Chapter 15 Weird Kid 15
The consequence of a passionate performance of turning back is...
Yan Xia was taken into the ambulance.
Also going with them were Feng Lele and Yi Jingchen's groups. After spending a few days together, they had developed a strong bond. The two children were very worried about their friend's health.
Especially the little boy Yi Jingchen who witnessed the whole process. He was first startled by the person who suddenly appeared, and then he saw his favorite big brother fall down with a thud. His young heart had to endure things that he shouldn't have to endure at his age, so much so that the child is crying and his eyes are still red, which is so pitiful.
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The medical conditions in the hospital in the small county town were not very good. Yan Xia was surrounded by a group of people and underwent a rough examination. The result was of course that there was no problem.
Yan Xia originally thought that this unexpected incident would come to an end here, but Director Shang Changming, the general manager of the program group, was full of distrust towards the hospital in the small county town and was skeptical about the results of the examination. After a phone call, he directly finalized the schedule for Yan Xia and his group tomorrow.
The two of them do not need to participate in the recording tomorrow morning. In the morning, they will be sent directly to a nearby big city by the program staff for a comprehensive examination.
Yan Xia didn't want to make any trouble, and he didn't want to cause a bunch of people to make trouble around him. He knew very well that he didn't have any problems, and if there was a problem, it could be solved by just restarting with a single click.
But other people didn’t know, especially when facing Director Shang’s strong and cautious eyes, Yan Xia silently compromised.
It is a good thing to pay attention to safety, but some program teams cannot do it.
We returned to the village in the program crew's own van. The live broadcast recording had been turned off when the ambulance arrived. Without the cameras, everyone was obviously more at ease.
Yan Xia sat in the back row next to Feng Lele and his brother, while Feng Jianxian and Yi Lixiao and his son sat in the front. Little Yi Jingchen was probably tired of crying and had fallen asleep in Yi Lixiao's arms.
Halfway through the journey, Yan Xia had already accepted Feng Lele's loving inquiries and care 108 times. The 109th time did not come because his old father Feng Jianxian took over the chat.
Feng Jianxian turned his head and looked at Yan Ji: "I remember you are from Ningxiu City, right?"
Yan Ji: “Yeah.”
Landed there, I guess.
Feng Jianxian continued speaking, his tone slightly casual, "I heard that there is a Qing'an Temple in Ningxiu that is particularly spiritual?"
Yan Xia understood the underlying meaning: “…………”
In the eyes of outsiders, he not only has potential health problems, but also seems to be possessed by evil spirits.
After Feng Jianxian asked the question seemingly casually, he touched his nose and felt a little uncomfortable. God knows if he was really a little scared.
I have lived for more than fifty years, but this is the first time I have seen someone stand up like a spring when waking up, and walk a few steps in the opposite direction. It looks like something has taken over and is not familiar with the body.
Thinking of this, Feng Jianxian couldn't help but shudder.
Eh... I can’t think about it, I can’t think about it. The more I think about it, the scarier it gets.
Feng Jianxian used his imagination to identify the key words. Feng Lele spoke before Yan Xia could answer, "Dad, you want to go to worship Buddha again, right?! Mom has told you that you are superstitious. If you go again, you will have to sleep in the study room!"
“……”, the car was silent for three seconds.
This kid is easy to get along with. No matter what happens at home, he tells it the truth.
A seven-year-old child does not understand the underlying meaning behind what adults say and only interprets it based on what he hears.
"Mom said we'll go home as soon as we get off the plane. If you want to go to the temple, I'll tell her!"
Feng Jianxian smiled awkwardly: "No, no, I just asked casually, I don't want to go."
Feng Lele snorted and reluctantly let his old father who was begging for mercy go.
After watching the play up close, Yan Xia's lips curled up slightly and he felt like laughing. No wonder people thought he was possessed by evil spirits.
Judging from Feng Lele's proficiency in getting key words, his father must have worshipped at least eighty Buddha statues.
No one mentioned this topic again for the rest of the time. It remains to be confirmed whether Ningxiu's Qing'an Temple is effective.
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As the car drove towards the village, many houses had their lights on; the electricity had been available long before they had been away.
When Yan Xia stepped over the familiar courtyard gate, he found that the usually quiet aunt's house had become much more lively, and voices of talking could be heard from time to time.
When they got closer, the people who were talking in the room saw Yan Xia and the other person returning through the open door. The moment their eyes met, the talking stopped abruptly.
Then Yan Xia watched as the other party involved in the accident came towards him with a basket. The voice came out before the person arrived.
"Oh, you're finally back. How are you? Is anything serious? I'm so sorry, little brother..."
He mumbled a lot of things, some of which were addressed to Yan Xia and some to Yan Ji.
After finishing the job, he handed a big fruit basket to Yan Xia. After the Chinese New Year's Eve, the village once again welcomed the quarrelsome scenes that only occur during the Chinese New Year.
Just a man in his thirties and a seven-year-old, the scene was weird no matter how you looked at it.
As the saying goes, 'Old ginger is still spicy'.
Finally, Xue Lulan dropped the basket and ran away, so fast that it seemed as if a ghost was chasing her.
Yan Xia stood in place and noticed with his sharp eyes that there was something else going on in this fruit basket. There was something similar to a red envelope buried underneath, which he hadn't noticed before.
How can I want this!!
Yan Xia exerted all his strength and sped up, then ran after him with the basket in hand, running as fast as if he was chasing a ghost.
