[It hurts so much...]
[I've never hurt this much in my life.]
[Even having s*x with Xie Yanci didn't hurt this much.]
[Fuck...]
Xu Shi opened his eyes, swearing under his breath. The glaring lights of the hospital room greeted him, and he instinctively raised a hand to shield his eyes.
The needle in the back of his hand was impossible to miss.
"..."
He remembered.
A large light on set had fallen straight down. He had instinctively pushed Wen Yu out of the way, only for it to land on his shoulder.
Xia Shian had even shoved him aside and carried Wen Yu away.
[*...*]
[That bastard.]
"Xu Shi?" Xiao Chi leaned over, looking excited. "You're awake? I'll get the doctor."
"Hey..."
Xu Shi wanted to say something else, but Xiao Chi had already dashed off.
The hospital room was quiet, with no one else there.
Xu Shi sighed quietly.
[I wonder how Wen Yu is doing.]
[Where's Song Zhixing? With something this serious happening, he's probably getting torn apart.]
[And... Xie Yanci.]
[I wonder if he's heard that I got hurt.]
"There's a mild dislocation in your arm. You should avoid exerting it for the next few days." The doctor examined him thoroughly.
"Thank you."
Xiao Chi saw the doctor out, then hurried back over once the door closed.
"You scared me to death! Why did you go and save Wen Yu?"
Xiao Chi was his assistant, so naturally he was on his side and didn't want him getting hurt.
"I..." Xu Shi didn't know how to explain it either.
His mind hadn't even caught up at the time; his body had instinctively pushed Wen Yu away.
He didn't really want to keep discussing it, so he asked casually, "Where's Song Zhixing? Has this been kept under wraps?"