You and I have nothing to do with my money

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When Song Jiangling woke up again, he saw a pale and unfamiliar ceiling, the tip of his nose was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and there were several IV bottles hanging above his head.

It took almost two seconds for him to realize that he should be in the hospital.

Just as he was about to move his arms, he realized that there seemed to be something pressing on his left hand. He turned his gaze over and saw Lin Chaoci lying on the bedside and fell asleep, while his hand was firmly pressed against his body by the other party. Down.

No wonder it's so heavy.

Unable to bear to wake people up immediately, Song Jiangling maintained the posture of waking up, quietly admiring Lin Chaoci's sleeping posture.

The child's skin is very white, and the eyelashes are long and curved. When the eyes are closed, a small shadow can be cast under the eyes. Song Jiangling's heart is itchy for a while, and he subconsciously wants to reach out and touch the little broom-like eyelashes.

However, as soon as he started, Song Jiangling regretted it.

He actually forgot that his hand was still being pressed by the other party. With such a movement, he didn't do what he wanted to do, but woke the other party up.

Lin Chaoci woke up suddenly, his first reaction was to check on Song Jiangling's condition, and then he found that Song Jiangling had woken up at some point, and happened to be looking at him right now.

The four eyes met, and the atmosphere was strangely ambiguous and embarrassing.

Song Jiangling withdrew his gaze as if nothing had happened. He didn't do anything bad at all. Feeling guilty that he was almost caught, he looked at his right hand where the needle had been pricked, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong with me?"

"You have a fever, 39.5 degrees. The doctor said that if you come later, you will have pneumonia." Lin Chaoci said this with a bit of anger, but he didn't know what he was angry about, but it was natural He stretched out his hand to touch Song Jiangling's forehead, wanting to see if he still had a fever.

A cold touch appeared on the forehead, Song Jiangling and Lin Chaoci were both taken aback.

Lin Chaoci quickly withdrew his hand as if scalded by boiling water, and explained: "I just want to see if your fever has subsided, no, I didn't mean to take advantage of you."

At the end of the speech, Lin Chaoci's voice suddenly dropped, feeling a little guilty for some reason.

When Song Jiangling was in a coma, he actually touched the other person's forehead like this several times. At first, he really did it with a very pure purpose, but later he decided to check and take advantage...

Now, Lin Chaoci just wants to slap his own hand, it's really scary to get used to it naturally!

Song Jiangling suddenly said softly, "Are you scared?"

His physical fitness is actually good, and he usually recovers quickly from minor illnesses, but he just can't catch a cold, and he is prone to fever and coma every time he catches a cold.

Lin Chaoci nodded vigorously subconsciously, but he was frightened.

"You suddenly fell down and really scared me." Lin Chaoci said with lingering fear.

God knows how fragile Song Jiangling's appearance when he suddenly limp on top of him made him panic. It took him a long time to realize that the other party must have a fever, and then he couldn't care about anything else, and sent him to the hospital non-stop.

He didn't say the following words, but Song Jiangling could imagine how uneasy Lin Chaoci must have been at that time, and paused: "Thank you, thank you for your hard work."

Lin Chaoci scratched his head, his ears turned red: "Actually, it's not very hard. Fortunately, Ah Shan is next door, otherwise I really don't know what to do."

With his small arms and legs, it was quite difficult to send a man who was about 1.8 meters tall to the hospital.

"Where's Lu Wanwan?" Song Jiangling wanted to ask this question just now.

"Oh, he's still on his way." Lin Chaoci explained, "I called him after I sent you to the hospital. He seemed to be busy with other things in the west of the city at that time. rushed over."

Song Jiangling nodded, not really concerned about whether Lu Wanwan would come or not, but just wanted to talk more with the kid in front of him.

"By the way." Lin Chaoci recalled, "I also called Director Zhou and told me about the situation. He asked you to rest in the hospital for two days, so you don't have to worry about the progress of the filming."

