The agent opened his sour eyes, why did he suddenly dream of things from a long time ago, he had already forgotten those past events, but in the dream, every bit of it was so clear.
How he wished that what happened in the past was also a dream. He could call Ling Lang loudly to make an announcement right away, and he was furious when the other party said that he didn't want to go. Unfortunately, such a scene can only exist in a dream now.
Since Feng Hao's eye injury, the agent felt that he was running to the hospital every day. He was more familiar with the hospital's structure than his own office, and even began to seriously consider the necessity of renting a long-term bed here.
When the agent arrived at the ward, he happened to bump into the attending doctor who had just come out of the room. Doctors with hopeful eyes like the agent have seen too many, but as a doctor in the intensive care unit, many times, he has to watch this kind of light fade a little bit with his own eyes.
"Doctor, how is he today?"
"According to your description, the patient has not eaten for at least 120 hours in the past. The only good thing is that he maintained normal drinking water while he was awake, which is why he is alive until now."
"He doesn't reject the drinking water we provide him, but if the water is mixed with glucose, his body will instinctively reject it, so we can only continue to maintain his life through infusion."
"Then..." The agent was at a loss for words, "That can't be like this all the time."
Looking at his anxious face, the doctor could only helplessly say, "Many people commit suicide by taking medicine, cutting their wrists, or jumping off a building, which can quickly end their lives, because even if these methods are painful, the duration is short-lived. ."
"And the hunger strike is a great test of a person's perseverance. He chose to go on a hunger strike and even resisted the intake of sugar in a semi-coma state, which shows that his determination to die is stronger than that of ordinary suicides."
The agent pursed his lips tightly, as if there was a piece of rust in the back of his throat, "... so what?"
The doctor shook his head, "The patient has no awareness of survival at all. I'm sorry we can't do anything about this non-physical cause."
The agent leaned against the door feebly, and after a long while he mustered up the courage to push the door open. Ling Lang still maintained the attitude he had left when he left last time. He didn't move at all, his expression was calm, as if he was just asleep.
The agent sat next to him, picked up the water glass on one side, dipped it in a cotton swab, and smeared a little bit on his lips.
After smearing and smearing, he suddenly felt sad, and slammed the cup on the table.
"Do you fucking think you are the loyal dog Hachiko? If Feng Hao is dead, you will go on a hunger strike for me? If you die on a hunger strike, will he be able to survive?"
"Whether you cry or make trouble, even if you announce another indefinite cessation of filming, or make me devastated, why are you willing to give up your life? Whoever is gone these days can't live the same, why not? You can't live without him?"
"Could it be that only Feng Hao is so important to you? After taking care of you for so many years, can I just sit here and watch you die?"
The agent covered his eyes sadly, "You ask me to believe you or not, I say yes, you say you need to be quiet, I say yes. Why the fuck do I believe in you so much? Why the fuck don't I stare at you? Egg!"
He walked cluelessly in the ward, "For more than ten years, you haven't lied to me once. I have trained you from a fledgling actor to a movie star step by step, but in the end your most realistic acting skills are actually using on me."
"Why am I so stupid, if I had known you would be like this, I would watch you day and night, why am I busy with Feng Hao's funeral? He is already dead, and you, originally What's the difference between being alive and being dead now?"
Tired of scolding, he slumped down on the chair and muttered, "There are only a handful of artists I have brought in my life, and the only ones who can remember their names are you and Feng Hao."
"I don't think I'm a good agent, but I did my best. I didn't expect that all the artists under me would end up like this."
His voice was getting lower and lower, and in the end only he could hear it, "If I had known this, I might as well not have signed that contract back then, or I would hold you in my hand as my daughter, but you only left me one sentence. Thank you."
The days passed mercilessly, and everyone slowly adapted to the new life. The entertainment industry was greedily absorbing new gossip all the time, and the number of outdated words that could not create news was also decreasing day by day.
As usual, the agent went to the hospital after leaving the company. The first thing he did was to draw water and wipe Ling Lang's hands and face. He knew that Ling Lang was a person who loved cleanliness very much, and even if he was in a coma, he would not allow his image to be messed up.
After wiping it clean, he started to massage Ling Lang's muscles again, and now he has done these things with ease.
"If you don't exercise, your muscles will atrophy. I won't help you. I'm afraid you won't even be able to walk when you wake up." Then the movement froze.
His thumb had clearly touched his middle finger, Ling Lang was so thin that he could hold his wrist with one hand, the manager's nose was sore, and he quickly suppressed this feeling.
"The doctor said that you are in a semi-conscious state now, your consciousness is awake, but your body doesn't want to wake up, it's okay, I'll wait," he said while pressing, "Since you can hear it, I'll tell you, you If you think I'm noisy, just tell me to shut up."
