Qi spirit

After the concert lasted for an hour, Han Yuling left the stage, leaving Ye Yaqi to sing the next solo track.

Under the leadership of several behind-the-scenes staff, Han Yuling returned to the lounge through the dark and narrow special passage. His personal assistant Xiao Jiong immediately invited him to sit on the comfortable recliner specially prepared for him.At the same time, an old gentleman in plain clothes was brought in. He walked briskly to the stool next to the recliner and sat down. He held up his presbyopic glasses with his left hand, and held Han Yuling's wrist with his right hand to feel Han Yuling's pulse.

"Doctor Hong, I'm sorry to trouble you to come here." Han Yuling said apologetically to his elderly personal doctor who had served him for several years.

"Haha." Doctor Hong chuckled a few times indifferently, then suddenly leaned over to Han Yuling, glared at Han Yuling with reproachful eyes, and said, "I'll be in trouble if you don't want me to come, if you want it to be like last time." If you suddenly summon your assistant over there, I'm afraid I'll be so worried on the way here." The originally gentle voice suddenly dropped.

"Yes..." Han Yuling lowered his eyelids in embarrassment, aiming at the ground, "I'm sorry..."

"If you don't think you're wrong, don't apologize." Dr. Hong sat up straight, his face regained the kindness of a slight smile, but his words were still full of lessons.

Han Yuling pursed his lips and remained silent. He subconsciously looked at Xiaojiong who was standing on the other side of the reclining chair.Xiao Jiong was watching the TV as if nothing had happened. The TV broadcasted the video from the live camera directly in front of the concert stage. Han Yuling thanked him for pretending not to hear Dr. Hong's precepts.

"You clearly know that your blood pressure and heart rhythm are unstable. When planning a concert performance, you should consider whether you can bear it. If I knew that you were doing those juggling, I would definitely not let you sing so many shows."

"Then I did sing a lot successfully, and it's not considered juggling..." Han Yuling couldn't help interrupting in a low voice.

"It turned out that something happened last time." Dr. Hong's tone was gentle, and he couldn't hear any emotional changes, but Han Yuling felt the force of his wrist suddenly tightened.

In the last concert tour two months ago, Han Yuling passed out when bowing to the audience with the musicians in front of the stage after the second enchore.As a result, there was a lot of news in the news, and it was reported that he was terminally ill. In fact, he was just physically exhausted, so today's final performance was temporarily changed to allow him to rest at halftime. Otherwise, he and Ye Yaqi would never have met Performing alone in front of the audience.

"Hanging wires is not juggling?" Dr. Hong let go of Han Yuling's wrist, and while speaking, he bent over and took out the blood pressure measuring equipment from the briefcase at his feet.

"Falling quickly from a high altitude and then hanging up is not juggling?" Dr. Hong continued.He skillfully used the blood pressure measuring instrument, but the process was not as calm as usual, but rather impatient.

Han Yuling realized that it was the first time he saw Dr. Hong get angry, and the person who made the doctor angry was himself.

Han Yuling and the doctor were not close or related, they were just an employer-employee relationship. Han Yuling felt sorry for making an old gentleman who had passed the retirement age worry about his work, so he didn't mind the doctor embarrassing himself in front of the assistant.

"Doctor, I'm sorry to make you worry about me." Han Yuling apologized sincerely. His apology just now was only perfunctory, and it was obvious that Dr. Hong heard it.

Dr. Hong glanced at Han Yuling, and a bitter smile rose from the corner of Laping's mouth.

"Isn't it right for me to worry about you? Are you apologizing like this, are you thinking in your heart that you don't want to notify me again if anything happens to your body?"

Han Yuling's mind was said, he didn't want to describe it more and more black, so he kept silent.

"Cough." Xiaojiong coughed dryly, and came to help the employer relieve the embarrassment at the right time.

"Doctor Hong, how is the teacher's condition?" Xiaojiong asked Dr. Hong politely.

Doctor Hong unhurriedly packed up the measuring instrument, stood up and said to Xiao Jiong, "Everything is normal, but there is still at least one hour left for the concert, right? May I suggest that you don't run out of time for this one?"

