Chapter 152 Shen Jingmo, why are you in my house?
When Song Zhiyuan hurried to the hospital, it was already late at night. Due to the intervention of paparazzi and reporters, the hospital had strengthened its security facilities.
Song Zhiyuan did not see Song Zhiwei in the ward. After asking the nurse, she found out that Song Zhiwei came to the top floor.
The sparse stars overhead hung high, surrounding the moon's shadow. Song Zhiyuan spotted a thin young man sitting on a bench from afar. Carrying a crayfish, he naturally sat down next to Song Zhiwei. "Are you worried about your throat again?"
"No, I'm just a little nervous about the surgery." Song Zhiwei was very worried about postoperative complications, but he just didn't want his sister to worry about it too.
Song Zhiyuan handed the crayfish to Song Zhiwei and said, "I've asked the doctor, and you can eat less now.
I've contacted an ENT specialist in the capital, and he said that as long as you rest well, the chances of postoperative complications are very low, so you shouldn't put too much pressure on yourself right now."
"I don't put too much pressure on myself. I'm just annoyed by being disturbed by those paparazzi." Song Zhiwei was panicked, but he pretended to be calm on his face, not wanting to worry his sister.
Song Zhiwei ate crayfish and looked at Song Zhiyuan. "Sister, you must be exhausted after a busy day. I don't have anything to do here. You should go back and rest early."
"I've taken a leave of absence for tomorrow and the day after tomorrow to accompany you in the hospital." Song Zhiyuan worked overtime today to finish all the work for tomorrow.
"Wouldn't that delay my work time?" Song Zhiwei said this with a hint of smugness in his eyes.
The ward where Song Zhiwei is currently staying has been exposed by paparazzi, and there will be paparazzi or fans who will continue to watch him. In order to prevent them from disturbing Song Zhiwei's rest, Song Zhiyuan contacted the director of the inpatient department to help Song Zhiwei readjust the ward.
Song Zhiwei had just moved to the new ward and was knocked on the closed door several times.
It was so late, well past the nurse's rounds time. Song Zhiyuan suspiciously went forward to open the door, only to see Tao Ran and Song Jin standing outside, exhausted. "Mom and Dad, why are you back?"
"We just wrapped up today, and when I came back I heard the news that the brat was in the hospital. How is he?" Tao Ran poked his head into the ward.
"Don't worry, it's not a serious illness." Song Zhiwei played with his mobile phone with his legs on the quilt.
Tao Ran has always been very busy with work. Once a movie starts shooting, he stays on the crew for several months in a row, and especially neglects to take care of Song Zhiwei.
"Such a big thing, and you didn't even tell your family." Tao Ran scolded, but his tone was full of heartache.
Song Zhiwei hated this kind of atmosphere the most. He scratched his head nervously and said, "It's not a big deal. It's just a minor operation."
"A minor operation is still an operation." Song Zhiwei's job is too special. Even though it is just a minor operation, if he doesn't recover well, it may ruin Song Zhiwei's future singing career.
Song Zhiwei has dreamed of becoming an excellent singer since he was a child.
"Mom, don't worry too much. The doctor said it's nothing serious. You just came back from the mountains and must be exhausted. Go back and rest early." Song Zhiwei pushed Tao Ran out. He hated sentimentality the most.
"Your sister has been busy at work all day and must be exhausted. Let your sister and your mother go back and rest. I'll stay here with you." Song Jin felt sorry for his wife and daughter working hard in the hospital, so he took the initiative to take on the responsibility of staying by their bedside.
In my father's heart, there is only a place for my sister and mother, and he, his biological son, seems to be an accessory.
Song Zhiwei was already used to it, and rolled his eyes and said, "You all should go back, I'm fine here alone."
Song Jin seemed to be waiting for his son to say this. Hearing this, Song Jin followed suit and said, "Okay, then we will all go back and rest, and come back tomorrow."
"Let's go." Song Zhiwei waved at them.
In the end, Song Jin stayed to keep her company.
Song Zhiwei's surgery is scheduled for tomorrow. Tao Ran and Song Zhiyuan came early in the morning and Song Zhiwei underwent preoperative examination.
Song Zhiwei took a deep breath nervously, and the medical staff beside him comforted him, "Relax, our Director Wu is the best expert in this field. He has never failed in any surgery he has performed. This is just a minor operation, so there is no need to worry too much."
What Song Zhiwei was nervous about was not the operating table, but the fact that the postoperative complications would damage his voice and make him unable to sing in the future.
"Don't worry, nothing will happen." Song Zhiyuan patted Song Zhiwei's hand.
Song Zhiwei just nodded perfunctorily.
Accompanied by Song Zhiyuan and his parents, Song Zhiwei was pushed into the operating room.
The long corridor was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and an hour seemed particularly long. Song Zhiyuan stayed by Tao Ran's side, comforting his shoulders.
In August, on a sunny afternoon, the summer heat is less intense, and cicadas chirp happily on the treetops.
After the operation, Song Zhiwei rested in the hospital for a week. Only after all the examinations met the standards did the doctor allow Song Zhiwei to be discharged.
Before leaving, the doctor reminded me, "The throat incision is healing well, but you should still eat light food during this period. Remember to use your throat less to avoid further tears. Remember to come for regular checkups every week."
"Thank you for your help, doctor." After thanking the doctor, Song Zhiyuan took his packed luggage and left the hospital one after another with Song Zhiwei.
The doctor now advises Song Zhiwei to speak less. Song Zhiwei said in a nasal voice, "Why didn't my parents come to pick me up? Did they go to work again?"
These two people are workaholics and often left him and his sister at their grandmother's house when they were young.
Song Zhiyuan threw the luggage into the trunk and then walked around to the driver's seat. "To welcome you out of the hospital, your parents are cooking at home and preparing a lot of delicious food for you."
Hearing this, Song Zhiwei looked much better.
When they arrived at the door of the house, Song Zhiyuan realized that he had forgotten to bring his keys. Song Zhiwei stretched out his arm and rang the doorbell. He didn't know what the two were doing. The doorbell rang for a long time before he heard someone and came to open the door.
The moment the door opened, Song Zhiwei's face instantly fell, and he said in a nasal voice, "Chen Jingmo, why are you in my house? What are you planning?"
Song Zhiwei's pronunciation was unclear, and after talking for a long time, he sounded more like a babbling child.
Shen Jingmo was wearing an apron, looking more like the master of the house. Shen Jingmo naturally made way for him and greeted him gently, "Professor Song."
Song Zhiyuan went directly from the government building to pick up Song Zhiwei from the hospital, but she didn't know that Shen Jingmo was actually at home.
Song Zhiyuan was not too surprised.
Shen Jingmo had just debuted not long ago and had filmed a movie with his father, so he must have come to see his father.
Actors who have worked with his father often interact with him. Song Zhiyuan is not in the entertainment industry, and those are his father's connections, so Song Zhiyuan never pays attention to them.
Seeing that there was no movement at the door, Tao Ran couldn't help but come over to check, "Why don't you come in, kid? You're standing outside in the sun."
Tao Ran pulled Song Zhiwei into the room. Song Zhiwei's eyes were fixed on Shen Jingmo, and he said vaguely, "Why is he here?"
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