When I Have Money

When Jin Yarong came out of the hospital, he bandaged his ankle at the end, and it was carried by Yang Kun, because the wheelchair had to be returned to the hospital. And Jin Yarong's manager was drunk, and he wanted to recite it, but Yang Kun didn't dare to let him recite it.

Jin Yarong's manager almost couldn't go back, and Yang Kun was about to ask the doctor to give him an infusion to sober him up. Because he couldn't be woken up, Yang Kun finally woke him up with a 'slap in the face', and it was almost midnight after all the tossing.

Coming out of the hospital, Yang Kun said to the agent: "Are you okay, I can't help you now. Wait a little bit, the car will be here soon. Fortunately, it didn't snow, otherwise, today we I can't go back to the hotel at all."

The manager forced himself to stand and follow Yang Kun at this time. He closed his eyes while standing, and it was Jin Yarong who reached out and grabbed the manager's arm, because he followed Yang Kun while standing. The dizziness of the head kept shaking.

Yang Kun said: "I really shouldn't have asked your manager to come along. Now we need the two of us to take care of him."

Jin Yarong firmly grabbed the manager and said to Yang Kun: "If he doesn't come, how can you rest assured. Ah~~ It hurts, for a while, for a while."

The taxi he contacted came to the hospital soon. Yang Kun woke up the agent and let him sit in the co-pilot's seat, while he and Jin Yarong sat in the back seat. Because Jin Yarong had no strength at all on one foot, she felt pain even when she fell on the ground.

Yang Kun looked at Jin Yarong's wrapped ankle, and her toes were still exposed. She couldn't wear socks because she needed to apply medicine or something.

Yang Kun pointed to the door: "You put your back against the door and put your legs up."

"It's okay, I'll be fine just bear it for a while. Oppa, what should I do, my ankle will be more swollen tomorrow."

The doctor told me that tomorrow her ankle will become more swollen and more painful. It takes at least half a month to a month to get rid of this swelling, depending on the recovery.

"What can I do? I really want to hurt you, hey..." Apart from looking at Jin Yarong's ankle and sighing, Yang Kun has nothing to do here, and he will definitely go back with Jin Yarong tomorrow. Korean. At least he had to send her back so that he could leave with peace of mind.

He couldn't say that she was injured by himself, and he had fulfilled his responsibility by taking her to the hospital for an examination today.

The car quickly returned to the hotel. Yang Kun asked the driver uncle to wait for a while, and he first got the sleeping manager out of the car. At this time, he was already in a state of weakness.

Yang Kun originally wanted to ask someone from his studio to come down and help carry him, but no one in the studio answered the phone, and they probably all fell asleep.

In the end, Yang Kun called the lobby of the hotel to help him. He supported him first, and then he got out of the car with Jin Yarong on his back.

The hotel attendant helped the completely unconscious manager back into the room, while Yang Kun returned to the room with Jin Yarong on his back.

Sitting in Jin Yarong's room, he said to her: "You will definitely not be able to take a shower today, so you should go to bed early, everything will be discussed when you return to Seoul tomorrow."

"Then what should I do if I have to go to the bathroom at night?"

Yang Kun looked at Jin Yarong and said, "What can I do? Even if I stay here, can I still go to the bathroom with you?"

Because she didn't have a cane, and she drank a few liters of beer during the meal, she must be unable to hold back her bladder at night, and it would be very difficult for her to get up by then.

So Jin Yarong pouted and said, "My feet hurt when they touch the ground. You have someone here to help me. Anyway, my room is a standard room, and the bed you sleep on is the same."

Yang Kun thought for a while, then nodded and agreed: "All right, all right, I'll sleep next to you. I'll go back to my room to take a shower and change my clothes before coming back."

Anyway, Jin Yarong was injured and it was impossible to change clothes today. She probably had to call her teammates to help her after returning to Seoul before she could change clothes.

After all, she probably didn't dare to tell her family about the injury. And even if it is said, her family may not be able to come to Seoul to take care of her daily life.

"Then you should hurry up."

"Understood." Yang Kun nodded and left the room first.

And Jin Yarong propped up the mattress and the wall by himself, endured the pain and jumped to the bathroom to use it.

Now she just hops on one leg, and her injured ankle will hurt when it is resonated, but the pain is tolerable.

When she came to the bathroom, she took off her jeans and thermal pants with great difficulty, and sat on the toilet. Just going to the bathroom, her forehead was covered with sweat.

About half an hour later, Yang Kun came to Jin Yarong's room again. After he pressed the doorbell, he waited for a long time before Jin Yarong came to open the door.