Although their drama is filming and broadcasting at the same time, it is not completely out of stock. Even if the entire group stops filming for two days, the skylight will not be opened.

Song Jiangling nodded silently. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly felt his throat was extremely dry, so he coughed uncontrollably.

When Lin Chaoci realized it later, it seemed that Song Jiangling hadn't drank water since he woke up, so it was strange that he wasn't thirsty.

"Teacher Song, wait a moment, I'll pour you some water." Lin Chaoci blamed himself.

"Let me do it." Ah Shan's voice came from the corner, and Song Jiangling noticed that there was actually another person in the ward. .

"Okay then." Lin Chaoci handed the water cup to Ah Shan, and told him to go to the end of the corridor to fetch water, while he turned his gaze back to Song Jiangling, "Mr. Song, do you want some fruit? Do you want me to wash some for you?" ?”

In fact, Song Jiangling, who didn't really want to eat fruit, said "OK" with a smile.

When Lin Chaoci came out of the bathroom, he found that there were two more people in the ward.

A man and a woman, the man did not know each other, the woman was the culprit who NGed several times that day, causing Song Jiangling to catch a cold. It is estimated that I came here to visit after hearing about Song Jiangling's situation from Director Zhou.

It has to be said that this actress's physical fitness is quite good, even a big man like Song Jiangling has a cold, yet she is still alive and kicking to visit him.

"Mr. Song, I'm sorry, it's all my fault that made you sick." An Yue apologized to Song Jiangling very guilty.

The man next to An Yue seemed to be her manager, and said courteously: "Mr. Song, our An Yue heard that you were sick, and felt very guilty. Knowing that you must have everything, I made some chicken soup for myself. Come here, I hope you don't dislike it."

Song Jiangling had a smile on his face, but the smile was very weak, and he said politely, "I'm sorry for your troubles, but I can only say that my physical fitness is not good enough for me to catch a cold."

As for the chicken soup mentioned by the manager, he didn't even look at it.

"How can you say that." The male manager immediately said, "You are not like my An Yue, you used to practice diving, you have rough skin and thick flesh, so a little rain is nothing."

This is so well said that people don't know for a moment whether the other party is comforting or hurting others.

Song Jiangling: "..."

Lin Chaoci: "..."

An Yue: "..."

Manager: "Ahem, what, I'm going out to smoke a cigarette, An Yue and you can talk to Teacher Song, and there's chicken soup, don't forget to help Teacher Song get a bowl out."

Speaking of the manager, he hurried out, and the atmosphere in the room was not so awkward.

"I didn't expect you to be an athlete before, so why did you become an actor?" Lin Chaoci thought about it, and accidentally asked what was in his heart.

Facing An Yue's awkward expression, Lin Chaoci realized that he had said something wrong, and immediately said back: "Ah, I'm sorry, I'm just asking casually, don't take it to heart."

An Yue shook her head: "There's nothing I can't say, it's economic reasons, diving doesn't make money, and my family's situation is not very good now, so I can't continue practicing."

"So that's how it is." Lin Chaoci regretted even more that he was talking too fast.

"Actually, being an actor is quite good." An Yue said earnestly, "I earn a lot, and it's not as hard as being an athlete."

There was nothing wrong with saying this, but Lin Chaoci saw regret and sadness in her eyes.

But everyone has their own way of life, and he is not qualified to judge other people's choices, especially when he knows that he is much luckier than the other party.

Lin Chaoci stopped talking, and the ward fell completely silent.

Half a minute later, An Yue broke the silence and said, "Teacher Song, how about I pour you a bowl of chicken soup?"

In fact, she didn't really dare to talk to Song Jiangling, but after all, it was the task assigned by her manager, so she could only bite the bullet and do it.

Song Jiangling didn't speak, just nodded lightly, but Lin Chaoci felt that his attitude towards An Yue was much softer than at the beginning.

His teacher Song is indeed a kind-hearted person.