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Han Zidong shook his down jacket to make sure there was no broken glass in it, then he put it on in a hurry and tightened the zipper.

I have to say that Seoul at two o'clock in the morning is really cold.

At this moment, the outdoor temperature is probably several degrees below zero, and his lining is another sweater, with air leaks everywhere, and the whistling night wind makes him want to curse!
Glancing back, Han Sun Hwa and Song Ji Eun stood beside him, looking at the direction of the front of the car without saying a word, while Jeon Hyo Seong sat in a daze not far behind the car, not knowing what he was thinking.

Four people stood or sat around the two ends of the car, quietly waiting for rescue.

The process of waiting for an ambulance is a bit like a cancer patient waiting for the result of a biopsy. It is full of entanglement about the unknown result. They hope that the result will come out soon, but they are also worried that the result will not be something they can afford.

But the four of them have no way to rescue them, so they can only wait.

Because the car was overturned, the only fulcrum to ensure that the car would not continue to slide was the small tree no bigger than a baby's wrist, and the front of the car was seriously deformed. Without tools, it was difficult for him to rescue the two people in the front seat.

Unlike the three people in the rear seat, even without his appearance, as long as the three women can calm down and boldly and carefully clean up the debris on the rear windshield, the three of them have every hope of crawling through the rear window. Come out and save yourself successfully.

In fact, what is more important is that his first aid knowledge is limited. If the two people in the car hurt their cervical spine, ribs and other organs, he may cause serious secondary injuries if he rescues them rashly.

Hearing that the emergency siren was getting closer, Han Shanhua, who was able to move freely, ran up quickly, stood by the guardrail, shouted, and waved for help from a distance.

In fact, Han Shanhua didn't need to do this at all. A car with double flashing lights was parked beside the guardrail, which was much more conspicuous than her.

Han Zidong glanced at Han Shanhua.

He didn't say anything, but wrapped his clothes tightly. He probably understood Han Shanhua's psychology. It was nothing more than that she wanted to find something to do to cover up her uneasiness rather than standing still and waiting.

Thinking of this, he looked back at Song Zhien who was standing behind a small tree.

Song Zhien's eyes were glazed over, even though she was out of danger, she was still very disturbed.

Everyone's psychological endurance is different. Some people like Han Shanhua can quickly regain their composure. Naturally, there will be Song Zhien who has a weaker endurance. Han Zidong will not think of the other party just because the other party is in a state of absence all the time.

This rescue made him fully understand a truth. At the scene of the disaster, perhaps the silent people may be more seriously injured, such as the unconscious member Zinger, such as Song Ji-eun.

He came to the car, picked up a pillow, walked to Quan Xiaosheng's side, put the pillow on the ground, helped Quan Xiaosheng get up and let her sit on the pillow.

Jeon Hyo Seong thanked him again, and asked about the injuries of the assistants and members, but he couldn't give a reliable conclusion, so he could only comfort the other party that the emergency siren was approaching.

Gently pressing Quan Xiaosheng's calf, he asked with concern: "Does the leg still hurt?"

Quan Xiaosheng nodded.

"I should persuade him more to drive slowly."

She lowered her head, resting her forehead with one hand, as if she had fallen into a vicious circle of self-blame: "If I persuade you a little more, maybe..."

"You did a great job. If you hadn't pinned down Song Zhien with your leg, she probably...wouldn't be able to wait for me to come over."

Han Zidong comforted him.

He is not comforting Jun Hyo Seung, but Jun Hyo Seung is able to protect the member Song Ji Eun with his injured leg when his own leg is injured, which is really remarkable.

Simply a fairy captain.

This also made him change his previous attitude towards Jun Hyo Seong, and he said a little more respect: "No one can do better than you."

Jeon Hyo Seong looked up at him, and at this moment, Song Zhi Eun called out.

"Oh! Unnie, assistant Oppa is awake~"

Han Zidong smiled warmly at Quan Xiaosheng when he heard the words.

There is nothing more gratifying than the wounded waking up. He quickly got up and came to the front of the car.

After a simple confirmation, the driver's cervical spine seems to have a problem, which may be a simple strain or a more serious fracture. Although they can't make random shots, it is always a good thing that people have regained consciousness.

After suffering for another minute, the police and ambulance personnel rushed to the scene one after another.

Han Zidong did not leave, but obeyed the arrangement of the ambulance personnel and tried his best.

It took more than ten minutes for the two people in the front seat to be carried on the stretcher. After being confirmed by the ambulance personnel, Zinger, a member of the secret group who was still in a coma, was the most seriously injured, with broken ribs and a possible lung injury.

The assistant who drove the fast car was lucky. The cervical spine was indeed injured, but there was no fracture, and a few bruises were not a big problem.

Jeon Hyo-sung's leg is not broken, it may be that the previous old injury has not healed, and now a new injury has been added, which caused a particularly severe tingling pain, which makes people feel that her leg is suspected to be broken.

