On the other side, Ye Wangchuan watched the girl's back disappear. The door of his room was slammed shut, and a smile appeared on his thin lips.
At this moment, his cell phone on the table rang.
Ye Wangchuan noticed the bottle of mineral water that Qiao Nian had left on the coffee table, from which he had only taken a sip. His eyes fixed on it, and he bent down to pick up his cell phone that he had thrown on the sofa, then looked down.
[Qin Si: Master Wang, are you and Sister Qiao done yet? We are going out to eat. Zhang Yang has a friend who opened a restaurant that is said to be delicious. Do you want to join us?]
Ye Wangchuan narrowed his eyes slightly, leaned on the sofa, crossed his long legs, and tapped on the phone with his white hands.
[Y: I’m busy.]
[Qin Si: You haven't finished your shower yet?]
[Qin Si: Sister Qiao didn’t reply to my message either.]
Ye Wangchuan put his hand on the phone, raised the corner of his mouth, and looked quite lazy. He didn't intend to reply him immediately. He flipped through other messages and took a look. He took a photo of the water on the coffee table and sent it to the girl with the black avatar.
Five minutes later, his phone vibrated again.
This time it was news from Qin Si again.
Qiao Nian’s profile picture was as quiet as a chicken, as if he hadn’t seen the message he sent, there was no movement at all.
This attitude of playing dead is... quite attractive.
The smile on Ye Wangchuan's face became more obvious. He leaned on his arm, held the phone in one hand and opened the WeChat message sent by Qin Si again.
[Qin Si: Sorry, I was careless!]
It was followed by a dog head emoticon.
… The dog’s head was also wearing a colorful wig, with a few glittering golden words on the side.
'The clown is actually me'!
*
"How is it, doctor? How is my artist?" In a hospital in Beijing, Jiang Li's manager was quickly following the doctor who came out of the ward with an anxious look on his face.
He only got the news half an hour after Jiang Li's accident and rushed over from the company.
When he arrived, Jiang Li had already been sent to the operating room for emergency treatment.
Fortunately, the operation did not last long and the patient was quickly pushed out and sent to the ward.
The doctor in charge of Jiang Li was a middle-aged male doctor. He was slightly overweight and looked a little unkempt in his white coat, but judging from his attitude, he seemed to be a good doctor who loved his job and was dedicated to it.
He was followed by Yang Cheng all the way, but he was not angry. He took the time to read the patient's examination report, took out a ballpoint pen from his chest pocket, made a mark on the report, and signed his name. He then took the time to look at his agent and said, "Are you the patient's?"
At his age, he seldom cares about gossip in the entertainment industry. He is either undergoing surgery or on his way to surgery every day, and he doesn't know many celebrities in the entertainment industry.
It's no surprise that he didn't recognize that the emergency patient he was treating was one of the top stars in the entertainment industry.
"I'm his agent."
"Agent?" The male doctor was stunned and looked him up and down, as if he had not yet realized the relationship between the patient and the person in front of him.
Jiang Li's manager reacted quickly and immediately changed his statement: "...I'm his colleague."
"Doctor, how is Jiang Li's health?"
The agent was particularly anxious.
The middle-aged male doctor probably realized that he had received a celebrity call, but he didn't react much. He said calmly, "He broke three ribs on the right side, had some soft tissue contusions all over his body, and sprained the ligaments in his left wrist... There's nothing else, so the situation is relatively optimistic."
When the agent heard him speak a string of professional terms, he only grasped the last part and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that he's okay."
(End of this chapter)