Doctor, I'm really sick

Third-tier starlet Qin Zhao was beaten up on the night of New Year's Eve.

He realized it was wrong a second before he walked towards the corner of the underground garage.The instinctive sixth sense made Qin Zhao hesitate for a moment when he was about to step on his right foot, but it was too late for him to make any reaction, and the whistling wind in his ears came straight to the door in an instant.Qin Zhao immediately raised his arm subconsciously to block it, and was hit by a club with his elbow.

click!

Qin Zhao staggered a step enduring the severe pain.There are at least five figures in the darkness.Everyone was dressed in black, with masks and baseball caps, and two of them were holding long wooden sticks thicker than an adult's wrist.Apparently it was well prepared.

Heck! !

Qin Zhao didn't have time to think about it, so he turned around and ran away with a curse, but the black shadow was even faster, blocking his back all at once, jumping up and kicking again.

"Fuck!" This kick knocked Qin Zhao face down to the ground, and he cursed in pain, his cheeks and knees were burning with pain.After living for 21 years, Qin Zhao has never suffered such a useless black stick.

Where did bastards dare to beat him? ! !

This is a blind spot for video surveillance, and it's the New Year's Eve, so there's no one in the underground garage.Qin Zhao looked up and knew that he would not be able to run today, so he simply felt overwhelmed, raised the oncoming fist under his uninjured left arm, and as soon as he got up, he grabbed the man who kicked him by the neck, bent his knees and gave it away. The other party should be firm.This blow was so powerful that it hit the man in black hard in the abdomen. The man in black staggered and fell to the ground. Qin Zhao rushed forward and kicked the man in the face, followed by two punches. .The man couldn't get up immediately.

"Bah!" Qin Zhao finished retaliation, and gently wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth with the thumb of his left hand, feeling that he was really cool.He frowned, and looked up at the other four men in black who seemed to be stunned by him with some disdain: "I have a second-degree black belt in Taekwondo. What's the matter, do you go together, or single-handed?"

The four men in black looked at each other without saying a word, and took a step forward at the same time.

……

Qin Zhao, a second-degree black belt in taekwondo, was woken up three hours later by the old man in the underground garage who was about to change shifts and go home for the New Year.The old man was obviously terrified by this young man whose face was bloodied and motionless after being beaten, and he was tremblingly holding the elderly machine to call 120.

Qin Zhao opened his eyes, touched his face for the first time, then grinned and struggled a few times, barely getting up from the ground. .

His right arm was swollen, his whole body hurt, and he was a little dizzy.There was blood all over the sweater, but luckily the clothes were black and couldn't be seen.However, the jeans were torn a few big holes, dripping with blood.Qin Zhao wiped the corner of his mouth, accidentally touched the wound there, and let out a "hiss".

These grandchildren!

Qin Zhao clumsily took out his mobile phone with his left hand and wanted to call the police.But just as the "110" of "0" was about to be pressed, Qin Zhao stopped. After a while, he switched the interface and dialed the number of his manager, Sister Wang.After waiting for a while, no one answered.Qin Zhao didn't bother to replay it, so he clicked on the APP and called a taxi.

Qin Zhao pulled up the hood on his sweater to cover his dazzling red hair, put on a mask, and squatted dazedly in front of a huge LED billboard while waiting for the bus.It was so cold that he let out a breath of white air slowly.On the dazzlingly bright billboard is a coffee advertisement of a popular male star.

Qin Zhao squinted his eyes and glanced at the charming smile on the billboard, and his eyes fell on the iconic rose-colored coffee cup of this coffee brand.He is so familiar with this cup. When he was the most popular, he was also the image spokesperson of this coffee brand. He has taken countless samples and advertisements with this cup.

But this is only in the past.

Three years ago, Qin Zhao made his debut on a music talent show as a singer.Quite handsome looks, domineering typhoon and gorgeous treble made Qin Zhaoshi really popular, with countless fans, and became the well-deserved top traffic.However, the good times didn't last long. The music market in the entertainment industry has gone from bad to worse in the past two years. Qin Zhao had few stages to perform on, but his upright character offended several big names in the music industry, and he was almost banned.

In desperation, Qin Zhao followed the advice of his agent and changed his career to acting, becoming a third-tier star who can't stand or fall.

Qin Zhao glanced at the handsome and warm smile on the advertisement again, and snorted disdainfully.

After about 10 minutes, the taxi arrived.The elder brother was obviously taken aback by Qin Zhao's bruises all over his body, and almost refused to board, but Qin Zhao had already taken the first step and sat firmly in the co-pilot seat, not forgetting to put on the seat belt immediately.

