MTL - Waiting Upon You-~ The twenty-sixth episode of the accident

The scream did not fall, and Feng Hao rushed to Ling Lang, only to see him slumped to the ground, his pupils contracted violently, his face pale as paper, and his shortness of breath was as if he had asthma.

"What's going on?" Feng Hao's voice was full of unprecedented tension.

The assistant was already panicked, "I, I don't know, suddenly, well ..."

Feng Hao didn't want to lift Ling Lang up, and "sent to the hospital first."

The crowd then reacted. They came up to help, the agent moved faster than Feng Hao. He had already driven the van to the door. He didn't know where to turn out a warning light and set it on the roof. "Get on the bus!"

Feng Hao put Ling Lang in the car without saying a word, and suddenly thought of something, he poked out his head and shouted, "Bring what he just ate!"

"He didn't eat anything just now ..." The assistant responded halfway, "He has coffee! Cup!"

The agent had kicked off the accelerator, the assistant sealed the cup used by Ling Lang with a bag, and sat in another car. The two cars drove towards the nearest hospital one after the other.

Ling Lang in the car stared at Feng Hao straight, but the focal length of his eyes had long been unknown, and he was in a state of inexplicable panic. The knuckles holding Feng Hao's clothes turned white due to excessive force.

"Hold on," Feng Hao hugged him tightly. Ling Lang's breathing became more and more difficult. It seemed that hypoxia might suffocate at any time. Feng Hao frowned, "Hurry up!" He looked up at the driver's seat. Shouted the agent.

Where did the agent use his orders, he sounded the siren, as soon as the gas pedal was pushed to the end, he immediately passed the two cars ahead.

The van rushed straight into the emergency center, and the trained medical staff immediately transferred Ling Lang to the flat car and quickly pushed it to the rescue room. Only the nurse's short voice sounded intermittently along the way.

"Body temperature is 36."

"Pulse is 150."

"Breathe 40."

"Unable to monitor blood pressure."

The doctor looked at Ling Lang's eyelids and observed his pupils. "What has the patient taken before?"

"Coffee," Feng Hao remembered what the assistant had just said.

"Have you ever had a coffee allergy? What about milk?"

"No," the agent rushed to answer.

"Any history of drug allergies?"

"nor."

The doctor explained something quickly. A nurse rushed to prepare. The party pushed Ling Lang into the rescue center and closed Feng Hao and his agent outside the door.

The assistant arrived quickly with the cup, and some coffee grounds remained at the bottom of the cup.

"How?" She asked anxiously.

Feng Hao glanced at the door of the emergency room and shook his head. "Send it for testing first."

After the assistant left, Feng Hao continued to walk around the door of the emergency room. The agent couldn't stand it anymore, and forced him to the stool. "Calm down."

He inadvertently lowered his head and saw that Feng Hao's hands shook slightly.

The agent has followed Ling Lang for more than ten years. Over the years, he has taken great care of Ling Lang. His feelings for him have already surpassed his feelings for entertainers. To him, Ling Lang is like his child, and Feng Hao is the one who suddenly broke in to take away his child.

What's more, in the past ten years, it has been secretly monitoring everyone who tries to approach Ling Lang. It is also one of his secret tasks to stifle any possible emotions in the bud. Even after the order was lifted, he kept it habitually. Old vigilance.

Under Feng Hao's high-profile moves, he even once suspected that the other party had deliberately used Ling Lang's superiority. However, at this moment, his views on Feng Hao suddenly changed.

"Don't worry," the agent uncharacteristically put his hand on the opponent's shoulder, soothing him like an elder, "Ling Lang will be fine."

"I used to," Feng Hao raised his hand to his mouth, "raised a dog."

The broker froze.

"It's a beautiful golden retriever."

"It's smart, it's good, it's never called."

"One time later ..." Feng Hao fell into painful memories. "He ate chocolate by mistake ..."

"Theoretically, large dogs will not die if they eat a little chocolate, but they have eaten a lot."

"At that time," his gaze fluttered towards the door of the emergency room. "It's just like that. Pupils are contracted, breathing is difficult ..."

The agent's hand resting on the opponent's shoulder began to force, and a black line was lowered on his forehead.

Feng Hao's voice choked. "I watched it die in my arms, but I couldn't do anything."

"Enough!" The agent pinched his neck and rocked it back and forth, "Ling Lang is such a distinguished person, how do you compare him to a dog? But I was moved by you for a moment, you big man ... ... "

"Keep quiet in the hospital," the nurse was dissatisfied. "Don't just kill people in the corridor just because this is an emergency center."

The agent let out his hands in a huff, and did not forget to stare at Feng Hao severely.

Rescue time is short, but every second in the hearts of people waiting is so long.

The emergency light finally went out, and the doctor was stopped by the anxious Feng Hao and his agent as soon as he went out.

"Doctor, how is he?"

"Preliminarily judge that the patient's symptoms are anaphylactic shock."

"allergy?"

The doctor nodded. "Does he have a more serious history of allergies?"

"Chocolate," the two men said in unison, and then looked at each other.

"But he can't eat chocolate," the agent added. "We always pay attention to this."

"This will not be known until the test results come out."

"Is the disease serious? Is he in danger?" Feng Hao was more concerned about the current situation of Ling Lang at this moment.

