When they arrived at the hospital, Fu Lin was inside for diagnosis, and Wen Muyao was waiting anxiously outside the ward.

She couldn't sit still at all, and there was no one in the corridor, so she turned around in a circle directly, so anxious that she was almost anxious.

The woman who suddenly came out and called her a slut and asked her to "stay away from him" seems to be an extreme fan of Fu Lin.

thought that Fu Lin would be fine after pacifying that group of fans, but she really underestimated the paranoia of extreme fans, and even brought a bucket of hot water of nearly 100 degrees to splash her.

Wen Muyao couldn't imagine what the consequences would have been if Fu Lin hadn't pushed her away in time at that time.

If that happens, the bucket of hot water will be splashed on her face, and the skin on her face is the most tender and soft part of the human body, and she will probably be disfigured!

Now, Wen Muyao only needs to think about that possibility now, and he is too scared to do it.

And she never thought that in that case, Fu Lin would actually push her away and let the bucket of hot water splash herself.

Fortunately, he turned his head in time so that the hot water did not splash on his face, otherwise he would have been disfigured.

But what if that wasn't a bucket of hot water at all, but a bucket of sulfuric acid?

No, the more I think about it, the more scared I become, I can't think about it anymore......

Wen Muyao forced himself to calm down, sat on the bench in the corridor, and quietly waited for the result.

Soon, a man in a black and white shirt appeared from the hallway.

He ran over panting, holding his knees, and asked while panting, "I just rushed over, how is Fu Lin?" ”

Wen Muyao glanced at the visitor, this man who was nearly thirty years old was Fu Lin's agent Wu Zhao.

"He's still being treated inside, and I don't know if there will be any external injuries."

When Wen Muyao spoke, she was a little lacking in confidence, and she didn't even dare to look up at Wu Zhao's eyes.

Wu Zhao ran all the way upstairs, he wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, sat next to Wen Muyao, and slowed down for a few minutes before he recovered.

He glanced at the closed door of the ward, then at Wen Muyao's side face, and sighed.

"Xiao Wen." Wu Zhao spoke earnestly, "I know that when this happens, you must be even more uncomfortable than me, so you don't have to worry too much." ”

Wen Muyao pursed her lips and did not speak.

How could she not care.

Wu Zhao sighed again and spoke again: "I still have one more thing I want to tell you, Fu Lin really likes you, if you don't like him, don't give him hope." ”

"This may not be appropriate for me to say, but as Fu Lin's agent, I want him to be good the most, and I say this for his sake."

Wen Muyao froze, his whole body was like a fire, embarrassed and uncomfortable.

She pursed her lips and whispered, "I see." ”

After saying this, she lowered her head, and Wu Zhao didn't speak again.

Soon, the door of the ward opened, and the nurse came out and said that Fu Lin was fine, and they could go in, Wen Muyao and Wu Zhao hurriedly got up and walked in.

Fu Lin was lying on the hospital bed in a hospital gown, his left arm was wrapped in gauze, his face was a little pale, but he was in good spirits, and he was very happy to see Wen Muyao.

"Have you been waiting outside? I'm fine, the bucket that the person carried was originally 100 degrees of boiling water, but it became a little cooler on the way here, resulting in a temperature that was not so high, so there was no need for skin grafting, but it had to recuperate for half a month. ”