Chapter 48 So her back was hurt too?
The next day, Lin Yao still failed to be discharged from the hospital. After another day of infusion, her fever subsided and the inflammation of the tonsils subsided. The doctor agreed to discharge her.
She also told her that her feet could not move, and the bruises on her back had to be applied every day.
At this time, the wheelchair Fang Xiaole bought for her came into play. Under Mo Yan's supervision, Fangfang "squeezed" Lin Yao to death on the wheelchair, pushing along the way, just like taking care of a paralyzed patient.
Lin Yao felt embarrassed. Fortunately, she wore sunglasses and a mask, otherwise she would be too embarrassed.
There was an episode when she was discharged from the hospital. The nurses who had been depressed for two days found her autographs, took a group photo, and anxiously asked when her new album would be released.
Lin Yao was a little embarrassed and felt that she was very sorry for her fans, so she asked to record songs as soon as she was discharged from the hospital.
Mo Yan contacted the owner of the recording studio and made an appointment to go there in the morning. Lin Yao also sent a WeChat message to Fang Xiaole.
It happened that Li Wan informed tonight that the preparations for the third phase of the Super Challenge would start. One day was enough to record the demo, and Fang Xiaole readily agreed.
At about 9:30 in the morning, the two met again in the recording studio.
"Your complexion has improved a lot, is your throat better? How are your feet?"
As soon as I met Fang Xiaole, he looked at Lin Yao's face and asked about her injury.
"It's all well, I blame the wheelchair you bought for being so comfortable, I don't want to get up while sitting."
Lin Yao answered with a smile, and leaned back mischievously, making a gesture of Ge You paralysis.
"Sister Yao, be careful of your back!"
Fangfang quickly supported Lin Yao's shoulder with her hand to prevent her back from hitting the back of the chair.
"What's wrong with your back?" Fang Xiaole looked at Lin Yao, then at Fangfang.
"It's nothing, let's get started, the two musician teachers are here."
Lin Yao has a self-confident expression. It is obvious that her acting skills have improved a lot during this period of "performance".
"By the way, this is the wife's cake that you promised."
Fang Xiaole passed the food box in his hand to Lin Yao.
"Wow, what a wife's cake!" Lin Yao happily held the food box and looked up at Fang Xiaole, her eyes like stars.
"Thank you, I am very open..."
"Hey, Sister Yao, don't you like to eat such dry pastries and biscuits?"
Before Lin Yao finished speaking, Fangfang looked at the box of wife cakes and asked strangely.
Fang Xiaole looked at Lin Yao in amazement, and the atmosphere fell silent for a while.
"Why, I just love to eat recently." Lin Yao's ears were red, and she patted Fangfang in a panic: "Push me over, don't let the musician teacher wait for a long time."
"Oh." Fangfang felt aggrieved and touched his aching arm, and pushed Lin Yao past.
Fang Xiaole looked at Lin Yao's back, lost in thought.
"Assistant Fang is here? I really trouble you."
At this moment, Mo Yan walked in from outside, still carrying a bag in her hand with several bottles of drinks in it. She politely thanked Fang Xiaole and handed him a bottle.
"Come on, drink some water, work hard."
"Thank you, Broker Mo is polite."
Fang Xiaole also thanked him, and took the drink with both hands.
Somehow, with the emergence of Mo Yan, the atmosphere in the entire recording studio suddenly became very formal and work-oriented. Fang Xiaole and Lin Yao no longer had any other exchanges except for talking about the song.
Under the "supervision" of Broker Mo, the recording of the song went smoothly and was completed before noon.
After declining Mo Yan's apparently polite invitation to lunch, Fang Xiaole stayed behind to help the two musicians and Fangfang tidy up the equipment in the studio, while Mo Yan pushed Lin Yao into the nanny car first.
"Miss Liu, I want to ask one thing, can I?"
After packing up the musical instruments and recording equipment, and bid farewell to the two musicians, Fang Xiaole and Fangfang walked out of the studio together.
"What is Fang Zhuyuan asking?" Fangfang walked and looked at him sideways.
"During the recording that day, Lin Yao was injured in other places besides her toe?"
Fang Xiaole asked in a low voice.
Fangfang stopped quickly, looked at Fang Xiaole with a complicated expression, turned his head to look, and whispered:
"Sister Yao actually hurt her back very badly, with bruises all over her back. It happened when she hit the car door... Sister Yao didn't let me tell you."
Fang Xiaole fell silent and looked at the babysitter car parked on the side of the road, but the doors and windows were closed, and she could not be seen inside.
"Thank you, then I'll leave first, bye."
"Oh, Assistant Fang walks slowly."
Watching Fang Xiaole leave, Fangfang also got into the nanny car.
"Something?" Mo Yan asked Fangfang lightly. She saw Fangfang talking with Fang Xiaole just now.
"It's okay, Assistant Fang asked when I can hear the demo of this song."
Fangfang smiled at Mo Yan, then looked at Lin Yao, her expression calm, her heart beating faster.
"Lin Yao tired? Go back and rest."
Mo Yan glanced at Lin Yao, who was quietly peeking out of the car window, without saying more, and ordered the driver to drive.
"okay."
Lin Yao agreed softly, reluctantly glanced at the figure standing there, turned around and sat down, squeezing the corners of her mouth.
He seems to have been looking at this side, is he looking at me?
Fang Xiaole is indeed looking at Lin Yao.
Although the opaque dark window of the nanny car was separated between the two, he could not see Lin Yao at all, but somehow he knew that Lin Yao was also looking at him at this moment.
Watching the nanny car slowly drove out of sight, Fang Xiaole retracted his gaze, but still did not move.
Lin Yao's back was also injured, and from Fangfang's words, the injury on her back was not light.
It was also caused by hitting the door of the car when he jumped up and took the pistol, right?
Fang Xiaole lowered his head and walked slowly to the bus stop across the road.
He suddenly felt a little tight in his chest and had difficulty breathing, so he leaned on the railing of the bus stop sign, in a daze.
"Young man, are you okay?"
Seeing that his face was pale and his body seemed a little unstable, an old aunt asked kindly.
"It's okay, thank you."
Fang Xiaole smiled and expressed his thanks.
"Don't think about it, boy, isn't it just a broken relationship? Work hard to make money. Today the girl can't afford you, and tomorrow you will make her too high!"
The aunt obviously saw the scene where Fang Xiaole and three women came out just now, and as a result, they got into the car and left him behind, so she quickly made up a series of Mo bullying young people.
At this time, several buses came into the station in a row, and the kind-hearted aunt hurriedly got on a bus. Before getting on the bus, she encouraged Fang Xiaole: "Young man, come on!"
Fang Xiaole couldn't laugh or cry, and waved to her aunt.
As several cars walked, many people walked in the bus stop, and Fang Xiaole sat on a stool that had just been vacated.
After that, several buses came, some of them passed the rental house, but Fang Xiaole still sat on the stool without moving.
After a long time, he finally took out his phone from his trouser pocket and found Lin Yao's WeChat account.