Han Shanhua's face was slightly swollen, and the scratches were obvious, but she was not disfigured, which was a blessing in misfortune.

Song Zhien, who was rescued the first time, had no serious problems, only minor injuries, but for her, the psychological shadow of the car accident may have been more serious, until she boarded the ambulance, her whole mind was still a little confused.

After cooperating with the police to complete the witness investigation, he left a contact information and returned to his car.

He didn't drive on the road in a hurry, but sat quietly in the car for three or four minutes, and when his hands recovered, just when he was about to continue on the road, his cell phone rang suddenly.

The caller is an unknown phone number.

After waiting for two or three seconds, he pressed the switch button.

As soon as the call was connected, a male voice full of air almost tore his eardrums.

"Ah, Xiba!"

"Is Quan Minxiu awake? Let him answer the phone!"

"You son of a bitch, can you drive a car!"

He guessed the identity of the other party, probably because he asked Jeon Hyo-sung to contact his family before, maybe someone notified the company by the way, from the words and attitude, it is very likely that the opposite party is a certain management of TS Entertainment.

It's just that this guy is a little out of his mind.

No matter how anxious you are, at least ask the owner of the phone first.

He didn't have a good impression of TS Entertainment, but after listening to a high-pitched rap, he didn't have a good look at the caller.

After the opposite party finished venting, he replied slowly: "Who the fuck are you, did you drink too much miso soup and spit feces all over your mouth!"

"Yeah, West..."

Han Zidong hung up the phone, blocked the other party directly, and continued driving on the road, finally arriving at the hospital in Jiangnan District at [-]:[-] in the morning.

After Jiang Seulqi finished the nebulization treatment, she and Pei Zhuxuan were sitting in the corridor outside the nebulizer waiting for him.

"Didn't you say to help save people?"

Seeing him, Pei Zhuxuan immediately greeted him, and at the same time stretched out her hand to remove a few pieces of lining floating on the outside of the down jacket for him.

"No way, you can't clean up the broken glass by hand."

Fortunately, it was late at night, and there were not many people in the hospital corridor, so Han Zidong simply bent down and let Pei Zhuxuan help clean up the mess.

He walked around Pei Zhuxuan, glanced at Jiang Seulqi, and waved to him with his hand.

Jiang Seqi pursed her lips, raised her hand to respond, and quickly lowered her head again. It could be seen that the vocal cord knot made her very shocked.

Han Zidong touched Pei Zhuxuan's head in relief, strode past him, walked to Jiang Seqi's side, and squatted down.

He tilted his head and approached Jiang Seulqi, looked into her eyes, and smiled warmly.

"Very good. After waiting for so long, I finally got the chance. How about it, Seki, draw manga with me!"

Listening to Han Zidong's words, Jiang Seqi was very moved, the corners of her mouth trembled, and she wanted to say something.

But when she opened her mouth, she couldn't say anything, the tears in her eyes couldn't be held anymore, and they slid out like a bank bursting.

Since entering the company through selection in 2007, she has experienced the joy of joining the company at the beginning, the numbness after adapting to the life of a trainee, the loss of missing the opportunity to debut, and the depression period when she did not see her debut hope for a long time. The familiar contemporaries and seniors around her are becoming more and more The less, the less self-confidence.

When she is alone, she will ask herself whether she is doing well now, or is she just dragging her youth.

After finally meeting Han Zidong, she appeared on a variety show again, stepped onto the stage ahead of time, and gained the love of many audiences, but why did she have to face the problem of vocal cord summary at such a critical juncture!
Jiang Seulqi covered her face and wept bitterly.

Han Zidong stretched out his hand, then retracted it. He was still not good at comforting the crying girl.

"Seqi, it's okay, there's me, and Han Zidong," Pei Zhuxuan sat beside her, put her arms around Jiang Seulqi's head and let him lean on her shoulder: "We're here."

Jiang Seulqi cried in a low voice, and gradually hugged Pei Zhuxuan tightly.

Pei Zhuxuan made a reassuring expression to Han Zidong, Han Zidong gave Pei Zhuxuan a thumbs up, and looked at Jiang Seqi.

Jiang Seulqi has always been the embodiment of tenacity in his eyes, and he is strict with himself all the time. This is the first time he saw Jiang Seulqi crying bitterly. He sighed, slowly got up and leaned Standing on the wall.

Cry, it's much better than accumulating all the pressure in your heart.

When Jiang Seqi's crying gradually stopped, Han Zidong thought that public places like the hospital were not suitable for staying for a long time, so he took the two of them to the car.

From Pei Zhuxuan's mouth, I learned that she has already contacted a staff member of the trainee department and reported the basic situation to him, but Jiang Seulqi's family has not been notified yet.

It's not a serious illness. Contacting the family at this time is of no use except to make the family worry for a night.

