Although he was injured, Song Yu's appetite was better than usual, perhaps because of the huge physical exertion.
After breakfast, Zhou Yanqing went out to throw out the trash, and saw a few people wandering furtively in the corridor of the surgical ward. He stood in the corner and observed for a while, guessing that these people should be reporters or self-media people.
The news of Song Yu's injury was on the hot search, so the news that he was hospitalized in the hospital could not be hidden, and someone would definitely find it here. Fortunately, there are protective doors on each floor of the inpatient department, and non-patients or family members cannot enter.
The people outside can guard against it, but the patients in the hospital can't. I don't know if it's for watching the excitement or for other reasons. Several patients have been wandering outside Song Yu's ward. . It's okay to close the door, but the sound insulation effect of the ward is not very good, the sound of pacing back and forth is very loud, making it impossible for people to rest.
Zhou Yanqing took out a pair of sleeping earplugs: "Mr. Song, wear these and sleep for a while."
"You really look like a doraemon." Song Yu couldn't help laughing, and added under Zhou Yanqing's blank eyes, "There's a four-dimensional pocket with everything in it."
Zhou Yan smiled embarrassingly. He didn't have any four-dimensional pockets. These things were accumulated slowly after understanding Song Yu's living habits.
Song Yu took the earplugs, but they didn't use them, because the two policemen and Meng Shiping who were in charge of investigating the case came.
After the policeman said hello, he went to the doctor to find out about Song Yu's actual injury, while Meng Shiping walked into the ward. He lowered his voice and said, "Han Jin hasn't spoken since last night. I don't know if he was stimulated." I still don’t want to plead guilty, but the surveillance footage clearly captured him and he was caught on the spot, so he can give a zero confession.”
Song Yu raised his eyebrows. Only he knew that the monitoring did not understand. When the two of them pushed and shoved at first, he led Song Yu into the blind spot of the monitoring. However, Han Jin "cooperated" more than he planned, so even if the whole process was filmed, it should not affect the police's judgment.
Outsiders were not allowed to be present when the notes were taken, so Zhou Yanqing and Meng Shiping waited outside the ward. Zhou Yanqing could feel Meng Shiping's gaze on him, but he pretended not to notice, and the other party didn't say anything.
In the ward, Song Yu explained the details of the case after explaining his personal information.
After asking a few simple questions, the older policeman changed the subject and asked, "Mr. Song Yu, as far as we know, the fruit knife that stabbed you was not brought to the scene by Han Jin, but You took it."
"The knife belongs to the company." Song Yu pressed the wound that suddenly started to hurt, and replied, "For the past two or three days, I always felt that someone was following me, and I felt a little uneasy. I took a knife that I usually use for cutting fruit to protect myself." He smiled helplessly, "I can't explain things like the sixth sense."
The policeman asked again: "Do you still remember when you took out the knife?"
Song Yu frowned, stared at a certain place and thought seriously for two seconds before answering: "Han Jin tightened my neck with a wire rope, I couldn't breathe on my own, and realized that my life was threatened, and then I With the last bit of strength, I instinctively took out the knife to resist."
The policeman nodded in understanding, and asked another question: "Then do you know what Han Jin's motive was for stabbing you?"
"I don't know. I haven't seen him since the hot search on the Internet." Song Yu shook his head, and didn't mention the text message, as innocent as he could be.
Given the solid evidence and Han Jin's reluctance to speak, the police could not ask much, so the inquiry ended quickly. Zhou Yanqing and Meng Shiping were not present, but they were also asked a few questions.
When the two returned to the ward, Meng Shiping wanted to say something, but Song Yu swallowed the words with a look of sluggishness, and only confessed: "The producer of "Returning to the Garden" program team wants to visit You, I pushed it, and by the way, I also pushed the recording schedule of the next episode, it’s better to leave the public eye for a while to cool down.”
As long as there are no other thoughts, there is no doubt about Meng Shiping's ability in terms of work, and Song Yu naturally has nothing to say.