Yang Kun knew that she was taking one step at this time, and waited for the pain to subside before taking another step.

When Jin Yarong opened the door, Yang Kun came to her side and said, "Don't move around, I'll carry you there."

Jin Yarong, despite her '171CM' height, she is actually not heavy. She weighs 53kg, which is thin for her height.

There is no way, after all, she is also an idol, so she must maintain her weight.

Yang Kun hugged Jin Yarong in a princess hug. After Jin Yarong exclaimed, he looked at Yang Kun with a smile and said, "Ouba, am I heavy?"

Yang Kun smiled and said beautiful words: "You are like a feather. If I didn't see your ankle hurt, I could have hugged you and threw it."

After Yang Kun carefully placed Jin Yarong on her bed, she moved her position. As a result, when her legs and feet were exerted, she screamed again: "It hurts, it hurts!"

Yang Kun sat on another bed next to her, looked at Jin Yarong, who was frowning together, and sighed, "Hey, what will you do when you return to Seoul like this? Can your teammates take care of you?"

Jin Yarong lowered his eyes and said, "They all have their own affairs. It's okay for a day now and then, but I can't let them take care of me every day, right?"

Yang Kun said: "After returning to Seoul, buy a pair of crutches first. Otherwise, how long can you jump on one leg like this? Hey..."

Hearing Yang Kun's sigh, Jin Yarong turned to look at Yang Kun and smiled: "It's fine. I can take care of myself for sure, so you don't have to worry."

Yang Kun let out a long breath, as if he had made a decision: "I will go to Seoul with you tomorrow. I have to stay with you for at least a week. After your pain subsides, I will return to Shanghai."

Jin Yarong gave up and said, "Hey, it's okay, really."

Yang Kun said firmly: "Okay, it's decided like this. In the past few days, even placing the dishes and chopsticks after ordering takeaway is troublesome for you, let alone other things. Okay, don't talk so much, go to bed early Bar.."

"Okay, then, Oppa, good night."

"Good night." After Yang Kun said good night, he himself lay down on the bunk next to Jin Yarong, and the room fell into silence like this.

Although Jin Yarong didn't move his feet, the swelling was always painful. This pain made her neither this way nor that way. The main problem was that it hurt even turning over.

In this way, the room fell into silence, but the lights were all bright. Jin Yarong turned her head to look at Yang Kun whose back was facing her, and she called softly, "Ouba."

Only then did Yang Kun turn around and look at her: "What's wrong?"

When looking at Yang Kun, Jin Yarong smiled and said, "No."

Yang Kun said: "The foot, it hurts by itself, right?"

"Well, kind of."

Yang Kun smiled and got up and sat up: "Wait a minute, I'll go get something."

Yang Kun went to the shower room. He took out the unused towel and folded it into a cube. Then he opened the quilt at the end of Jin Yarong's feet, and stuffed the cube in the position of her calf.

After getting the legs a little too high, let the blood flow and she'll feel a little better.

Yang Kun said: "Does this feel much better?"

Jin Yarong nodded and said, "Yeah, I feel better, but my toes are a bit cold."

With her legs padded like this, she had to take out the quilt for her injured foot, otherwise the toe of her injured foot would be pressed against the quilt, and her leg would hurt even after bearing the weight.

So Yang Kun simply took out all the bath towels, towels, and bathrobes, and folded them into a rectangular block, so that her legs could be put on it. With the quilt on the uninjured leg, the toes will not be cold.

Seeing Yang Kun taking care of himself so carefully, Jin Yarong unconsciously smiled at him: "Thank you."

"Thank you. If I hadn't asked you to come and shoot, you wouldn't have been injured or suffered."

Jin Yarong said: "No matter, it's my own problem."

"Okay, okay, let's not worry about who's who. Let's rest." After Yang Kun finished speaking, he returned to his bed and lay down again.

And Jin Yarong was lying quietly like that, her legs were a little numb from the pain, so she picked up the phone and started to flip through it. As she raised the phone and looked at it, she also felt drowsy.

Jin Yarong, who was sleeping, laughed unknowingly, not knowing what kind of good things happened in her dream.

However, when she turned over in her sleep, she woke herself up from the pain, and she turned to look at Yang Kun who was sleeping next to her. At this time, he was breathing very steadily, and he closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

He was also very tired from the shooting these days. Although he took one less shot than Jin Yarong, he had to coordinate the movement of all the cameras, check the footage, and he was also responsible for driving the car.