When the TV series "Please Answer 1997" rode the hot summer wind and the ratings went all the way to 3.25%, a very perverted number for cable stations, when Director Lee Myung-han PD and Director Shin Won-ho were complacent and ready to create a "myth" that belonged to them with their own hands, the crew suffered blows one after another overnight.

First of all, the ratings of the fifth week finally surfaced, and although the 3% ratings score is still a very impressive number, it is tantamount to a failure for directors Lee Myung-han PD and Shin Won-ho, who are now full of confidence and ambition - compared to the previous week, the decline in ratings is an indisputable fact, and the crew must think of some new ways to attract the audience's attention.

Just when these two people were distressed about this matter, they encountered a problem that made them even more headaches: one of the two engines that allowed the "sports car" of "Please Answer 1997" to run at high speed and at full strength towards the goal: the male protagonist Yunjae, who spoke the authentic Busan dialect as a foreign artist, was recognized by the Korean audience because of his sincere and hard-working performances, and attracted countless eyeballs for the newcomer group EXO, Wang Nanqian, the captain of EXO-M, was admitted to the hospital because of an overdraft.

I know in my heart that I am just a newcomer idol and a foreign artist, and it is a miracle to be able to get a job like the number one male in the TV series at the beginning of my debut. If he didn't do his best to complete this hard-won opportunity, maybe there would never be luck on his head in the future - he had just experienced the painful experience of being hidden by the company, and he almost never sleeped into the work of this TV series.

Learn the Busan dialect, study the characters you play, and practice acting in front of the mirror and the camera of your mobile phone...... In the two months since the start of filming of the TV series, Wang Nanqian has been in a very tired state. After receiving an order from Kim Young-min, the president of S.M., a few days ago, he wanted to devote some of his energy to the composition of the OST song, which had already been decided to be sung by Kim Tae-yeon.

In order to manage her body, Wang Nanqian, who only had vegetable leaves at every meal, finally reached her limit after a low-grade fever for four days: if it weren't for Li Haoyuan's discovery that the Chinese brother was sitting alone on a chair on the set in a daze after the filming of a scene, his eyes half-open and half-closed, and then jokingly touched his forehead - no one in the entire crew even noticed that the boy had been dragging his sick body to support him.

What the hell are the guys at S.M. thinking? This kid's body has become like this, why didn't anyone realize that he should be taken to the hospital? I heard that this kid was trying to concentrate on filming this TV series. He didn't even participate in the EXO group's overseas promotional activities - it's not that he didn't have time to see a doctor, why didn't the people at S.M. take any action?

When Li Minghan got the news, he was so angry that he almost threw the phone out of his hand: it has been burning for so many days, not only the guys in the S.M. company are irresponsible, but the staff in the crew are also a bunch of sluggish stupid people. Didn't anyone find out that their male number one was physically abnormal?

"Doctor, is there any problem?"

Standing in the emergency room of the hospital, respectfully handing over the blood test results report of the boy who was sitting in a chair wearing a mask next to him to the square-faced doctor across the table, Kim Sung-ho cried with a sad face: If it weren't for the fact that EXO's entire group had basically shifted their focus to the promotion of overseas activities and the preparation of the first official album in the second half of the year, it would have been impossible for him to replace Lim Hyun-gyun as the temporary personal agent of the captain of EXO-M - but he was only a "temporary worker" after all. He would have to be extremely cautious if he wanted to keep his current position - who would have thought that such a thing would happen to this child at his hands?

"Have you been coughing lately?" Ignoring the guy standing there, the square-faced doctor asked the patient sitting in front of him with a tense face.

"Cough? shouldn't be, but my throat hurts a little occasionally, and it's ......."

"Well, that's pharyngitis. In fact, it is only a slight inflammation, but you have been overdrawn for a long time and malnourished, so now you will continue to have a low-grade fever. Young man, don't try too hard. Health comes first than work. "The one standing should be the child's agent, right? Shaking his head helplessly, the square-faced doctor also knows very well how difficult it is for young artists to survive in the Korean entertainment industry, and this boy from China is probably one of them, right?

"Excuse me, is there any way to make my fever subdue and restore my normal work?" What the doctor said was actually clear to Wang Nanqian, but as an artist, he has too many involuntary hardships - at the cost of youth and body in exchange for applause and cheers, this is the artist's way of survival.

"Go for an infusion, rest for two more days, and don't push yourself too much. "I knew that no matter what I said, I couldn't convince this young kid. The square-faced doctor sighed and picked up the medical sheet that had just been printed out from the small printer next to him, "Although work is important, health is more ......"

Before he could finish speaking, the square-faced doctor's eyes had already widened.

The young man in front of him pulled down his mask after hearing the diagnosis. He stood up and bent down to thank him - he was surprised to find that he knew the child: wasn't this the male protagonist in the TV series that his daughter liked so much recently and pulled him to watch a few episodes?

The daughter's room was plastered with posters of the child just like the heroine of the TV series, and he didn't expect his real person to appear in front of his eyes: the square-faced doctor reacted quickly after being shocked, he grabbed a blank medical slip from his side and sent it to the boy in front of him, who had obviously not yet reacted to what was happening.

