Can You Love Me?

After a while, the two finally plucked up the courage and said, "Third Master, why don't we go and pick up Miss Xin?"

Jian Zechuan glanced over coldly, and the two immediately felt as if their throats were being choked.

He really regretted bringing these two people here.

"Go get the car ready."

Jian Zechuan didn't come here to meet Xin Ai, the third master had serious business to discuss.

Jian Zechuan only has four words for Xin Ai now - he doesn't know good from bad.

He wanted to protect her, but he didn't expect that she didn't care about her own safety at all. If that was the case, then he didn't need to care about her anymore.

...

After sleeping for two hours, Xin Ai was woken up and started working, and the filming was normal.

Director Zheng's complexion was very bad. This time, their production team had a major event. So many people saw An Xinya's death, and the police had already reported it on the Internet. They were all possessed by Conan Holmes, and they were wiped out in a blink of an eye.

It is impossible to hide the news of An Xinya's death, and now there is a lot of noise on the Internet, and everyone knows about it.

Early in the morning, several investors had already withdrawn their capital, and the director got angry in a hurry, and the corners of his mouth were bubbling.

This is just the beginning, and other investors are still waiting to see. If even their largest investor withdraws, let alone others.

The script is a good script, and the actors invited are all popular topics and acting skills. Director Zheng doesn't want to give up like this. He is confident that as long as the film is made, it will definitely become a hit.

He was in a bad mood today. Before starting work, he said to everyone: "Although something happened, the filming still has to continue. Xu Lanqiao fell ill and went to the hospital. Her scenes will be suspended for now. Let's shoot other people's films first."

Everyone knew that Director Zheng was in a bad mood, and no one dared to neglect him.

But even so, the actor who was filming was still baffled by the yelling, but the more he yelled, the more frightened the actor was, and the less able he was to perform. The director didn't tell him to rest until two o'clock in the afternoon.

At noon, the sun was so poisonous, Xin Ai was ordered to run around, and for a few hours, she hardly had time to drink, let alone rest.

Xin Ai didn't stop until 2:30 when the director said it was time to rest, and stood under the shade of a small tree, feeling dizzy before her eyes, unable to lift her steps.

After a night of physical labor last night, I didn't eat a bite of food this morning. I have been busy until now, and even hard-working people can't bear it.

Xin Ai felt that this body was not her own anymore, her lips were dry and cracked, her chest and back were almost stuck together, she smelled the aroma of the lunch box, and wanted to get something to eat, but when she stepped forward, the world spun around for a while, and her eyes finally It was completely dark.

...

In the office, wearing a white coat, he felt cold, and wanted to turn up the temperature of the air conditioner, but he took a look at the person in front of him, and he didn't dare to move around.

He pushed his glasses and said, "The patient's coma this time is due to a low-grade fever, fatigue, dehydration, heat stroke, and some malnutrition. It's a combination of reasons."

Jian Zechuan: "Is it serious?"

"It's not serious for the time being, but the patient's body is too weak, and he still needs to replenish it in the future. Today... I'm a little hungry."

So, to put it bluntly, we should eat more and eat well.

Jian Zechuan nodded: "Thank you doctor."

"You're welcome, you're welcome, this is what we should do."

Seeing that Jian Zechuan got up, the doctor breathed a sigh of relief, let's go quickly, otherwise his office will become a cold storage, and he will almost become a frozen meat.

Jian Zechuan left and came to the ward. Xin Ai was still in a coma and did not wake up. The doctor said that she was too tired and was in a deep sleep.

Xin Ai was lying on the hospital bed, her small face was very pale, and there were two cracks on her lips, her frail appearance was indescribably pitiful.

The nurse came over to give Xin Ai an injection. Her wrist was surprisingly thin, and the blue blood vessels under the skin were clearly visible. Jian Zechuan frowned when he saw the nurse pick up the needle and stab it into her skin.

Xin Aishu felt pain in his sleep, and his body trembled.

This nurse just came to practice, not very proficient, the prick was missed, the needle was pulled out, and a needle hole was left in the pricked place, blood oozes out quickly,

The nurse patted Xin Ai's wrist, and gave another injection, but...it still missed.

Jian Zechuan looked at her more and more coldly, which made the little nurse's hands tremble even more.

When she was about to get the fourth needle, Jian Zechuan uttered two words from her throat: "Get out."

The little nurse was trembling with fright, her eyes were red with grievance, and she ran out.

After a while, a skilled nurse came and gave Xin Ai an injection, then glanced at Jian Zechuan, and ran out in fright.

I went out and ran back to the nurse's station, gossiping with other nurses,

"Oh my god, that man is really handsome, and Lu Jincheng is even more handsome, but... his eyes are so scary, let me tell you, fortunately I got it in one shot, if I get another shot, It might be dead."

The little nurse whose eyes were red from crying before nodded repeatedly: "I will definitely have a nightmare tonight."

Jian Zechuan sat by the bed, looking at Xin Ai with cool eyes.

Really capable, just make myself dizzy.

Malnutrition!

His Jian Zechuan's woman would actually pass out due to malnutrition.

If it got out, others would probably think that he was so harsh that he wouldn't even give her food.

At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was still very good. The curtains in the ward were drawn, and the sunlight fell through the curtains into the ward. The cry of cicadas outside the window never stopped.

It was almost five o'clock, Xin Ai moved her eyelids and slowly opened them.

Xin Ai looked at the ceiling and was stunned for a while. She remembered that she was clearly on the set, why did she change places?

Xin Ai smelled the smell of disinfectant, saw the bottle by the bed, moved her neck, saw needles stuck in her wrist, and saw...Jian Zechuan.

Xin Ai licked the corner of her mouth, "What's wrong with me?"

Her throat was very dry, and she opened her mouth so hoarsely that she could hardly speak.

With a cold face, Jian Zechuan ignored her at all, made a phone call, and soon his people delivered the things.

The bed was rolled up, the small table was unfolded, and the meals in the thermal box were laid out.

The visitor also thoughtfully poured Xin Ai a glass of warm water.

Jian Zechuan said coldly: "Eat."

After Xin Ai drank water, her throat finally felt better. She cautiously asked Jian Zechuan: "I...I am...what's wrong?"

Jian Zechuan still had no expression on his face, and said unhurriedly: "If you still have the strength to speak, it seems that you are not hungry."

He raised his hand: "Take it away."

When Xin Ai heard this, her eyes widened, and she put her arms around the food in front of her eyes: "No, I can't accept it, no one can touch it, it's mine..."

The appearance of the food guard makes people laugh.

The corners of Jian Zechuan's lips twitched, and the two who delivered the food stepped back step by step, and after exiting the ward, they quickly closed the door.