Before the screams fell, Feng Hao rushed to Ling Lang, and saw that he was curled up on the ground, his pupils contracted violently, his face was as pale as paper, and his shortness of breath seemed to be asthmatic.
"What's going on?" Feng Hao's voice was full of unprecedented tension.
The assistant was already panicking, "I-I don't know, but suddenly..."
Feng Hao didn't want to pick up Ling Lang by the waist, "Send to the hospital first."
Only then did everyone react, and they came up to help. The agent moved faster than Feng Hao. He had already driven the van to the door. He didn't know where to change a police light and put it on the roof of the car, "Get in the car!"
Feng Hao carried Ling Lang into the car without saying a word, suddenly thought of something, stuck his head out of the car and shouted, "Take what he just ate!"
"He didn't eat anything just now..." the assistant reacted halfway through, "He drank coffee! Cups!"
The manager had already kicked the gas pedal out. The assistant sealed the cup Ling Lang had used with a bag and got into another car. The two cars drove towards the nearest hospital, one after the other.
Ling Lang in the car stared directly at Feng Hao, but the focus of his eyes had long since been blurred, and his entire body was in an inexplicable panic.
"Hold on," Feng Hao hugged him tightly, Ling Lang's breathing became more and more difficult, and it seemed that he might be deprived of oxygen at any time to the point of suffocation, Feng Hao frowned, "Hurry up!" He raised his head and rushed to the driver's seat the broker shouted.
Where did the manager use his instructions, sound the siren, step on the accelerator to the bottom, and instantly overtake the two cars in front.
The van rushed straight into the emergency center. Upon seeing this, the trained medical staff immediately transferred Ling Lang to the flat car and quickly pushed him to the emergency room. All the way, the nurse's short voice could only be heard intermittently.
"Body temperature 36."
"Pulse 150."
"Breathe 40."
"Blood pressure can't be monitored."
The doctor opened Ling Lang's eyelids to observe his pupils, "What did the patient take before?"
"Coffee," Feng Hao remembered what his assistant had just said.
"Have you ever had a coffee allergy? What about milk?"
"No," the agent responded quickly.
"Any history of drug allergies?"
"nor."
The doctor quickly explained something, and a nurse rushed to prepare. The group pushed Ling Lang into the rescue center, and locked Feng Hao and his manager outside the door.
The assistant arrived quickly with a cup, which still had some coffee residue at the bottom.
"How?" she asked anxiously.
Feng Hao glanced at the door of the emergency room and shook his head, "Send it for testing first."
After the assistant left, Feng Hao continued to walk back and forth at the door of the emergency room. The manager couldn't stand it any longer and forced him to the stool, "Calm down."
He lowered his head inadvertently, and saw that Feng Hao's clasped hands were shaking slightly.
The manager has been with Ling Lang for more than ten years. Over the years, he has taken care of Ling Lang meticulously. His feelings for him have long surpassed the manager's feelings for the artist. For him, Ling Lang is like his child, while Feng Hao was the one who suddenly broke in and wanted to take away his child.
What's more, in the past ten years, secretly spying on all those who tried to approach Ling Lang and smothering any possible emotions in the bud was also one of his secret tasks. Even after the order was lifted, he habitually kept it. Vigilance of the past.
Under Feng Hao's high-profile actions, he even once suspected that the other party was using Ling Lang to gain the upper hand with ulterior motives. However, at this moment, his views on Feng Hao suddenly changed.
"Don't worry," the manager put his hand on the other's shoulder uncharacteristically, reassuring him like an elder, "Ling Lang will be fine."
"I once," Feng Hao raised his hand to his lips uneasily, "had a dog."
The broker was startled.
"It's a very beautiful golden retriever."
"It's smart, it's good, it never barks."
"One time later..." Feng Hao fell into painful memories, "He ate chocolate by mistake..."
"It stands to reason that a large dog will not die from eating a little chocolate, but it happens to eat a lot."
"At that time," his eyes drifted to the door of the emergency room, "it was just like that, with constricted pupils, difficulty breathing..."
The agent's hand on the opponent's shoulder began to exert force, and black lines fell on his forehead.
Feng Hao's voice choked, "I just watched it die in my arms, but couldn't do anything."
"Enough!" The manager grabbed him by the neck and shook it back and forth, "Ling Lang is such a noble person, you actually likened him to a dog? It's a pity that I was moved by you just now, you rotten person... "
"Please keep quiet in the hospital," the nurse said dissatisfied. "Don't just kill people in the corridor just because this is an emergency center."
The agent stopped his hands angrily, and didn't forget to give Feng Hao a stern look.
The rescue time is short, but every second is so long in the hearts of those who wait.
The emergency light finally went out, and as soon as the doctor went out, he was stopped by the anxious Feng Hao and his manager.
"How is he, doctor?"
"The patient's symptoms were initially judged to be anaphylactic shock."
"allergy?"
The doctor nodded, "Does he have any serious allergies?"
"Chocolate," the two said in unison, then looked at each other again.
"But he can't eat chocolate," the agent added. "We've always been careful about that."
"This will only be known after the test results come out."
"Is this disease serious? Will he be in danger?" Feng Hao was more concerned about Ling Lang's current situation.
"Allergies can be big or small. Some allergic reactions are just sneezing and a rash, but others can be deadly."