He didn't know the awkwardly pronounced Chinese name on the diagnosis slip, but he knew another "name" for the child.

"That...... What are you, aren't you? Could you please sign for my daughter?"

That's what it is...... Did it feel like to be a popular artist? Covering almost half of his face with a large mask, he barely found a comfortable position and half lay on the chair, feeling the cold liquid flowing into his veins from the thin tube. Wang Nanqian suddenly felt that everything seemed to have become unreal.

It's only been more than four months since his debut, how can he, how can he even recognize himself from the doctor uncle in the hospital?

Isn't this really a beautiful dream?

If the alarm clock goes off at this time, you wake up and find yourself still lying in that small room in the trainee dormitory, still practicing frantically in the company's underground practice room, still struggling for that ethereal and almost untouchable dream...... Probably going to break down right away, right? Please, if it's a dream. Please Heaven let yourself never wake up.

"My child's grades have dropped recently, and if he continues like this, he won't be able to get into college. ”

"Alas, my husband has been very annoyed lately, and he dislikes the kimchi I make when he opens and closes his mouth. ”

I was a little confused because I had a low-grade fever. In a trance, the sound of Korean aunts chatting with each other who were also hanging bottles came to his ears - listening to the short gossip of those parents, listening to the topics that should have been in his life but have now become very unfamiliar, he suddenly wanted to find someone to talk to: even if it was just a few casual words.

is such a lonely person, in a foreign country, without relatives. Exhausted, paralyzed in the hospital.

What about Jin Chenghao? Where did he go? Trying to open his eyes and search for this unreliable guy, but even this guy didn't know where he had gone: was he his personal agent?

Closing her eyes again, Wang Nanqian couldn't help but smile bitterly: How could he become so fragile? He was so fragile that he needed someone to be by his side?

The mobile phone seems to have shaken? Who called him? The people in the crew all knew that they had come to the hospital, did anyone think of themselves during the break between filming? Was it Zheng Endi? Or Li Haoyuan? Or Li Shiyan?

A sense of excitement welled up in his heart, and he felt as if he had recovered a little more in his body, and hurriedly took his phone out of his pocket: but the screen was black.

Is it a delusion...... At this time, everyone should still be busy with work, right? I don't know how much trouble and trouble it will bring to the crew if I fall ill like this? Can the scheduled progress be completed? What about the OST for Kim Taeyeon and "To the Beautiful You"?

Just as he was thinking with his brain, which was a little difficult to turn because of a low-grade fever. The screen of his phone suddenly lit up.

Feeling the vibration of his phone, this time someone really called him.

Looking at the name displayed on the screen, he couldn't help but be stunned: this person ...... Why did you call him? At this time?

"Hello, ...... Hatsu"

"Nanqian Oppa, are you okay? I've always told you to eat more, otherwise my body will collapse, why don't you listen to me? Is the condition very serious? I can't go to see you now, you must listen to the doctor and rest well?"

A familiar, sweet voice.

It makes people's hearts melt.

If it had been in the past, he would have heard such a long-winded nag, he would definitely interrupt before the other party could finish speaking.

And yet in the present. These words sound like heaven.

She's definitely not a demon, she's an angel.

"Wait a minute...... How do you know that......?"

"Huh, it's all spread on the Internet?"

"Online ......?"

"Well, news about you in the hospital is now at the top of the search list. ”

Is the news ......about yourself spreading so quickly?

"Thank you, I'm fine. First ......"

"NAN, the call from the company...... Who are you talking to on the phone? Hold on, hurry. ”

Before he could fully express his gratitude to the girl who called, his mobile phone had been rudely snatched from his hand: Jin Chenghao suddenly appeared now, he couldn't find him when he needed him, and when he didn't need him, he would run to annoyance.

I didn't even glance at who the boy who was half-lying in a chair was talking to. Kim Sung-ho said sorry to the snatched phone and pressed the red button on the screen - and then he pressed his phone directly into the ear of the captain of EXO-M.

"Hello ......" tone was full of dissatisfaction, but fortunately, because of the fever, the weak words did not make people feel his intense feelings.

"NAN, I'm Kim Young-min. ”

"Social ...... Hello President. ”

Finally understood why Kim Sung-ho was so anxious to let himself answer the phone, for an artist from S.M. Company, what phone call is more important than the phone call of the cold noodle president?

"I heard you're sick and you're in the hospital?"

He...... Are you concerned about yourself? Is the sun rising in the west this morning?

"I'm fine, President. ”

Because of hearing Kim Youngmin's voice, his mind suddenly became much clearer, and at this time, he must say the most standard and most satisfactory words to the other party - that is a person who controls his own destiny, and he must be extremely cautious when facing him.

"It's good that nothing happens, there's not much time left, what's going on with the OST?

Is that why he "cares" about himself?

No complaints, no resistance, this is the artist's way of survival - doing it, not necessarily succeeding. If you don't do it, you are doomed to perish.

President, I have no problem, I will definitely be able to make it.

Can it be made?

Although he made this answer at the end of the call, he ...... Can it really be made?

"Miss nurse, I'm sorry, can the speed of this infusion be adjusted faster?" When she saw a female nurse dressed in white walking behind Jin Chenghao, Wang Nanqian shouted to the other party with all her might. (To be continued.) )