After confirming that Jiang Seulqi had the same thoughts as him, Han Zidong drove the two of them back to their home in Nonhyeon-dong.

As for exposing the secret residence of himself and Pei Zhuxuan to Jiang Seulqi, he didn't think it mattered, on the contrary, he needed Jiang Seulqi's help as a cover more and more.

When he chose the monthly rental house in Nonhyeon-dong, he never considered the possibility of staying overnight with outsiders, but just regarded it as a secret space for himself and Pei Zhuxuan to stay temporarily, so the space in this house is very small .

It was so small that even if he wanted to sleep on the floor, he could only choose the master bedroom.

Even if he was laying on the floor, he had to stay, not because he had any strange ideas, insisting on squeezing into the same room with Pei Zhuxuan and Jiang Seulqi, but because he was too tired.

Furthermore, he lives here, so it is convenient to adjust the arrangement of today's shooting.

Although Jiang Seulqi's vocal cords are weak, he doesn't intend to let her get out of the car.

Even if she can't sing, Jiang Seulgi can still dance and draw comics. There are 12 people in the Qingchun group, so it's not a big problem to lose one person to open her voice.

After washing up, he changed into a set of casual clothes and got into the quilt directly.

There is floor heating, and the quilt is very warm.

Originally, he had worked hard all day, and he had put in a lot of effort on the Olympic Avenue. As soon as he touched the pillow, he felt as if he had been sealed, and he felt drowsy, and his eyelids were clenched.

Just when he was about to meet Duke Zhou, Pei Zhuxuan's voice brought him back to reality.

"Han Zidong?"

"exist."

Han Zidong barely opened his eyes and responded.

I saw Pei Zhuxuan, who was wearing a ball head, propping his chin with both hands, lying on the edge of the bed and looking at him from top to bottom, smiling at Yanyan, and whispered: "Our man is really reliable."

Han Zidong smiled: "You are also very reliable, it is O'Neill after all!"

Hearing Han Zidong's praise, Pei Zhuxuan pursed her lips and shook her head triumphantly: "That's right."

"Well, we definitely can't be small just because we are petite..."

"Ah, Chu Gulei!"

Pei Zhuxuan picked up the pillow at hand and threw it at Han Zidong.

She still felt puzzled after smashing it, looked out of the bedroom again, smiled, sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out her feet, poked into the quilt, and touched Han Zidong's stomach by feeling.

Under the gaze of Han Zidong's wide-eyed eyes, she stepped on Han Zidong's stomach lightly with her little feet. While stepping, she pulled her sleeves to cover her mouth and giggled.

abnormal!
Han Zidong became more energetic, looked at Pei Zhuxuan and asked, "What are you doing?"

"For you..." Seeing the helpless expression on the man's foot, Pei Zhuxuan burst into laughter and said, "Massage your...belly."

"Tummy massage, huh?"

Han Zidong got up quickly, grabbed Pei Zhuxuan's ankle, and pulled her into his arms before Pei Zhuxuan could react.

"Yeah, what are you doing~"

Pei Zhuxuan pressed his chest with one hand, panting heavily, and lightly hammered his chest with the other: "It scared me."

"You practiced dancing all day, did you take a shower, and you just stomped on me?"

Pei Zhuxuan raised her head and said proudly, "I didn't wash~"

"No, right!"

Han Zidong hugged Pei Zhuxuan and lay down on the quilt, scratching Pei Zhuxuan's itch with both hands, Pei Zhuxuan repeatedly stretched out his hands to stop him, but it was of no avail: "Oh, you...don't make trouble~"

"Just make a fuss, make a fuss~"

Soon, he pressed Pei Zhuxuan's hands with one hand, and Pei Zhuxuan pursed her lips, her two watery eyes flickered, bit her lower lip, and said softly, "Let me go, okay?"

"Hmm... not good!"

Han Zidong grabbed Pei Zhuxuan's wrists, straightly wrapped Pei Zhuxuan's hands over his head, and pressed them on the quilt. Now Pei Zhuxuan really became a fish on the chopping board and let him slaughter him.

He tilted his head and slowly leaned over.

The lips of the two were pressed together, and he let go of Pei Zhuxuan's hand.

Pei Zhuxuan's hands were free again, and slowly hugged Han Zidong tightly.

The two kissed heartily.

Feeling the faint smell of woody perfume coming from Han Zidong's body, she was a little obsessed, and then let go of Han Zidong, her lips moved to Han Zidong's neck and kissed gently.

Just when she was dazzled, a clear sound of the door opening came to her ears. She immediately pushed Han Zidong away and climbed onto the bed.

She kept lying on her side on the head of the bed, pretending nothing happened.

Han Zidong leaned against the closet behind him and touched his lips, apparently a little unsatisfied.

About seven or eight seconds later, Jiang Seulqi, who was wearing loose-fitting pajamas and pajamas, opened the door and walked in.