"Hey, where are you going?" Ning Mu asked.
“On the set.”
Ning Mu rolled her eyes when she heard these two words. She really has become Mr. Tang's fangirl! She is truly a fan!
Shang Shiyu took a taxi to the set of "Amnesia City". As if the incident just now had never happened, the set returned to its orderly state and everyone was concentrating on filming.
She looked everywhere for Yun Ling, but she was not there at all. She must have gone to the hospital with Tang Wei.
She suddenly felt like a headless fly, and finally had no choice but to go find the director who had just finished shooting a segment and was waiting for a scene change.
"Director, I'm from CCV TV station, this is my business card. May I ask if you know..."
"I don't know! I don't know! I don't know anything about Mr. Tang!" The director waved his hand to interrupt her. It seemed that the media had already come to the scene.
Shang Shiyu ignored the other party's ugly expression and asked shamelessly and persistently: "Do you have his phone number? I don't ask anything else, I just want his phone number."
"Mr. Tang's phone number?" The director laughed and looked at her as if he was watching a joke. "Little girl, are you sure? Who do you think Mr. Tang is? You can get his phone number whenever you want?"
"I beg you!" Shang Shiyu handed over the iced coffee he had just bought, and said kind words in a low voice, "I won't disturb him. I just want to know how his condition is now."
"Hey, staff! What are you doing? You don't care about the strangers entering the set! Xiao Liu, come here! Get her away from me!" The director was about to start shooting and was a little impatient with her pestering him, so he called someone over.
All of Shang Shiyu's requests were completely ignored. She was dragged out of the set by two men.
She fell to the ground, the gravel on the ground rubbed into her palms, making them bleed. Above her head, the sun was scorching, making her dizzy.
She seemed to have lost all her strength, sitting on the ground in a mess, unable to get up. Her hollow eyes stared at her broken palms, and tears suddenly fell uncontrollably.
In the past, he was always within her reach. With just one phone call, even if it was across a city, he would suddenly appear in front of her like an angel.
But now...
She had no way to just hear his voice or know his number.
When he really didn't want her anymore, she couldn't do anything...
She couldn't enter his world at all.
But what to do? She still wanted to know if he was okay now.
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When Lan Xiao received a call from Shang Shiyu, he was frightened by the suppressed sobbing on the other end.
"What's wrong with you?" He stopped the meeting and waved his hand to let the artists go out first. He walked to the window and asked again: "Who in your station bullied you?"
"… Do you know Tang Wei's contact information?" Shang Shiyu sobbed. She didn't want to cry in front of outsiders, and she had never shed a tear in front of Lan Xiao. She was always heartless when she was with him. However, at this moment, it was difficult for her to hold back.
"Why is it him again?" Lan Xiao felt strange. "Why are you crying? Is it related to him?"
"Lan Xiao, can you get his phone number?" Shang Shiyu did not answer, but asked stubbornly.
Lan Xiao saw that she was a little out of control, so he didn't want to ask any more questions. He just said, "I don't have it, but I can help you think of a solution. But first of all, he is a rather mysterious person. Although we are almost in the same industry, he rarely interacts with people in the same industry privately. So the number he got might be a business phone number, and the person who answered the phone might not be him."
"Why, did he piss you off?" Lan Xiao frowned. Her sobbing made him a little upset.
"Don't ask anymore. Just help me think of a solution. I'll be waiting here."
"How on earth did you..." He wanted to ask her about her situation, but she seemed very anxious. Before he could finish his question, she hung up the phone first.
there.
Shang Shiyu held the phone tightly and sat on a bench by the road. She was sweating profusely under the sun, but she seemed to be unaware of it. All her energy was focused on the phone call at the moment, and she only prayed that Lan Xiao could help her.
Five minutes seemed like half a century of waiting.
When her cell phone rang again, she answered it almost immediately. Lan Xiao's voice rang out, "Please remember the number."
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Tang Wei felt heavy all over.
Her eyelashes moved, and finally she opened her heavy eyelids. In front of her were faces full of worry. Yu Sheng, Tang Song, Yun Ling.
"You finally woke up!" Yun Ling stepped forward and held his hand. In such a hot summer, his palm was icy cold without a trace of temperature.
"How long have I slept?"
"It's been five hours." Yun Ling's voice was a little choked up, "You scared me to death!"
"I'm fine." Tang Wei said tiredly. He glanced at Tang Song, whose eyes were solemn, but he just said, "Well, he just didn't sleep well and was too tired. He just needs to have a good rest."
Tang Wei opened his mouth: "Grandpa's side..."
"Don't worry about them. I haven't contacted them."
Tang Wei felt relieved and nodded.
He glanced at Yu Sheng, who was standing beside him with an equally solemn expression, and ordered, "Ask the driver to take Miss Lin back."
Yun Ling shook her head desperately, "I won't leave until you wake up. I won't leave."
"Ms. Lin, you'd better leave here. My fourth brother is very tired now and is really not suitable to deal with any patients."
Yu Sheng also said, "Sixth Master is a doctor, Miss Lin should listen to the doctor. Be good to Fourth Master."
Yun Ling was extremely worried, but seeing Tang Wei's weak eyes closing again, she could only get up and leave. Before leaving, she did not forget to tell the nurses to take good care of him.
Yu Sheng sent Yun Ling out.
Tang Song looked at the back, put his hands in his pockets, and curled his lips, "Not bad, he is very attentive to you."
Tang Wei half opened his eyes and smiled bitterly, "I'm already so sick, and you still have the heart to make fun of me?"
Tang Song pulled a chair and sat down beside the bed. He straightened his face and said solemnly, "Your body... may need a second transplant. You should be mentally prepared."
Tang Wei's breathing became heavier. "If you do it, when will chemotherapy start?"
"It depends on your physical condition. It's still in the observation stage. It may be necessary. Maybe the situation will get better."
Tang Wei's gaze fell to the window.
Maybe it will get better...
This 'maybe' has never appeared in his illness.
It is hard to see hope when fighting against death.