature in the capital had dropped a lot in the past two days, so Xu Jue put on a thick coat.

The air conditioner in the meeting room is actually not cold, but Xu Jue's body can't catch the cold for a short time. The crew thoughtfully prepared a small solar heater and warmed it to him.

The director, screenwriter and producer sat right in front, and Xu Jue and Qi Yanjing sat side by side next to them.

"The movie "Fog", the first official script reading begins," the director said, "Everyone has read the book, and the main creators are here, let me introduce you first."

The director raised his hand and took the tape to Xu Jue: "Our lead actor, Teacher Xu, plays Cheng Xiaowu."

Xu Jue greeted everyone with a smile.

"Teacher Qi, play the role of police officer Sheng Yangsheng—and our other excellent actors, Song Feng, Xiao Lin Yu..."

After introducing the actors, the director began to briefly explain the script:

"The background of the story is set in the wharf town 30 years ago. Our protagonist Cheng Xiaowu and his ten-year-old brother Cheng Xiaoshuang depend on each other. They are both orphans and live together. Although it is difficult, it is also peaceful."

"Xiaoshuang is smart and simple, a very lively child, but Xiaowu lives a secret life. One day, Xiaowu suddenly found that his younger brother became silent, easily frightened, and refused to communicate with others. This appearance is similar to that of Xiaowu many years ago. Wu's reaction after suffering some injuries is exactly the same, Xiao Wu was anxious, and when his brother was sleeping, he lifted the quilt and saw the familiar and unfamiliar scars on his body."

"The ordinary days were broken on this day, and uninvited guests came one after another, until a male corpse appeared in the dock warehouse one month later. The direct suspect was found drunk and refused to admit his crime after sobering up. Our Sheng Police officer Yangsheng identified another suspect after investigation, which is our little mist."

"In the era when there was no surveillance within a ten-mile radius, Xiao Wu had an absolutely perfect alibi, how did Officer Sheng find out the truth, and what will happen on the day when the truth submerged in the mist of the pier is revealed? Tragic ending..."

All the actors listened quietly, these plots have already been familiarized by heart, and then the lines will be matched on the spot.

This is a very long and boring process, because of the seriousness of the subject matter of the script, there is rarely laughter in the entire conference room.

Except for the cup of soy milk that Qi Yanjing brought to pick him up, Xu Jue didn't drink much water for almost the whole day. By the time he noticed smoke coming from his throat, he had already been talking to other actors for three or four hours.

Just as he was about to take a cup to catch the water, the tip of his nose became hot again. Xu Jue felt bad and immediately covered it with his hand, but Qi Yanjing still noticed it.

"Xu Jue?!" Qi Yanjing's reaction was not much better than Zhang Chang's, causing everyone around to look this way.

The scene became out of control again.

A bunch of people gathered around him to take paper and water, and even wanted to dial 120.

"Teacher Xu, are you okay?!"

"Mr. Xu, what's wrong with you?!"

"Hold on, Xiao Xu! Our doctor will be here soon!"

Qi Yanjing sat beside him, wrapped his arms around his shoulders and held him tightly.

Xu Jue was terribly ashamed by the movement, and stopped it a few times with his words, but the scene was too chaotic, and no one cared at all.

Xu Jue could only take a deep breath, raised his hand to wipe his face, and became angry at his dantian: "Stop!"

The meeting room suddenly fell silent.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally looked at Xu Jue.

Xu Jue's nosebleed had stopped, and he was so embarrassed that he wanted to burrow into the ground, "I'm fine, I just... didn't drink water, that's why I got a nosebleed..."

The air was terribly quiet all of a sudden, Xu Jue could feel the deep embarrassment surrounding him even if he didn't raise his head, Qi Yanjing's hand around his shoulder even stiffened a lot.

Xu Jue closed her eyes, and quietly shrank into Qi Yanjing's arms.

"Ahem," the director spoke first after having seen the world, "It's fine as long as it's fine."

"Yes, yes, it's dry in autumn and winter, so it's easy to get nosebleeds."

"That's right, even when I wake up in the morning and blow my nose, it's bloodshot!"

"It's all gone, it's gone, it's gone!"

Qi Yanjing let go of his hand, squatted down in front of him, his face was frighteningly dark: "Xu Jue."

Xu Jue looked up at him timidly.

Qi Yanjing let out a breath and reached out to support Xu Jue's chin.

Xu Jue's cheek was still stained with blood, like a little cat, Qi Yanjing squeezed it relentlessly, even though Xu Jue was screaming and struggling, he would not let go.

Qi Yanjing said with a cold face, "From today onwards, drinking water must be compulsory."