It turns out that Lin Yao is really afraid of injections.
Although the nurse inserted the thin needle into her skin quickly and gently enough, Lin Yao was still very nervous.
His cheeks were puffed up, his whole body was tense, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
"Relax, relax, don't be nervous."
Lin Yao's performance made the nurse a little nervous. She almost couldn't find the vein. After finally inserting the needle and adjusting the speed of the infusion tube, the nurse finally breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at Lin Yao:
"That's enough, you should rest well... Come on!"
The nurse pushed the cart out of the ward, gently closed the door, and immediately trotted back to the nurses' station. The other nurses couldn't wait to ask:
"How is it? Is it really Lin Yao?"
The nurse's face flushed with excitement: "It's her! It's Lin Yao. Wow, she's really beautiful, with such fair skin and a great figure. She's even prettier in person than in the photo!"
"Oh, is it really that Lin Yao?!"
"I love her so much! Why don't you want an autograph?"
"Oh, I was so nervous that I forgot to ask for an autograph! I'm telling you, Lin Yao is actually really afraid of injections. She's so cute when she's scared..."
Different from the excitement and bustle at the nurses' station, the atmosphere in Lin Yao's ward was quiet and a little depressing.
"Xiao Zhang, drive the car downstairs and take Assistant Fang back."
Mo Yan called the driver and implicitly ordered Fang Xiaole to leave.
"Don't bother the driver, I can go back by myself. It's not too far."
Fang Xiaole waved his hand and said to Lin Yao, "Then you have a good rest. I'm leaving."
Lin Yao looked at him, hesitant to speak, then glanced at Mo Yan again, and finally said: "Okay, you...be careful on the road."
"Well, Agent Mo, goodbye."
"Assistant Fang, take care. I'm really sorry to bother you today."
Mo Yan politely said goodbye to Fang Xiaole. When he left the ward, the smile on his face gradually disappeared. He turned and walked to Lin Yao's bedside:
"Lin Yao, are you hiding a lot of things from me?"
"No, Sister Yan, when have I ever hidden anything from you?"
Lin Yao avoided Mo Yan's gaze and forced a smile.
Mo Yan stared at Lin Yao, and suddenly stepped forward and pulled her collar down slightly, revealing her bruised skin.
"Hey, Sister Yan, you..."
Lin Yao was caught off guard and wanted to avoid Mo Yan's hand but it was too late.
Mo Yan leaned close to Lin Yao's back and looked down through the open collar. She saw the large, shocking bruise. Her hands trembled and she finally sighed.
"I knew it..."
Lin Yao lowered her head: "I'm sorry, Sister Yan."
"How did you get injured?" Mo Yan asked in a deep voice.
Lin Yao didn't say anything.
"It's related to Assistant Fang, right?" Mo Yan suddenly said, "If you don't tell me, I'll ask Fangfang."
Lin Yao had no choice but to briefly describe how she got injured.
"So it was Assistant Fang who indirectly caused your injury?"
Mo Yan frowned, thinking back to Fang Xiaole's behavior just now, and asked again: "But he didn't seem to know that you also had a back injury. You didn't tell him?"
"It's not a big deal, why bother others." Lin Yao whispered.
"He caused you to get injured. If you tell him about your injury, you're disturbing him?" Mo Yan looked at Lin Yao, frowning even deeper.
"He knew I had a sprained ankle, but he still ran around to take care of me, didn't he? He even bought me some pork bone soup tonight, and..."
Lin Yao raised her head to argue, but found that the more she spoke, the uglier Sister Yan's expression became, so her voice became weaker and weaker, and finally she closed her mouth.
Mo Yan sat on the edge of the bed, took out a pack of ladies' cigarettes from her bag, took out a cigarette, then remembered that this was a ward, so she had to put down the cigarette.
After a moment of silence, she turned to look at Lin Yao, her voice a little low:
"Yaoyao, you've only been in the industry for a year, but you've already gained popularity that many artists might not be able to achieve even after more than ten years of hard work. Do you know why?"
Lin Yao looked at Mo Yan's expression and replied timidly, "I'm just lucky."
"No, it's because of your looks, your talent, and..."
Mo Yan paused and continued, "Your personality."
"But I've never pretended to be anything in front of others!" Lin Yao couldn't help but retort.
"I know that many artists' personas are fake, but you're not, that's why you have so many fans. But no matter whether the persona is real or fake, once it's established, it can't be broken. You probably don't know..."
Mo Yan took out a stack of documents from her bag and handed them to Lin Yao:
"In addition to arranging resources for artists, an agent's job also involves extensive analysis to determine the artist's development direction. Regarding your fan base, 61% are male. Do you know what this means?"
Lin Yao took the information and saw various data charts on it, which dazzled her. One of them was a survey on the gender, age, identity and income of fans.
Lin Yao looked at Mo Yan in confusion. She really didn't know that Sister Yan had done so much for her.
Seeing Lin Yao's expression, Mo Yan smiled and raised his hand to stroke her cheek: "This means that if you fall in love, your number of fans will likely decrease by more than half, and your popularity will also drop significantly."
"But I never thought of using these to make others like me. I just want them to like my singing."
Lin Yao bit her lip. In fact, she had more or less thought about what Mo Yan said, but she was still a little shocked when she really said it out loud.
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