As the saying goes, 'The pupil surpasses the master'.
Xue Lulan was still confused when she was stuffed into the basket in the same way again. On the way home, she thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure out why some children were so strong and fast and looked so healthy but were so timid.
After all the trouble, it was already past eleven o'clock when Yan Xia lay down on the bed.
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The next day, at 5:30 in the morning.
Yan Ji had just sat up when there was a knock on the door.
The door opened, and Tan Yi asked with a smile, "Brother Yan, are you done packing?"
Yan Ji: “…”
He remembered that they said they would leave at 6 o'clock yesterday.
Yan Ji paused for less than two seconds, "Not yet, wait a moment."
Tan Yi waved his hand: "It's okay, no rush."
Having said that, the man stood at the door and did not leave.
After the brief exchange, Yan Ji returned to the bedside, looked at the person who was sleeping extremely peacefully on the bed, and fell silent.
I set a goal of eight hours of sleep at night, but only six hours have passed.
After thinking for a moment, Yan Ji quickly packed up the things and...people in the room.
Tan Yi at the door only waited for about ten minutes before he saw two suitcases coming out, and Yan Ji holding a child behind the suitcases.
Their eyes met, and Yan Ji was the first to speak, "Not awake yet."
Tan Yi said "oh" twice and helped carry the suitcase downstairs.
The program crew's car was parked on the side of the road not far away. The driver and Director Shang sat in the front row, and the recording of the other groups this morning was handed over to the assistant director.
After Yan Ji carried Yan Xia into the car, Director Shang turned his head and gave a questioning and nervous look.
"The child can't get up. He must have been in a lot of trouble yesterday." Tan Yi, who helped open the door, quickly explained to his boss.
Shang Changming nodded and said nothing more.
After the car left the village, the speed increased significantly.
The car was very quiet. Yan Ji held the child who was sleeping unconsciously in his arms, leaned his head slightly against the seat and closed his eyes to rest.
It takes about two hours to get from the village to the hospital, which is enough time for the child to wake up naturally.
The scenery outside the window moved quickly. When the car stopped at the parking lot of a private hospital, Yan Ji stared at his phone and fell silent, only an hour and a half had passed.
“…………”
Director Shang opened the back door and leaned over, "He's not awake yet. We're here now, we need to wake him up."
"Xiao Xia, Xiao Xia, get up! The sun is shining on your butt!"
Yan Xia, who was called, did not move at all. He looked like he would not be able to wake up even if his butt was on fire, let alone basking in the sun.
Yan Ji carried the person out of the car and said, "Let's talk about it after we get inside."
He just calculated that it should take only a few minutes.
Shang Changming didn't say anything. After a few seconds...
He moved.
He stretched out a finger and put it under Yan Xia's nose. He was just like the new mother.
Yan Ji: “…”
"Hahaha." Shang Changming smiled awkwardly and withdrew his hand.
Considering that there are still five episodes to record, there will be a lot of things to deal with, Yan Ji solemnly explained: "He has always been a very deep sleeper."
Shang Changming continued to laugh awkwardly, "I can see that."
It's not just more dead, it's even more dead. Of course, Shang Changming only thought about this in his mind and didn't say it out loud.
Yan Ji didn't say anything else. He walked into the hospital holding the person and looking straight ahead.
No one noticed that in a car not far from them, two men were holding cameras and smiling excitedly.
Shang Changming led a group of people straight to a doctor's office and knocked on the door.
The door opened, and a handsome man came out. He looked very much like the doctor friend that every male protagonist in a domineering boss novel has.
My friend pushed his glasses and said, "This is the kid. He can sleep well and hasn't woken up yet."
Yan Xia slowly regained consciousness, and before he even opened his eyes he heard someone talking about him.
The same voice just now sounded again, "That's all, everything is ready, just go directly." The friend handed Shang Changming a pile of lists.
So, when Yan Xia came to his senses, he was already in the pediatric department.
Who would have thought that after half a lifetime away from home, I would still be a pediatrician when I returned.
A comprehensive inspection took the whole morning.
Around twelve o'clock in the morning, in the same office.
A group of people gathered together and looked at a set of test results that couldn't be more standard. From the twenty or so blood tests to other large and small items, every item was within the normal range.
In the words of my doctor friend, this is exactly like what I learned in the book.
I have only seen adults being raised according to books, but I have never seen children growing up according to books.
As for the fainting incident, the doctor friend gave the following result:
The child is healthy, but his courage is probably not much bigger than a pinhole.
Yan.Zhenyan.Xia: "..."
That's fine.
If any accidents happen in the future, it will be an excuse.
Everyone had a happy ending, but Director Shang didn't seem to be too happy. When Yan Xia was confused, Yan Ji handed her a cell phone.
The mobile page lit up, showing a trending search...
#72 Hours guest Yan Xia passed away#
Yan Xia: “???????”
Yan Xia flipped through the blog post. The blogger wrote it in a very orderly manner, as if he had participated in collecting the bodies.
The accompanying pictures include screenshots of last night’s live broadcast, a sneak shot of his brother carrying him into the hospital this morning, and the most convincing one…
Director Shang put his finger under his nose.
Yan Xia looked at the photo: "..."
The blogger said that the person had already passed away at that time, and many marketing accounts even analyzed the post with full confidence.
Yan Xia was browsing when he saw that someone interpreted his behavior of waking up and standing up very quickly after fainting yesterday, saying that he was...
A flash of light.
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