This is official business and is completely different from private companionship.
The meaning of Mo Yan's words was very clear. She didn't want other men to have any contact with her artists beyond a work relationship.
"Sister Yan!" Lin Yao couldn't help but shout.
"Yaoyao, aren't you tired? Rest first. Don't worry, Sister Yan will accompany you tonight."
Mo Yan turned around and gave Lin Yao a gentle smile, then turned around and gave Xiao Le a formal smile:
"It's quite late. Assistant Fang, please wait a moment. I'll call the driver and have him take you home."
Fang Xiaole was about to speak when a nurse came in pushing a cart filled with infusion bottles and medicine.
"Bed 68, Lin Yao."
"Yes." Lin Yao answered, but her voice was a little shaky.
"You have two sets of fluids, one for inflammation and one for cooling."
The nurse hung the infusion bottle on the infusion stand next to the bed and connected the IV tube to the infusion bottle.
"Can I... not have an IV?"
When the nurse bent down with the syringe in hand to give Lin Yao an injection, she hid both hands in the quilt and refused to take them out.
"The doctor said your tonsils are severely inflamed and you need an IV."
The nurse tried to persuade her gently, but Lin Yao still refused to stretch out her hand, and her eyes were full of fear as she looked at the needle.
"I'm sorry, she's not usually afraid of pain, but something happened to her when she was a child, so she has a psychological trauma about injections and infusions."
Mo Yan explained to the nurse, who nodded in understanding: "It's okay, but you'd better try to persuade her. If it gets too serious, it might affect her throat."
"Okay, okay, please wait a moment."
Mo Yan turned to Lin Yao and said, "You heard it too. If you delay, it will affect your voice."
Lin Yao hesitated for a moment, but after looking at the syringe, she shrank back into the quilt.
"Lin Yao, if you take the IV drip obediently and recover, we'll continue recording the song tomorrow, and then..."
Fang Xiaole suddenly said, "I'll buy you some wife cakes."
Mo Yan suddenly turned around and looked at Fang Xiaole. If the nurse hadn't been there, she would have confronted him directly.
What right do you have to decide when my artist records songs?
Still buying wife cakes?
It’s so funny!
My daughter Yaoyao hates eating those biscuits and cakes the most.
"Then we have a deal."
Hearing Fang Xiaole's words, Lin Yao blinked and finally slowly stretched her hand out from under the quilt.
Mo Yan: “?”
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