Although Weng Tingjun was used to loneliness, he was very concerned about the smell of medicinal alcohol in the ward.

There are cancer, car accidents, and bloody Korean dramas about the person he loves is his own sister on TV, and he didn't watch it at all.

Turning off the TV in annoyance, Weng Tingjun opened the notebook with his only movable right hand.

For some reason, he was always restless these days, as if something was going to happen.

But the worst had already happened, and what more unfortunate thing was waiting for him now?

He was sick to find that he was actually starting to miss the second dinosaur.

"No, I'll have the doctor do a good job of examining my body."

……

In Busan on August 17th, the weather was still sunny.

The scorching sun crept into Ward 533 with impunity.

"Her body is recovering very well, but her neck and feet are a little bad, and she will almost heal after two months of recuperation."

"Thank you, doctor."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you for your hard work." A shallow smile appeared on Park So-yeon's face, and the pain in her eyes flashed.

"It's not hard." Quan Baolan held her hand, winked and smiled, "I really hope it's been two months now." ”

"Me too, me too!"

Park Ji-yeon glanced at Jeon Baolan cautiously.

Quan Baolan couldn't bear it, but she still glared at her with a straight face.

Park Ji-yeon was aggrieved.

"I'm going to be discharged." Park So-yeon struggled to her feet.

"Are you crazy?" Li Juli frowned.

"We only have one announcement of "Lovers in Haeundae" now, and I'm only a minor injury, so it's not in the way."

"Your role has been replaced, and even if you don't, will your feet be able to support you?" Quan Baolan said angrily.

Park So-yeon was silent, "I'm tired. ”

"You rest."

"Sister, why is Sister Baolan so weird lately?"

Han Enjing shook her head and bit her lip, "I don't know either." ”

Park Hyo-min didn't understand what happened to Jeon Baolan, but she would never believe that Jeon Baolan would harm them.

……

"I shouldn't have bothered you, did I?"

From the accident to the present, except for IU to visit, the seniors and seniors of the previous company are afraid to avoid it, let alone others, and they are very surprised who the person who is talking is it.

They turned their heads in unison to see a woman struggling to carry a fruit basket and some insulated boxes.

"Sika."

"Sister Sika."

Jessica smiled back, "They all have notices, so I've been entrusted with the task." ”

Well, that's it.

It's ironic that before the troll incident, they were just one step away from ascending to the throne.

At that time, everyone who saw them affectionately and respectfully called their seniors and sisters.

And now only IU, Girls' Generation, dares to openly support them.

It's love to come, it's duty not to come.

They kept this affection in their hearts, and all their voices were too pale.

Jessica looked at Park So-yeon's bloodless face, and felt indescribably uncomfortable.

"It's going to be fine."

"Thank you." Park So-yeon grinned.

Queen's, former teammates, current teammates, and family members who are still swaying in the wind and rain are her most precious treasures.

"By the way, it's almost noon, let's eat together."

"This is the black chicken soup prepared by Taeyeon, this is the pork rib soup that Yuna asked her sister to stew, and this is ......"

But she wasn't prepared, which made Jessica embarrassed.

"Sister Sika eats with her." Park Ji-yeon affectionately hugged Jessica's wrist.

"Okay."

"Who was the murderer who hit your sister?"

"It's not a murderer......"

"Huh?"

Park Ji-yeon bit her chopsticks, and Sister Jessica was not an outsider, so she didn't hide it, and whispered: "It's because Sister So-yeon's agent dozed off and didn't pay attention to crashing into an Audi A6, and he is also in this hospital." ”

"Oh." Jessica pursed her lips, "What's his name?" ”

Park Ji-yeon wondered.

"It's okay, I'll ask." Jessica picked up a piece of pork and put it in Park Ji-yeon's bowl, "Good girl, it's going to be okay." ”

"Eun."

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"Mr. Weng, you are in good health, and you can be discharged from the hospital after recuperating for half a month."

"Are you sure it's okay?" Weng Ting did not give up.

The doctor smiled patiently: "Trust us doctors, many patients will be cranky, I promise, you are currently healthy except for these problems." ”

"That's good, that's good, I'm sorry for you."

"It's our duty."

Weng Tingjun nodded, and when he saw that the people in the ward had dispersed, he began to solve his personal problems.

With a pillow, Weng Tingjun found a relatively comfortable position and slowly lay down, opening the notebook leisurely, he has no interest in online games, and he also wants to participate in the most popular lol, but unfortunately his hand is disabled, he belongs to the category of primary school students.

There's no shame in showing up.

Browsing the recent situation of the poet's studio, Weng Tingjun focused on the two types of anchors: outdoor and foodie.

He vaguely remembered that there was a news in South Korea that was very popular in his previous life, as if a Korean anchor earned millions of yuan a month by eating live broadcasts, but he didn't know what it was, anyway, he was a foodie.

According to the current sharing ratio, if such a streamer appears in his studio, he can bring him a third of the share in a month.

Therefore, he thinks that the anchors in this aspect of foodies can be focused on training.

"I'm ...... this wave"

Weng Tingjun looked at the foodie anchor at his home and gave a thumbs up.

Just eat a seafood sauce with a facial expression directly high # tide.

He directly logged on to his account, looked at the balance of 17W won, and directly swiped the most expensive gift domineeringly.

"Airplane...... Ah, West, it's an airplane. ”

"Troubadour?"

"The president of the Poets' Studio? Don't be too domineering. ”

"Report my oba to Ermai, you are so annoying to the field control, are you blind? No, boss, I'll hug you directly~~~"

Looking at her estimated weight of two hundred catties, Weng Tingjun's heart trembled.

"Boss, you speak!"

Weng Tingjun downloaded the voice changer, and it was better to be cautious, "Live well, I have me." ”

There are 4708 people in this foodie channel, and when they heard this sentence, they were high #tide again.

"One qiē has me!"

"One qiē has me!"

"One qiē has me!"

"One qiē has me!"

The barrage was full of these words, and Weng Tingjun grinned.

It was so glaring that he had to give himself a perfect score.

Perfect.

Just wanted to continue to install 13, the door was suddenly opened, Weng Tingjun closed the notebook, and suddenly panicked, thinking that it was her again?

Weng Tingjun hadn't come to his senses yet, and the people who came in were the first to speak.

"Let me declare first, I'm not here to see you, I'm just passing by and returning your things by the way."

Jessica had expected Weng Tingjun to be injured, but seeing that he was wrapped in a mummy, only half of his cheeks were exposed, and undried blood could be seen on the bandages, she covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming.

The woman in front of her is wearing a long peaked cap, oversized sunglasses on her face, and a white patterned T-shirt with a t-shirt tipped into red jeans.

The whole person is very simple to wear, but there is a very eye-catching sense of fashion.

It's her.

"I know." Weng Tingjun wanted to laugh, but he inevitably pulled the wound on his face, and he endured the pain, "Sit down, what do you want to drink?" ”

Then he realized that this was not a café, and said awkwardly: "I'm sorry, there is only plain water here." ”

Lying again.

Jessica snorted coldly, a little annoyed in her heart, and she puffed out her mouth slightly.

"Hey! Are you okay. ”

Do you want to take the initiative to care and pretend that you don't care?

"It's okay, it's just a minor injury."

Jessica's face changed, and her eyes were sharp, "Do you know what you hurt Sister Su Yan into?" Do you know that the few announcements left in their group have been killed by you? Do you know if if they have some accidents, the people outside wish they died sooner? Do you know what they are suffering right now? ”

Weng Tingjun was silent.