"City First Hospital. Please hurry up."

Fireworks suddenly "bang" from nowhere, and the black night sky burst into splendor.On the night of New Year's Eve, people in City B are busy reuniting at home, watching the Spring Festival Gala, and eating New Year's Eve dinner.For the first time, there are not many cars on the central road that has always been congested, making the festive Chinese knot decorations hung on the street lamps on both sides look a bit lonely.

The fireworks illuminated Qin Zhao's scarred side face by the car window.There was a shocking bruise under his left eye, a big cut on his forehead, and dried blood smeared down his eyebrows to the corner of his eye.The corner of the mouth was also swollen.But even in this embarrassment, he can still see a profound and aggressive handsomeness on his face, and the corners of his eyes and brows are somewhat attractive, full of youthful and unruly corners.

"Fucking Spring Festival." Qin Zhao cursed again, put on his mask, and turned his head away from watching the lively fireworks.

Qin Zhao went to the emergency room.He knew that the city's No. [-] hospital was always overcrowded, but he never expected that the emergency department of this hospital would be so lively during the New Year's Eve. The waiting area was packed to the brim with old people, children and anxious parents of children.The crying of children was loud.Most of them were burnt, but there were also falls, shortness of breath, and crying for no apparent reason.When the waiting patients saw this tall man in a leather coat with rivets and a mask hood coming in, they subconsciously ducked to make room for a few seats.Qin Zhao sat down with peace of mind, but as soon as his butt touched the chair, he stood up tremblingly with an "ouch".

There was a sharp pain in the tailbone.Qin Zhao suddenly thought that the man in black in the garage seemed to have hit his ass with a stick impartially.

After standing and waiting for a while, the cold electronic voice announced Qin Zhao's number.Qin Zhao pulled up the mask again, and walked into the innermost third consultation room according to the instructions.Before the armrest was pulled, the door was pushed open from the inside, and a limping old man was slowly moved out by a doctor wearing a medical white mask and a white coat.The old man kept thanking him repeatedly, looking very grateful, but the doctor just bowed his head lightly and hummed.

Qin Zhao pressed his hat again: "Doctor."

The doctor turned around, his eyes paused on Qin Zhao's face, and his eyebrows frowned slightly.His white coat was neatly dressed, and the button of the light gray-blue shirt inside was also meticulously buttoned to the top one near the Adam's apple.The white mask covered most of his face, only revealing a pair of black and white eyes with long tails, behind the thin metal-framed lenses revealed a cool aura that no one should enter.

Qin Zhao took off his mask, smiled, and opened his mouth to make up: "I didn't pay attention during the Chinese New Year, and fell on the stairs."

The doctor took another look at him.Qin Zhao smiled again without guilt, revealing a sharp canine tooth.

The doctor didn't ask any more questions, got up and took iodophor and cotton wool: "Let me see your injury."

Qin Zhao took off his hat, and he wanted to snort his hair like a conditioned reflex.Habitual movements made him forget the wound on his head, Qin Zhao let out a "hiss" and stopped his hands, the dazzling red hair was combed halfway, and a few bunches of dull hair stood awkwardly on top of his head, making him look a bit Like a not-so-intelligent fried-haired cub.

"The back of the head is also injured?" The doctor put on gloves and touched the back of Qin Zhao's head very lightly with his fingertips. Qin Zhao shivered slightly.

"Does it hurt?"

Qin Zhao turned his head, just in time to meet the doctor's eyes, and couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

It was only then that Qin Zhao noticed that the doctor's eyes were very special. His lower eyelids had a very smooth blunt arc, with a slightly drooping tendency, but they were long and protruded at the end of the eyes, which contrasted with the clearness. The transparent eyes are pure, but also seem a little melancholy and cold.

These eyes are really rare and beautiful.

"Does it hurt?" Seeing that Qin Zhao didn't answer, the doctor repeated it again, looking up at him. .

"Oh, it doesn't hurt." Qin Zhao came back to his senses.

"Does it hurt?" The doctor frowned slightly, looking at the big lump on the back of Qin Zhao's head: "Is it dizzy? Is there any discomfort?"

"I'm a little dizzy and feel like vomiting. And—" Qin Zhao scratched his messy hair:

"I have a little pain in the back. It hurts when I sit. It seems to be where the tailbone is."

The doctor stopped writing the prescription and looked up at Qin Zhao.

"Go and lie down, let me check."

The light blue curtain is pulled to form a semi-private space.

The doctor put on disposable gloves, looked at Qin Zhao coldly, and paused.

"Who told you to take off so much. Just pull the half off, and go on your stomach."