"Gao Tong and Su Tingrui also called me," Meng Shiping said again, "They said they wanted to visit you."
"Push it all away," Song Yu said decisively, "Tell them that I will be discharged from the hospital in two days, so you don't need to bother making this trip."
"Well, there are too many people who want to visit you. If they all affect your recovery." Meng Shiping glanced at Zhou Yan again, and his tone was much more polite than usual, "Then Teacher Song will be hard on you here."
The infusion medicine probably had ingredients to help sleep. After Meng Shiping left, Song Yu couldn't resist the drowsiness and fell asleep after holding on for a while.
Zhou Yan guarded for a while, then received a call from Aunt Zhao, who came to ask about Song Yu.
Aunt Zhao recently learned to use the short video app, and also learned to use her mobile phone to surf the Internet. Zhou Yanqing knew that such a big event must not be hidden, so she briefly told her.
Aunt Zhao choked up on the other end of the phone and said, "Then I'll send you some blood-enriching soup."
Zhou Yan thought about it lightly, nodded in agreement, but didn't ask Aunt Zhao to send it over, Wen Wan couldn't do without people by her side. Of course, he can't do without people here, so he asked Aunt Zhao to cook the soup, and then entrusted Monica to help pick it up and send it to the hospital, and Monica readily agreed.
When it was close to meal time, Monica brought soup, but Song Yu hadn't woken up yet, she looked outside the ward with red eyes, and returned to the company regretfully.
After all, Song Yu was still in his prime. After sleeping all morning and eating lunch, he had recovered more than half of his energy, but the wound on his shoulder blade still hurt a little.
After eating, Zhou Yanqing went to throw out the trash, and a nurse walked into the ward for routine checkups. She looked at the wound, checked the indwelling needles, and even rearranged the neat things on the bedside table.
Song Yu took the initiative to ask: "There should be no problem, right?"
The little nurse covered most of her face with a mask, but her neck was already flushed. She wrung her fingers and said nervously, "No... no problem."
"That's good." Song Yu smiled at her again, "Do you have a Band-Aid?"
The nurse was surprised: "Are you injured?"
"No." Song Yu shook his head, "My assistant cut his hand."
The nurse seemed relieved: "Okay, then I'll give it to him later."
"Just give it to me." Song Yu said again, "Can you give me that sterilized iodophor swab?"
The nurse was puzzled, but the patient's negligible request was naturally satisfied, and the person in front of him was Song Yu. She immediately brought iodophor swabs and Band-Aids, and she also had a few pieces of paper in her hand.
Song Yu understood, and asked with a smile, "Do you want my autograph?"
The little nurse did not expect Song Yu to be so approachable, she nodded happily: "My colleagues and I like you very much, so I want a few of your autographs."
Song Yu took the A4 paper from the nurse's hand, thought for a while and handed it back: "Tomorrow, I will ask someone from my company to bring you my autographed photo and autographed poster, is that okay?"
"Of course!" The little nurse was flattered, and boldly asked softly, "There is one more thing I want to ask, that is... I have a WeChat account that I want to add to your assistant at the same time, but I haven't found a chance to talk to him... "
Song Yu raised his eyebrows in surprise, and said with a smile, "No."
The little nurse asked regretfully, "Why? Does he have a girlfriend?"
Song Yu smiled: "No, because he is mine."
"ah… "
The little nurse was in a daze when she left, and when she walked to the door, she remembered the most important thing and didn't say anything. She clenched her fists and said forcefully: "I will always support you!"
Song Yu: "Thank you."
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I have something to tell UUs in advance, and I'm sorry by the way.
In the previous article, I once said that there is no charge for this article during the serialization period, but I may have to apply for reverse V before the end.
Because articles with more than 300,000 words still have a chance to be on the homepage "today's must-read", and I want to use this list to strive for "listing", but the list can only be listed on V articles that are being serialized, so I can only Advance to V before the end.
But don’t worry everyone, it’s already finishing, and it won’t cost a lot of money to chase UU serialized.
Thank you for your understanding and support.