Cheng Yiran was soon transferred to a VIP ward. In the evening, Zhong Luochen came to the hospital quietly.
The bodyguards hired by Feiyun Entertainment dared not stop him.
Cheng Yun said beside Zhong Luochen, "The doctor said tonight, or one or two days later, not sure. Alas, this guy, why did he learn to race! Why do these stars always like to race! Fortunately, it's not drunk driving, or else it'll be a lot of trouble! "
"I was the one who asked him to drive the car," Zhong Luochen said indifferently.
Cheng Yun … the golden henchman patted his own mouth awkwardly, lowering his head and stepping back, "The media seems to know, I'll deal with them."
"Wait, what's that?" Zhong Luochen pointed at a bag on the sofa in the ward — the bag that Cheng Yiran used to store his guitar.
Cheng Yun didn't care much, saying casually, "Oh, it's Cheng Yiran's guitar that never leaves his side. Speaking of which, this guitar is really tough. The front of the car was hit, but it's still intact. It seems this broken thing is more lucky than that sports car. "
Zhong Luochen said indifferently, "You go deal with those reporters. If necessary, find someone to replace him, and try to keep the negative news as low as possible. By the way, don't say he hasn't woken up, just say he needs to rest temporarily. Also, inform Miss Zhang, she's also a shareholder, don't hide it. "
"I see, Second Young Master." Cheng Yun nodded, "I'll do it well, don't worry!"
"Go." Zhong Luochen waved his hand, "I'll go back by myself if I have nothing to do."
Cheng Yun opened the door and left.
Zhong Luochen walked around Cheng Yiran's bed with his hands clasped behind his back, looking at him up and down. Finally, he sat on the sofa, thinking about something quietly.
At this time, the door opened, and a nurse came in, saying she wanted to check Cheng Yiran's temperature — Anyway, it was necessary for the daily ward rounds.
Zhong Luochen didn't say anything, even though he knew that the nurse glanced at him from time to time … but he still looked at that black bag.
"Hmm …" At this time, Zhong Luochen carried the bag over. His face was calm, and he was neither surprised nor happy. He just took out the guitar inside and carefully observed it.
Suddenly he put his hand on the strings. He had once learned the piano and had the ability to perform in a concert hall … The direct descendants of the Zhong Family had to be multi-talented.
However, he didn't know how to play such a common instrument, so he just casually plucked it a few times.
He started to play the guitar and observed the reaction of the nurse in the ward. The nurse was still peeking at him from time to time.
However, Zhong Luochen could clearly tell that this attention was not because of the sound of the guitar.
This caused Zhong Luochen to frown slightly as he considered something … Could it be that apart from Cheng Yiran, to others, it was just an ordinary guitar?
Or perhaps it was just him who couldn't do it? He remembered that as long as this guitar made a sound, regardless of whether it was a song or not, it always had magical power.
Zhong Luochen's fingers continued to casually tease the strings until the nurse finally had nothing else to do and reluctantly left the child. Only then did Zhong Luochen stop.
Zhong Luochen suddenly wanted to let the two bodyguards outside the door have a try.
However, just as he was about to put this idea into practice, he heard some voices outside the door. Zhong Luochen frowned and walked to the door.
He didn't intend to open the door, but just wanted to listen.
After he understood the reason of the conversation outside, Zhong Luochen thought for a while, then suddenly opened the door and asked indifferently … Even though he already knew the answer, he still asked, "What happened?"
"Mr. Zhong! Sorry to disturb you! "A bodyguard hurriedly said at this time with some panic.
Another bodyguard hurriedly said, "This gentleman said that he wanted to go in and have a look. We didn't let him in, so he … "
Zhong Luochen then looked at the two bodyguards who were pointing at the man.
He was about the same age as Cheng Yiran, wearing a work uniform with a strong smell of engine oil. There was a black edge on his fingernails … He was probably a person who had been engaged in mechanical repair for a long time.
He also had an anxious look.
"Who are you?" Zhong Luochen waved his hand, letting the three people separate.