"This..." Xiao Jiong looked at Han Yuling helplessly.

Han Yuling stood up while leaning on the armrest of the reclining chair, and said, "I have the responsibility to give everyone who buys a ticket an experience worth the price of the ticket."

"It seems that my responsibility and your responsibility are in conflict." Dr. Hong sighed softly as he spoke. Seeing him looking up at himself, Han Yuling thought he still had something to say, so he waited patiently. As a result, Dr. Hong Just shaking his head, he picked up his briefcase and prepared to leave.

Han Yuling preempted Xiao Jiong to open the door for Dr. Hong, and as soon as the door opened, he saw the person in charge of the styling team waiting by the corridor.

"Doctor, please go slowly." Han Yuling said politely.

Dr. Hong stepped out of the door with one foot, but stopped suddenly, turned around and told me: "If you feel uncomfortable after the concert, please contact me immediately. If you have nothing to do, you have to go home and rest as soon as possible. If you can avoid the celebration banquet, you can avoid it. Body……"

"Understood." Han Yuling had to hurry up and change his clothes so as not to delay the performance, so he interrupted Dr. Hong's words regardless of politeness, went back into the room, and beckoned the people outside to come in.

"Sorry..." "Excuse me..." The people who entered one after another forced Dr. Hong to squeeze out the door in embarrassment, and the last person who entered closed the door without any hassle.

Inside the door, Han Yuling has started to quickly change clothes with the help of the staff.

"Teacher, don't you plan to go to the celebration banquet?" Xiao Jiong picked up the palm notebook and looked at Han Yuling with piercing eyes, as if expecting Han Yuling's reply.

"How could you not go?" Han Yuling frowned.

Xiaojiong immediately hung down his notebook, turned his face away, and let out a long sigh: "Oh..."

Han Yuling became angry for no reason, and slapped Xiaojiong on the back of the head with one slap, "A doctor is annoying enough, you still want to imitate him to bother me?"

"Okay, okay, teacher calm down, I don't want to bother the teacher." Xiaojiong retreated to the wall with a playful smile, stood with his back against the wall, and continued: "By the way, the things the teacher ordered me to prepare have been sent to the banquet hall , I have accepted it, perfect!"

Han Yuling squinted at Xiao Jiong, seeing him making an OK gesture to himself, coupled with a confident expression of "the sky is falling, I will block it", the little flame in his heart was helplessly extinguished.His assistant knows him as well as the closest person around him, and knows how to tell when he really loses his temper. In addition to giving way in time, he will also mention things that can make him feel better in time.However, he always knew that he hated being concerned about his health but still had to mention it directly or indirectly.

"Ah!" The stylist standing behind Han Yuling suddenly exclaimed, and Xiao Jiong immediately bounced behind Han Yuling like an electric shock.

"Teacher! You are injured!" Xiaojiong said nervously.

Han Yuling turned around, looked behind him through the full-length mirror in front of him, and saw the injury that surprised the stylist and his assistants. It was a swollen bruise on his left lower back, and there were some small blood spots that scratched the skin.

Han Yuling was not surprised. He knew that it was accidentally bruised when he jumped from the lifting stage to the backstage just now. At that time, he only felt a little pain behind him. Disregarding it, he shrugged and said, "It's okay, take a tissue and wipe it off for me."

"Why are you all right?" Xiaojiong said with anger, "I'll go get the medicine box, don't dress the teacher first!" After speaking, he hurried out the door.

"Leave him alone, put on your clothes, it's too late!" Han Yuling put on the clothes by himself, but the stylist didn't do it in a daze.

At this time, the lights on the stage could be seen from the TV, and then the big screen hanging on the stage began to play a 5-minute film during the intermission.

"Teacher, you should treat the wound first..." The makeup artist also stopped.

"I said it's too late." Han Yuling looked around at the make-up artist, stylist, and hair stylist who also stopped working, and said in a serious voice, "Yaqi will come in later, no one can mention me The hurt thing."