Song Ye's white moonlight stand-in, I'm not right

Chapter 120 Song Yan fainted

Couldn't sleep, tossed and turned, couldn't sleep.

The mind is very clear, but the body is very tired.

Accidentally thinking about messy things, thinking too much.

She fell asleep and dreamed about Song Zhaoyan, and after waking up, she saw Song Yan's life. After a few days, she became a little confused and couldn't figure out Song Yan and Song Zhaoyan.

She thought, did Song Zhaoyan come to scare her because he sensed that she was doing something bad?
When she thinks that such a gentle and refined person as Song Zhaoyan is forced by her to be uneasy, he will definitely collapse.

Thinking about it, I found it a little funny.

Qi Yue raised her lips and smiled, turned over and curled herself into a ball, trying hard to fall asleep.

The barking of the dog still didn't stop, occasionally mixed with a few sharp whimpers of the cat, and it was unknown what kind of cat-dog battle was about to take place.

It was after three o'clock that Qi Yue finally fell asleep.

Early the next morning, she took a look at her phone, and Song Yan actually sent her a text message at four o'clock.

Tell her to take care of herself, tell her not to get angry with unimportant people, but never talk about when to go home.

Qi Yue watched Song Yan's words with her mobile phone in her arms, her heart felt warm and cold for a while.

The unimportant people refer to Miga.

Qi Yue smiled wryly, Song Yan still acquiesced to attribute the mistake to her.

We got up early today, and when we arrived at the shooting location, everyone happened to be director Tu and they had just arrived, so it was a good thing that they didn't get scolded.

Mijia followed Assistant Li and glanced at her from time to time, as if she was uncomfortable without a fight.

Qi Yue sat down in her seat and yawned, and started to draw when the sun came out.

Song Yan came very late today, and came in a nanny car around ten o'clock. Tu Yan didn't let anyone take pictures of him, as if he was dissatisfied with his lateness.

Song Yan looked indifferent, quietly watching them chatting over there, and didn't participate in it.

If possible, the sky is the quilt, the ground is the bed, and Song Yan can fall asleep in minutes.

Too tired, really too tired, slept at [-] o'clock last night, woke up at [-] o'clock today.

He only slept for more than an hour in 24 hours, and such days have passed for many consecutive days.

Xu Zhen opened the glass tube of glucose and poured it into a cup for him, saying, "Brother Yan, drink some."

Song Yan glanced at the transparent liquid in the glass. He had already drank it many times, and it was so sweet that it made him feel sick.But it cannot be denied that drinking it has a certain effect.

Song Yan took it and drank it in one gulp, turned on the leveler and took several sips.

"Teacher Song, is it alright?" Tu Yan asked him.

Song Yan nodded slightly, and blended into Shen Mengxi and the others.

The variety show of [In the World] combines poetic life with firewood, rice, oil and salt, adding more fun to life and bringing a lot of comfort to people living in the city.

Shen Mengxi seemed to take care of Song Yan very much, and kept talking about Song Yan, and he spoke heartily and generously, unlike Xu Beiyin, who had thorns in his words and dug holes, Shen Mengxi was really much better than Xu Beiyin.

Qi Yue excitedly drew a lot of stick figures for Shen Mengxi, and then added what she said next to it.

Zhao Jiayi wrapped her in a cotton coat, squeezed her and said, "Squeezing is warmer."

After counting the pencil in his hand, Qi Yue moved closer to Zhao Jiayi: "Hahaha, who told you to wear it so thin."

Zhao Jiayi sighed, "It's a force six wind today, I blame me for not checking the weather forecast."

It is indeed a lot colder in mid-November. At this time of the year, Jiang City is very windy, and sometimes there is smog. It is okay in the suburbs, and the city is completely visible from a distance of 50 meters.

It's better for time to pass faster, and faster, Song Yan will be fine after this time.

The day Song Yan couldn't hold on was the last day of filming for this variety show. He suddenly passed out in front of everyone in the afternoon.

At that time Shen Mengxi had already left, Shen Chong and Zhang Yuan were packing things in the courtyard, Song Yan was standing well, but fell down unexpectedly.

"Brother Yan!" Li Yunlei was the closest to him, and hurried over to squat beside him.

There were more and more people watching, no one dared to move Song Yan at will, so Tu Yan asked his assistant to call 120.

In addition to fainting, Song Yan lay straight on the ground with a pale complexion.

Qi Yue broke through the crowd and went in, touched Song Yan's arm, his body temperature was very low.

The big guy was flustered and flustered when something happened, and he didn't know what to do at all.

I called 120 over there, so I could only wait quietly.

"Playing brother?"

"Mr. Song?"

"Song Yan?"

"Mr. Song?"

Qi Yue squatted beside Song Yan and yelled several times, but Song Yan didn't move.

When Song Yan fainted, he was pushed and touched by many salty pig hands. When he woke up, no one dared to touch him. Once he fell asleep, there were too many people who wanted to touch him.

Fortunately, 120 sent a car very quickly, and Song Yan was not tortured anymore, and was soon carried into the car.

"Director Tu, I know Mr. Song's family, let me go to the hospital with you." Qi Yue volunteered.

Tu Yan narrowed his eyes and looked at her: "Really know each other?"

Qi Yue nodded sharply: "Really."

"Okay." Tu Yan allowed her to follow, turned around and explained a few words to the assistant, so Song Yan, Tu Yan and Qi Yue went to the hospital.

In the ambulance, the doctor examined Song Yan, frowning all the time.

Tu Yan thought it was a serious illness and hurriedly asked what was going on.

The doctor injected him with glucose, and then said: "Temporary shock, not serious, it's almost like falling asleep, but sleeping more deeply."

Qi Yue breathed a sigh of relief, she was really tired and fell asleep.

"The symptoms of shock are blood pressure, hypothermia, indifference, pale complexion, and cold limbs. The body temperature has been measured, and it is 34.2°C, which is indeed low enough." The doctor explained Song Yan's situation to them, and Tu Yan was relieved. .

If something serious happens in his show, Song will not only have to pay a lot of money for someone of his worth, but he will also be scolded to death by everyone.

One year, a star of a certain variety show fainted on the spot, did not take first aid measures, and died after being sent to the hospital slowly. Harsh.

Qi Yue was sitting next to Song Yan, grabbing the corner of his clothes all the time.

Song Yan slept for a long time, and a tube of epinephrine was injected, but he still had no symptoms of waking up.

"Don't disturb the others, let's get some more sleep. The patient has been extremely stressed recently and is too tired." When he arrived at the hospital, Song Yan was placed in the VIP ward, and the doctor told them not to disturb her.

Qi Yue sat on the chair outside the ward and waited for a while, Shen Qiong hurried over, looked at her, and asked: "Is my son's fainting related to you?"

Qi Yue didn't speak, and Tu Yan, who was on the side, didn't seem too surprised to see that Qi Yue really knew Song Yan's family, but he spoke for her: "Mrs. Song, you misunderstood. Song Yan fainted because of overwork and mental stress. The temporary shock caused by the stretching will wake up in a short time."

Shen Qiong glanced at him, but didn't take him seriously: "What's wrong with my son, I'll show you!"

I don't know who said this to, anyway, Qi Yue and Tu Yan didn't respond to her words.

"This is a hospital, please don't make loud noises, thank you." The doctor came out of the office and warned.

(End of this chapter)