"Hello! I, my name is Hong Guan. I don't intend to do anything, I just want to ask about Yiran's situation … Is, is he okay? "
"Yiran …" Zhong Luochen suddenly said, "What's your relationship with Cheng Yiran?"
"I'm his friend …" Hong Guan said subconsciously, then smiled bitterly, "Once."
…
"How … how did he become like this? Can he wake up? "
In the ward, Hong Guan looked at the unconscious Cheng Yiran, asking Zhong Luochen directly. He didn't know the origin of this noble man, but he remembered the bodyguard called his name, "Mr. Zhong …"
"Slight concussion and some external injuries. The doctor said that he's okay, and will wake up in two days. "Zhong Luochen paused, then asked," You said that you were his friend? "
Hong Guan couldn't figure out the origin of this man, so he shook his head, "It's a bit complicated, nothing … I just came to see him, as long as he's okay. Mr. Zhong, please don't tell him that I've been here. "
Zhong Luochen said, "You came to the hospital to see him, but you don't want him to know. Isn't it a waste of your time?"
Hong Guan touched his head and smiled, "Actually, my wife is also here. She's upstairs … She's about to give birth, and I come to see her every day! I just happened to overhear the nurses at the nurses' station talking about a celebrity who was hospitalized … I just found out. "
The mechanic's wife lived in the ward upstairs …?
Zhong Luochen didn't point it out, but said indifferently, "Since you're here, just stay a little longer. Cheng Yiran should want someone to accompany him. "
"I … I probably can't." Hong Guan sighed, then looked at Zhong Luochen, "Mr. Zhong, you are …"
"Me?" Zhong Luochen smiled, "I'm his colleague."
"So …" Hong Guan nodded and didn't ask more … Probably not just an ordinary colleague, right?
But he was a little embarrassed to stay here, and his eyes couldn't help but look around … Soon he saw the guitar placed on the sofa, and his eyes suddenly became absent-minded.
Zhong Luochen was fascinated by his observation, so how could he not notice Hong Guan's expression? He picked up the guitar silently, glanced at it, and said, "This is Yiran's. He always keeps it with him, and it's more important than anything else."
Hong Guan nodded, "I know."
"It seems that you know the story behind this guitar." Zhong Luochen handed the guitar to Hong Guan at this time.
Maybe it really carried too many memories of Hong Guan and Cheng Yiran, so Hong Guan didn't refuse to take the guitar. Instead, after holding it, his eyes became soft, and his fingers slowly rubbed the engraved words on the guitar.
"You sit for a while, I'll go to the bathroom." Zhong Luochen suddenly said, and walked directly to the door.
But there was a separate bathroom in the ward, right? Hong Guan couldn't figure out the thoughts of this noble, but he didn't pay too much attention … Maybe he just didn't want to get along with him?
Hong Guan looked at his greasy work clothes with self-mockery.
He also looked at Cheng Yiran, pulled a stool and sat by the bed … He didn't even think that they would meet again under such circumstances.
Looking at the guy lying on the hospital bed, Hong Guan let out a long sigh, "What happened to you? Wake up quickly, your career has just started, don't fall down in this place, okay? "
But Cheng Yiran … didn't hear it, right?
Hong Guan's expression was complicated, and his fingers subconsciously plucked the strings of the guitar — He was very busy recently, and hadn't touched the instrument for a long time.
…
Zhong Luochen didn't leave after opening the door, but just stood outside the door — He didn't even close the door, but simply made a gesture to the two bodyguards in front of the door to keep quiet.
Naturally, the two of them did not understand what this' Mister 'wanted to do, but they obeyed his orders and stood straight outside the door, one on the left and one on the right.
Zhong Luochen just looked at the slightly opened door with his hands behind his back, and closed his eyes, as if he was waiting for something … a sound.
"What's that sound?" One of the bodyguards was suddenly stunned, and then he was intoxicated.
"Is Mr. Cheng awake?" The other bodyguard muttered at this time, but he looked like he was enjoying it, "This is his song 'Again', right? It turns out to be so nice, why didn't I notice it before … "
Zhong Luochen narrowed his eyes, looking at the two at this moment.
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