"Allergies can range from small to large. Some allergic reactions are just sneezing and rashes, but others are enough to cause death."

Feng Hao heart stunned, "Then ...?"

"Thanks to your timely medical delivery this time, but you must pay more attention in the future."

The agent breathed a sigh of relief. "Will we transfer the patient?"

The doctor stopped, "Why?"

"He's a public figure, and I'm afraid that staying here will cause riots."

"Although the patient is now out of danger, in order to avoid accidents, I suggest that it is safer to stay in the hospital for observation."

Ling Lang has been transferred to the intensive care unit, and Feng Hao keeps beside him.

The door was quickly opened a seam, the agent drilled in and closed the door quickly. "You must not go out, all reporters outside."

Feng Hao had expected that this would be the result. There were many ears on the set and in the hospital. It was impossible for such a big thing to happen.

"what did the doctor say?"

"As long as the rescue comes, it's okay," the agent walked over to observe Ling Lang's complexion. Although his face was still pale, fortunately, people were sober, "should be observed for a day or two before being discharged."

Feng Hao held the other's hand and rubbed on his cheek with an obsession, "You are really scared to me."

Ling Lang blinked slowly, signalling that the other party was fine.

Feng Hao suddenly remembered, "What does the inspection report say?"

"Oh," the agent showed him the test sheet in his hand, all of which were complicated terms and chemical formulas.

"Theobromine?" Feng Hao captured one of them keenly.

"And the content is not low," said the agent with a dignified expression. "If it is not wrong, it should be a very high-purity chocolate."

Feng Hao's eyes sank. "Why is there chocolate in the coffee?"

The agent was also unable to answer this question. "I asked the assistant. She left for a short time after pouring the coffee. There were many people on the set, and anyone could approach Ling Lang's cup during that time."

"Does anyone know that Ling Lang is allergic to chocolate?"

"This is not a secret. In order to prevent fans from giving the wrong gift, this information has been made public long ago, even on Baidu Encyclopedia."

Feng Hao narrowed his eyes, and a moment of suffocation flashed in his eyes. The agent's attention had been focused on Ling Lang, and he had not noticed at all.

The allergic reaction came fiercely, but the stay time was also short. Linglang had recovered seventy-eight minutes in less than a day, and the daily actions were basically intact. The next headache was how to get out of the hospital safely.

The agent carefully inspected the hospital and finally determined that reporters were guarded at any door. After the police forcibly intervened, these reporters disguised as sick patients, family members of sick patients, nursing staff, street vendors and funeral practitioners. Inside and outside the hospital, only discharged for Du Linglang.

"Just cover it with a white cloth and push it out," Ling Lang thought openly.

"Well," the agent said three times in a row, "Crow's mouth."

"I have a way," Feng Hao said, pressed the call bell, and came in a little nurse.

"Sorry, can I ask you something?" Feng Hao asked politely.

The little nurse is their fan, and of course nodded in a hurry, not even asking Feng Hao what to do.

"Can you lend me a mask?"

"Mask?" The little nurse froze, and then saw Ling Lang, suddenly realized, "Do you want to disguise?"

Feng Hao smiled and nodded, admiring her agile understanding.

After a while, the little nurse brought what Feng Hao wanted. He messed up Ling Lang's hair, pulled Liu Liu down to block his eyes, and put on a mask. The whole person suddenly became another person.

The agent then reacted. Ling Lang had just dyed an exaggerated hair color. The props such as masks were even more inconspicuous in the hospital environment. At this moment, anyone who met Ling Lang thought he was a young man who came to the doctor for a cold.

"I'm in charge of distracting the media. You send the senior back home," Feng Hao told the agent. "The reporter won't notice you when I'm here."

The agent really admired this for a good idea. The three of them chose the course of the hospital's main entrance in such a big way. Feng Hao wore sunglasses to walk to the front, and he was surrounded by reporters when he showed up.

"Excuse me, what happened to Ling Lang? Why was he sent to the hospital urgently?"

"How is Linglang doing now? Is it life-threatening?"

"Does this matter to you? Some people say that it was deliberately murdered by anti-comrades. Is it true?"

Feng Hao perfunctoryly asked reporters' questions, and Yu Guang pointed at Ling Lang with a slight bow on his back, put his hands in his pockets, and walked out of the gate in an airy way. He passed a disdainful glance at a crowded place, if not He knew in advance that the acting was enough to deceive him.

At a distance of about two meters behind him, the agent lowered his head and followed, Feng Hao attracted all the firepower of the reporter, so that no one found him.

Feng Hao watched Ling Lang successfully go out, relieved, and just trying to find an excuse to get away, he saw a person wearing a peaked cap and a trench coat staring at Ling Lang without any squint, and walked straight towards him.

The man clearly recognized Ling Lang, with a strong fierce light in his eyes, Feng Hao's intuition was not good, and then he noticed the tightly held infusion bottle in his hand.

"Be careful!" Feng Hao's voice cut through the entire hospital lobby. He wanted to rush over, but was blocked by the reporter.

Ling Lang heard his cry, and when he looked back, he saw a stranger unplug the transparent glass bottle in his hand.

The man growled, pouring the liquid in the bottle towards Ling Lang.

"Go to death! You are a pervert!"