The next day, Lin Yao was still unable to be discharged from the hospital. After another day of intravenous drip, her fever subsided and the inflammation of her tonsils disappeared. Only then did the doctor agree to discharge her.
He repeatedly told her not to walk with her feet and to apply medicine to the bruises on her back every day.
At this time, the wheelchair that Fang Xiaole bought for her came in handy. Under Mo Yan's supervision, Fangfang "pressed" Lin Yao into the wheelchair and pushed her all the way, just like taking care of a paralyzed patient.
Lin Yao felt very embarrassed. Fortunately, she was wearing sunglasses and a mask, otherwise it would be too embarrassing.
A small incident happened when she was discharged from the hospital. The nurses, who had been depressed for two days, came to her to ask for autographs and take photos, and anxiously asked her when her new album would be released.
Lin Yao felt a little embarrassed and felt that she had let her fans down, so she asked to record a song as soon as she was discharged from the hospital.
Mo Yan contacted the owner of the recording studio and made an appointment to go there in the morning. Lin Yao also sent a WeChat message to Fang Xiaole.
It just so happened that Li Wan informed that preparations for recording the third episode of Super Challenge would begin tonight, and one day was enough to record a demo, so Fang Xiaole readily agreed.
Around 9:30 in the morning, the two met again in the recording studio.
"You look much better. Is your throat better? How are your feet?"
As soon as they met, Fang Xiaole looked at Lin Yao's face with concern and asked about her injuries.
"Everything is fine now. It's all because the wheelchair you bought is so comfortable. I don't want to get up after sitting in it."
Lin Yao replied with a smile, and playfully leaned back, making a Ge You-like pose.
"Sister Yao, watch your back!"
Fangfang quickly supported Lin Yao's shoulders with her hands to prevent her back from hitting the back of the chair.
"What's wrong with your back?" Fang Xiaole looked at Lin Yao and then at Fangfang.
"Nothing, let's get started, both musicians and teachers are here."
Lin Yao looked composed, and it was obvious that the "performances" during this period had greatly improved her acting skills.
"By the way, this is the wife cake I promised you."
Fang Xiaole handed the food box in his hand to Lin Yao.
"Wow, it's really wife cake!" Lin Yao held the food box happily and looked up at Fang Xiaole, her cheeks like peach blossoms and eyes like stars.
"Thank you, I'm very happy..."
"Hey, Sister Yao, don't you dislike eating these dry cakes and biscuits?"
Before Lin Yao finished speaking, Fangfang looked at the box of wife cakes and suddenly asked curiously.
Fang Xiaole looked at Lin Yao in surprise, and the atmosphere fell silent for a moment.
"No, I've just been loving eating it lately." Lin Yao's ears flushed red as she patted Fang Fang in panic, "Push me over quickly, don't keep the musician teacher waiting for too long."
"Oh." Fangfang touched her arm which was a little painful from being hit, and pushed Lin Yao over.
Fang Xiaole looked at Lin Yao's back and fell into deep thought.
"Assistant Fang is here? Sorry to bother you."
At this time, Mo Yan walked in from outside, holding a bag with several bottles of drinks in it. She politely thanked Fang Xiaole and handed him a bottle.
"Come, drink some water. You've worked so hard."
"Thank you, Manager Mo, you're welcome."
Fang Xiaole also thanked him and took the drink with both hands.
Somehow, with the appearance of Mo Yan, the atmosphere in the entire recording studio suddenly became very formal and work-oriented. Fang Xiaole and Lin Yao no longer had any other communication except talking about the song.
Under the "supervision" of Agent Mo, the recording of the song went smoothly and was completed before noon.
After politely declining Mo Yan's obviously polite invitation to lunch, Fang Xiaole stayed to help the two musicians and Fangfang pack up the equipment in the recording studio, while Mo Yan pushed Lin Yao into the nanny car first.
"Miss Liu, I want to ask you something, is that okay?"
After packing up the musical instruments and recording equipment, Fang Xiaole said goodbye to the two musicians and walked out of the recording studio with Fangfang.
"Assistant Fang, what does you want to ask?" Fangfang looked sideways at him as she walked.
"During the recording session that day, besides spraining her ankle, did Lin Yao suffer any other injuries?"
Fang Xiaole asked in a low voice.
Fangfang suddenly stopped and looked at Fang Xiaole with a complicated expression. She turned her head and whispered:
"Sister Yao's back is actually pretty badly injured too. It's covered in bruises. It was when she hit the car door...Sister Yao won't let me tell you."
Fang Xiaole fell silent and looked at the nanny car parked on the side of the road, but the doors and windows were closed and she could not be seen inside.
"Thank you. I'll be leaving now. Bye."
"Oh, Assistant Fang, take care."
After watching Fang Xiaole leave, Fangfang also got into the nanny car.
"Is there something?" Mo Yan asked Fangfang casually. She had just seen Fangfang and Fang Xiaole talking.
"It's okay. Assistant Fang asked when we can hear the demo of this song."
Fangfang smiled at Mo Yan, then looked at Lin Yao, her face calm but her heart beating faster.
"Lin Yao, are you tired? Go back and rest."
Mo Yan glanced at Lin Yao who was quietly looking out the car window, and without saying anything else, told the driver to drive.
"Yeah, okay."
Lin Yao agreed softly, took another reluctant look at the figure standing there, turned around and sat down, with a slight smile on her lips.
He seems to be looking over here all the time. Is he looking at me?
Fang Xiaole was indeed looking at Lin Yao.
Although the opaque dark window of the nanny car separated them, making it impossible for him to see Lin Yao, he somehow knew that Lin Yao was looking at him at that moment.
After watching the nanny car slowly drive out of sight, Fang Xiaole withdrew his gaze, but still did not move.
It turned out that Lin Yao's back was also injured, and from Fangfang's words, the injury on her back was not light.
Was it because he jumped up to catch the gun and hit the car door after landing?
Fang Xiaole lowered his head and slowly walked to the bus stop across the street.
He suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and difficulty breathing, so he leaned against the railing of the bus stop, lost in thought.
"Young man, are you okay?"
An auntie asked kindly when she saw that his face was pale and his body seemed a little unstable.
"No problem, thank you."
Fang Xiaole smiled and expressed his gratitude.
"Don't be so depressed, young man. It's just a broken heart, right? Work hard to make money. If a girl looks down on you today, you'll make her out of your league tomorrow!"
The auntie obviously saw the scene where Fang Xiaole came out with three women, but they got in the car and left him behind, so she quickly imagined a TV series about not bullying the poor young man.
At this time, several buses arrived at the station one after another. The kind-hearted woman quickly boarded one of them and encouraged Fang Xiaole before getting on: "Come on, young man!"
Fang Xiaole was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and waved at the aunt.
As several buses left, many people left the bus stop, and Fang Xiaole sat on a bench that had just been vacated.
After that, several buses came, including one that passed by the rental house, but Fang Xiaole still sat on the bench without moving.
After a long time, he finally took out his mobile phone from his pocket and found Lin Yao's WeChat.
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