Feng Hao's heart twitched, "Then he...?"
"Thanks to you for sending me to the doctor in time this time, but you must pay more attention in the future."
The agent breathed a sigh of relief, "Then may we transfer the patient to another hospital?"
The doctor stopped, "Why?"
"He's a public figure, and I'm afraid of causing riots by staying here."
"Although the patient is now out of danger, in order to avoid accidents, I suggest that it is safer to stay in the hospital for observation."
Ling Lang had been transferred to the intensive care ward, and Feng Hao stayed by his side.
The door was quickly opened a crack, and the agent got in and quickly closed the door, "You must never go out, there are reporters outside."
Feng Hao had expected such a result. There were many eyes and ears on the set and in the hospital. It was impossible for such a big thing to go unnoticed.
"what did the doctor say?"
"As long as they are rescued, it will be fine." The manager came over to observe Linglang's complexion. Although his face was still pale, he was fortunately awake. "It should be observed for a day or two before he can be discharged from the hospital."
Feng Hao held the other's hand and rubbed his cheeks obsessively, "You really scared me to death."
Ling Lang slowly blinked his eyes, indicating to the other party that he was fine.
Feng Hao suddenly remembered, "What does the inspection report say?"
"Oh," the agent hurriedly showed him the test sheet in his hand, which was full of complicated terms and chemical formulas.
"Theobromine?" Feng Hao keenly caught one of them.
"And the content is not low," the agent said solemnly, "If there is no miscalculation, it should be chocolate with high purity."
Feng Hao's eyes sank, "Why is there chocolate in the coffee?"
The agent was also unable to answer this question, "I asked the assistant, she left for a short period of time after pouring the coffee. There were many people on the set, and it was possible for anyone to be close to Ling Lang's cup during that time."
"Does anyone know that Ling Lang is allergic to chocolate?"
"This is not a secret. In order to prevent fans from sending the wrong gifts, this information has been made public a long time ago, and even Baidu Encyclopedia can find it."
Feng Hao squinted his eyes, a moment of anger flashed in his eyes, the manager's attention was always on Ling Lang, and he didn't notice it at all.
The allergic reaction was fierce, but the stay was short-lived. In less than a day, Ling Lang had recovered seven or eight points, and his daily activities were basically safe. The next biggest headache was how to get out of the hospital safe and sound.
The agent checked the hospital carefully, and finally determined that there were reporters guarding any door. After the police intervened, these reporters disguised as sick patients, family members of sick patients, nursing staff, street vendors and funeral industry practitioners. Inside and outside the hospital, only to block Linglang and leave the hospital.
"Just cover it with a white cloth and push it out," Ling Lang thought very openly.
"Bah, bah," the agent spat three times in a row, "crow mouth."
"I have a solution," Feng Hao said, ringing the call bell, and a little nurse came in.
"I'm sorry, can I ask you one thing?" Feng Hao asked politely.
The little nurse is their fan, of course, nodded hurriedly, and didn't even ask what Feng Hao wanted to do.
"Can you lend me a mask?"
"Mask?" The little nurse was stunned for a while, and then saw Ling Lang, and suddenly realized, "You want to go out in disguise?"
Feng Hao smiled and nodded, admiring her quick perception.
After a while, the little nurse brought what Feng Hao asked for. He ruffled Ling Lang's hair, pulled Liu Hai down to cover his eyes, and put on a mask, and the whole person suddenly became a different person.
Only then did the manager realize that Ling Lang had just dyed his hair an exaggerated color, and masks such as masks were particularly inconspicuous in the hospital environment. At this moment, anyone who saw Ling Lang would think it was a young man who came to see a doctor with a cold.
"I'm responsible for diverting the media, you send the senior home," Feng Hao said to his agent, "If I'm here, the reporters won't notice you."
The agent really praised it as a good idea. The three of them struttingly chose the route of the main entrance of the hospital. Feng Hao walked at the front wearing sunglasses, but as soon as he appeared, he was surrounded by reporters.
"May I ask what happened to Ling Lang? Why was he rushed to the hospital?"
"How is Ling Lang's situation now? Is his life in danger?"
"Does this matter have anything to do with you? Some people say that anti-gay people deliberately poisoned and murdered. Is it true?"
Feng Hao casually asked the reporter's question, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ling Lang slightly arched his back, put his hands in his pockets, and walked out of the gate in a fluent manner. He knew in advance that even his acting skills were enough to deceive him.
At a distance of about two meters behind him, the agent followed him with his head lowered, Feng Hao attracted all the firepower of the reporters, so that no one found him.
Seeing Ling Lang successfully go out, Feng Hao breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to find an excuse to get out, he saw a man in a peaked cap and a windbreaker staring at Ling Lang without squinting, and walking straight towards him.
The man clearly recognized Ling Lang, and his eyes lit up with fierce fierceness. Feng Hao's intuition was not good, and then he noticed the infusion bottle tightly held in his hand.
"Be careful!" Feng Hao's voice resounded throughout the hospital hall. He wanted to rush over, but was blocked by reporters.
Ling Lang heard his cry, and when he turned around, he saw a stranger pulling the lid of the transparent glass bottle in his hand.
The man roared and poured all the liquid in the bottle towards Ling Lang.
"Go to hell! You pervert!"