After moving Ling Lang's limbs, he sat on the chair next to him and spread out the newspapers he bought on the road.
"You haven't always liked reading newspapers. In fact, it's not bad for you to know some news about your peers. You don't mind if I read it to you. It's the same every day in this circle. eliminated."
The agent turned to one of the pages, cleared his throat and read, "Artist Wu Guanfeng is making his first comeback after the bombing. The champagne tower collapsed unexpectedly at the welcome dinner and accidentally cut his left foot... How can he touch anything bad? superior?"
After putting down the newspaper, he thought for a while, "No wonder I met a reporter at the door today. It turns out that he was also in the hospital. For the sake of him visiting you before, I will also visit him. You lie down and I Be back in a while."
The agent went to the main station of the inpatient department to find Wu Guanfeng's bed number, and followed the number to find it.
Wu Guanfeng's ward could not be called a ward. It was completely a vegetable market. Before the agent arrived at the door, he heard the people inside shouting loudly.
"I'm also a frequent visitor here. If you don't give me a VIP 20% discount, why don't you even have a single room? Do you want me to squeeze with other people?"
"Sorry, there are a lot of patients in the inpatient department recently. All the single rooms are full. Your injury is not too serious. You can be discharged after a day or two of observation."
The agent frowned, is it really okay to be so loud in the hospital? He walked quietly to the door of the ward, where Wu Guanfeng, agents, assistants, nurses, and even two reporters surrounded the room, and the "idlers" on the hospital bed next door acted as if these people didn't exist at all , let him say nothing.
The people inside were in a mess, and no one noticed his presence. Seeing that there were reporters, the agent gave up the idea of entering the house. He just walked away when someone asked, "Brother Feng, I heard that you called Feng Hao's last call before his death?"
The name came into the manager's ears, and he stopped involuntarily.
"Yeah," Wu Guanfeng admitted frankly in the house, "I did it, but it was for someone else."
"Help whom?"
"Why don't you ask?" Wu Guanfeng gave him a look that you don't know yet.
The reporter dragged the chair and moved forward, "Then, what did the two of them say at the time?"
"How do I know, I heard my brother's speech is true, but you also know how taciturn my brother is, it's just um, ah."
"I know." The idle person who had never made a sound on the next bed suddenly spoke up, startling everyone.
The reporter looked at him carefully, and suddenly shouted, "You are the driver who had the accident last time!"
The manager's heart froze. After the car accident, he had seen Feng Hao's driver, but at that time he was still wrapped in a bandage on his head.
"Oh~" Wu Guanfeng also turned his head and looked to the side, "So you are the driver of Junior Brother Feng. You are fine after such a serious car accident. You are really a fighter in Xiaoqiangzhong."
"So you were there during the last phone call between Feng Hao and Ling Lang?" This time it was a female voice.
The driver did not reply, indicating default.
"What did they say? Did they quarrel? Or...?" Everyone in the room focused their attention on the driver, but the driver turned to Wu Guanfeng with a blank expression. The latter suddenly realized something and shrank back suddenly. a moment.
"Don't look at me, I don't have such a good memory."
The reporter waved his hand quickly, "It's fine, it's fine."
The driver turned his head back again and looked straight ahead with a blank expression, as if he was reading a line mechanically, "Hey, what's the matter?"
Wu Guanfeng was stunned for a moment, and then replied, "It's me."
"why you?"
"It's not me."
"Why did you call me with this silly phone?"
Wu Guanfeng glared at him fiercely, "He borrowed it from me, he is really a good man."
The agent leaned against the wall of the corridor a little bit, and the conversation in the ward came clearly into his ears.
"I'm very worried about you, did I hit hard?"
"No, the doctor said I was hungry, and it has nothing to do with you."
"You'll be fine."
"And you?"
"I'm fine, I just miss you, I really want to see you."
"I am at the hospital."
"There are too many people, and I'm too handsome to get in."
"Ha ha."
"Where are you?" Wu Guanfeng asked this time.
"In the car."
"where did you go?"
"Airport."
"Are you leaving?"
"As soon as the matter is done, I will come back to you and wait for me to come back."
"I'm waiting for you."
"When I come back, I will definitely have a good relationship with my father-in-law."
The agent covered his mouth.
"Although I don't want to talk to you on silly phone," the driver's voice was still mechanized, "I love you."
The whole ward was silent, and before people could feel the happiness contained in these three words, they were forced to spoil the tragic ending. If they knew that the ending was so cruel, would anyone choose to start from the beginning
After a long time, Wu Guanfeng's voice sounded faintly.
"Me too."