Chapter 168 A good hand of cards, but you broke it to pieces
[I can't stop laughing. Is Cheng Yuhan really stupid or just pretending? Chen Ying just wants to drag Sister Song down. He doesn't really think Chen Ying is worried about Sister Song, right? He even told the top star about it.]
[Cheng Yuhan is not stupid at all. His main point is honesty. There is nothing wrong with just telling the truth.]
[I suddenly became a fan of Cheng Yuhan.]
Shen Ying was washing vegetables with her back to everyone, with a frown on her face. What kind of stupid teammate did she meet?
Song Zhiwei pouted and said, "My sister is upstairs on oxygen. If you're worried, go see her. No one's stopping you."
Song Zhiyuan had a severe altitude sickness.
My head feels dizzy and I'm not very clear-headed.
Just as Chen Ying was about to take advantage of the situation to ask, Zhang Rong had already asked, "Yuanyuan's altitude sickness hasn't subsided yet."
"No." Song Zhiwei shook his head.
"Then why did you come down? Why didn't you take care of Yuanyuan up there?" Zhang Rong and Song Zhiyuan had met privately at the Song family several times, but they didn't get too close on the show.
Song Zhiwei wanted to stay and take care of his sister.
My sister didn't want to drag everyone down because of her, so she drove him down.
"I'll go see what's going on with Yuanyuan." Zhang Rong poured a cup of hot water and went upstairs. She knocked on the door a few times, and after hearing a response from inside, Zhang Rong pushed the door open and walked in.
Song Zhiyuan had an oxygen tube hanging from his nose. He originally thought it was Song Zhiwei. After seeing who it was, Song Zhiyuan slowly sat up from the bed. Just as he was about to get out of bed, he was stopped by Zhang Rong.
Song Zhiyuan's face was pale and unsightly, and her hands and feet were icy cold. "Why is Sister Rong still here?"
"What's wrong?" Zhang Rong checked Song Zhiyuan's oxygen supply equipment and helped Song Zhiyuan adjust it up by one degree.
"Thank you for bothering Sister Rong to come and see me. It's nothing serious. I'll feel much better after some sleep."
Seeing that Song Zhiyuan's complexion hadn't improved after sleeping for a while, Zhang Rong raised her hand and touched Song Zhiyuan's forehead, which was slightly hot. "It seems like he has a fever. Let's ask the medical staff to take a look. Continuous altitude sickness is very dangerous."
Without waiting for Song Zhiyuan to refuse, Zhang Rong reacted quickly and went downstairs to inform the director team.
Hearing the sound, Song Zhiwei no longer had the heart to light the fire. He quickly ran upstairs. Even Shen Jingmo, who was stewing pork ribs in front of the stove, didn't know when he came upstairs.
The staff checked Song Zhiyuan's condition. The altitude sickness was a little severe, but fortunately it was not dangerous. The staff found the medicine prepared in advance in the medicine box and gave it to Song Zhiwei.
The program crew was also worried that someone might suffer from altitude sickness when coming to Tibet, so they prepared medicine, oxygen and other items in advance.
"Give Sister Song this glucose powder. It can quickly relieve the symptoms of altitude sickness. If she still feels unwell, continue with low-pressure oxygen therapy."
After the staff member finished speaking, he took out a box of medicine from the box and gave it to Song Zhiwei, "This is blue oxygen tablets, which can increase the oxygen content in the body and prevent altitude sickness. Give it to Sister Song tomorrow morning.
Let Sister Song have a good rest now. If you have any further questions, come to me."
After saying that, the staff left the room.
Chen Jingmo went downstairs and poured another cup of warm water and brought it over. Song Zhiwei took the water from Chen Jingmo, muttered a thank you, then poured glucose powder into the cup, stirred it a few times to mix it, and handed it to Song Zhiyuan.
Chen Jingmo and Song Zhiwei stood beside Song Zhiyuan's bed, and only felt relieved when they saw Song Zhiyuan drink half a cup of glucose powder.
Song Zhiyuan met their gazes and said softly, "You two should still have things to do. Go ahead and do what you need to do. There's no need to stare at me. I'm going to get some sleep."
After Song Zhiyuan finished speaking, she lay down naturally, pulled the blanket over herself, curled up on the bed with her back to the two of them, and looked at the small ball.
"I heard that Mr. Shen always kept a distance from the actresses on the set. It seems that this is false. Standing in a girl's room for so long is quite rude." Song Zhiwei whispered sarcastically to Shen Jingmo, but was afraid of disturbing his sister, so he didn't forget to secretly glance at the person on the bed after he finished speaking.
"Professor Song has been my role model since childhood. Now that Professor Song is not feeling well, it is only natural for me to show more concern. It has nothing to do with any relationship between men and women." Shen Jingmo replied in a low voice and strode out of the room.
He did not forget to look back at Song Zhiwei and said, "Professor Song needs to rest. I'm afraid you will disturb him if you stay in the room."
If you don't let him stay in the room, then don't leave anyone behind.
"You are a hypocritical man. Nothing you say is true. You can only fool those young girls in their twenties. My sister is an independent woman. She will never believe your sweet words." After saying this, Song Zhiwei did not forget to turn his head away and walked downstairs without looking back.
Shen Jingmo suddenly remembered that he was still stewing spare ribs downstairs and hurried downstairs.
[The top star and the movie star are just like elementary school students quarreling.]
[Zan Cong, when arguing, the IQ of a three-year-old is no more.]
Sister Song's altitude sickness was quite severe. Seeing her so frail was heartbreaking. She ended the recording early because she couldn't hold on any longer. She's supposed to rest well. After all, health is the most important thing. We'll have many more opportunities to see her in the future.
I've been there before, and the altitude sickness was incredibly uncomfortable. Luckily, I didn't have a fever at the time, but seeing that Sister Song has a slight fever, it's probably more serious.
We strongly suggest that the production team let Sister Song rest. Health is the most important thing. We don't ask for much. Just give Sister Song a shot. We will watch her even if she is sleeping.
After dinner was prepared, everyone sat down around the table.
"Do you want to ask Sister Song to come down for dinner?" Shen Ying asked cautiously.
I want to make up for the negative image I just created in front of everyone.
"It's better not to ask Yuanyuan to come down. Let Xiao Song bring food to Yuanyuan." They gathered together and everyone couldn't help but make noise for the camera.
Zhang Rong picked up her rice and put a little of each dish on it. Seeing that there were still several dishes left, Zhang Rong picked up the bowl that Chen Zhe had not used, put a little bit of each dish on it, and then handed it to Song Zhiwei.
When Song Zhiwei brought the food up, Song Zhiyuan just woke up, "Sister, eat something first."
"Sister, you are not feeling well now. Why don't I tell Ma Tao to suspend the recording tomorrow?" Song Zhiwei asked cautiously, trying to get his sister's opinion.
Song Zhiwei didn't dare to make any decision on his own regarding Song Zhiyuan's affairs.
"I'll rest for a night and decide based on the situation tomorrow." Song Zhiyuan neither agreed nor rejected Song Zhiwei's proposal.
"Go downstairs and eat quickly. Don't keep everyone waiting too long." Song Zhiyuan drove Song Zhiwei out of the room.
Everyone was making a lot of noise at the dinner table. After dinner, everyone who hadn't been together for a long time even started to play games. Only Chen Jingmo and Song Zhiwei were absent-minded, worried about Song Zhiyuan upstairs.
As a result, during the mixed Landlord game, Shen Jingmo repeatedly made the wrong cards. His teammate Cheng Yuhan helplessly held his forehead and said, "Teacher Shen, we could have easily won. You messed up a good hand."
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