Chapter 2: Not dead, don't worry.
The corridor outside the clinic was already packed with people.
Flashes of light flashed one after another, Zhou Ai's fans' knuckles turned white as they clutched their cheering banners, and media reporters' cameras filled every gap.
When Zhou Ai pushed open the door, the noise almost blew the roof of the emergency department off.
He casually twirled a black baseball cap in his hand, his fluorescent-dyed hair hung down on the edge of the gauze, his face was uncovered, and white gauze was stuck to the seam between his brow bones, exuding a wild handsomeness everywhere.
"Zhou Ai! Look over here!"
"Is the wound serious? Will it affect the tour?"
"elder brother--"
"Zhou Ai, do you have anything to say about the accident?"
Amid the screams and flashes of light, Zhou Ai suddenly frowned. He raised his index finger and placed it between his lips as a gesture to silence himself.
"Shh-"
The crowd seemed to have been muted, with only the camera still making electronic beeps.
Zhou Ai passed through the wall of people who automatically made way for him, and his gaze passed over the crowd and fell on the door of Clinic No. 3.
Chu Yi was recording the medical history with his head down. His white coat fit him well, highlighting his figure. A silver-gray stethoscope hung around his neck, swaying slightly with his breathing.
He wrote quickly, his ballpoint pen making scratching sounds on the informed consent form, and the part of his wrist exposed by his sleeve looked dazzlingly white against the blue-black ink of the pen.
As if sensing the burning gaze, Chu Yi suddenly looked up.
The pair of eyes above the mask accurately captured Zhou Ai in the center of the crowd, and the pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip under the flashing spotlight.
Time seemed to be stretched into slow motion.
Later, this photo went viral on the Internet.
The security guards Xu Yang brought with him instantly isolated the crowd. Zhou Ai was the first to look away. Following Xu Yang's guidance, she walked towards the nanny car outside the emergency room.
Cameras and guns came up all at once. Zhou Ai's face was uncovered and she still had a calm expression. When one foot stepped onto the nanny car, she stopped instantly.
Everyone subconsciously held their breath. Zhou Ai turned sideways and looked directly at the camera of the nearest media outlet. "The tour will go on as scheduled. I won't die."
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"Oh, my ancestors—"
Xu Yang had finally managed to bring this prince back home, but this cash cow of his had nearly died. Thinking about it now, his heart still raced.
"Mr. Zhou called you over a dozen times but you didn't answer, so you called me."
Xu Yang handed the name on the phone screen to Zhou Ai and shook it for a moment. Finally, he stuffed the still-ringing phone directly into Zhou Ai's hand and said, "Ancestor, you explain it to Mr. Zhou yourself."
Zhou Ai picked up the phone, "Hello, brother."
Zhou Song's gnashing voice came from the receiver, "You still remember to answer the phone? I thought you were dead."
"I'm not dead, don't worry."
"Be careful, don't go too far and kill yourself. I won't be able to explain to Mom." After saying that, Zhou Song hung up the phone quickly.
Zhou Ai curled her lips when she heard the busy tone of the phone being hung up, stood up with an indifferent expression and returned the phone to Xu Yang.
"Is Mr. Zhou... Mr. Zhou angry?" Xu Yang carefully took the phone and asked uncertainly.
Zhou Ai turned around as if she hadn't heard anything and chased Xu Yang out by the collar. "I need to rest now. Goodbye."
“Oh my god…”
What responded to Xu Yang was the ruthless door panel.
The house was completely quiet. Zhou Ai took off the short-sleeved shirt with one hand and threw it casually on the sofa, revealing his thin upper body with broad shoulders and narrow waist. He was leaning on the sofa wearing only a pair of pants and holding a mobile phone.
The phone was full of greeting messages from acquaintances. Zhou Ai picked and chose the important ones and replied to them. Finally, she posted a circle of friends to show that she was still alive and well.
He completely let out a sigh of relief, leaned his head back on the sofa, closed his eyes and rested for a while before standing up and walking towards the bathroom.
The first thing Zhou Ai saw when he stood in front of the mirror was the gauze on his forehead. He carefully peeled off the surface of the gauze, revealing the true appearance of the wound.
Honestly, it's really nice.
Whether it is the wound or the person who sews it.
"Heh." Zhou Ai cried because of her own childishness. She roughly re-stuck the other side of the tape, took a quick shower, and lay down comfortably on the bed.
The endless rehearsals and singing practice, coupled with the stage accident, had completely exhausted him physically and mentally. He fell into a deep sleep as soon as he touched the pillow.
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