sjar Chapter 357 The male group member is a rebellious male supporting role (32)
Chapter 357 The male group member is a rebellious male supporting role (32)
"On March 3, the famous actor Lin Shen suddenly fainted at the fashion week and was rushed to the nearest hospital for emergency treatment. The specific situation is still unclear..."
——World News
There was a suffocating silence in the hospital corridor, as if even the air had frozen, with a heavy feeling of depression.
This kind of oppression seemed to come from all directions, making it hard to breathe, and it was like an invisible giant beast was quietly devouring the entire world.
In this oppressive silence, time seemed to have lost its meaning, leaving only an unsettling sense of stagnation.
Through the window of the observation room, you can see the thin and pale person inside.
His short black hair hung down obediently, as if it had lost its former luster and vitality, with a few strands of hair sticking to his pale forehead.
The hospital gown on his body seemed to have suddenly become much larger. It was loose and looked particularly ill-fitting when worn on his body.
The thin body was slightly curled up, and it was abnormally pale, as if it had lost the blood of life.
His pale face was covered with a ventilator. As the machine operated regularly, bursts of mist condensed and dissipated on the mask of the ventilator. This fine mist seemed to be the only proof of his life, proving that he was still alive, proving that his life had not been swallowed up by the invisible beast.
He lay quietly on the hospital bed, motionless, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep, or like Sleeping Beauty who would never wake up, making people fall into a deep sense of powerlessness and despair.
In this oppressive silence, the tall and handsome man stood outside the observation room, his hand on the transparent window, his eyes full of tenderness and attachment, as if he wanted to touch the boy's face through the thin layer of glass.
His originally straight back was slightly bent, appearing a little tired, and a little stubble had grown on his chin, adding a sense of age.
The suit that was always neat now looked a little messy, his tie hung loosely around his neck and several buttons of his shirt were undone.
His eyes were fixed on the young man inside without blinking, his gaze full of concern and worry, yet with a kind of helpless restraint.
There seemed to be only a thin piece of glass between them, within reach, yet also as if there were thousands of mountains and rivers between them, so far away that they were out of reach.
His faith was crumbling.
His future became dim.
His lover is separated from him.
"Don't... don't leave me..." The man's voice was so soft and gentle...
"Drip drip..."
The person on the hospital bed seemed to sense something, and his slender fingers moved slightly, as if it was an instinctive reaction of the body.
Then, his eyes moved slightly under his eyelids, as if he was trying to adapt to the surrounding environment.
Finally, he slowly opened his eyes and looked around with a hint of confusion.
For a moment, his eyes met the man's eyes. Even though they were not far apart, the air seemed to freeze.
Lin Shen was a little stunned, and for a moment he couldn't react to where he was.
He seemed to remember that he was still walking on the catwalk at Fashion Week, with the lights flashing and the cheers of the audience still echoing in his ears.
Then, he lost consciousness.
Before he lost consciousness, he only heard 003's scream.
When he woke up again, he found himself lying here and saw his strange uncle.
The man who was usually calm and composed, always steady as a mountain, now looked so embarrassed.
His eyes were red, as if he had just cried, or as if he had stayed up too long.
There was relief in his eyes for having recovered what he had lost, but that relief was like an island surrounded by the tide, which could be drowned by the sadness in his eyes at any time.
Lin Shen looked at his uncle, a complex emotion welling up in his heart.
I wanted to speak, but found my throat was dry and I couldn't make a sound.
I wanted to sit up, but it felt like all the strength had been drained from my body, and I couldn't even move my fingers.
Lin Su was also stunned. He looked at Lin Shen with red eyes and slightly trembling lips.
He clearly told himself not to cry and to be strong at that time, but at this moment, he couldn't help but want to cry.
Lin Shen's movement finally brought him back to his senses. He staggered and turned around, running towards the doctor, his voice choking with sobs: "Doctor! Doctor!"
During this period, 003 had already told Lin Su about the matter.
It was probably when the plot was about to begin and his illness came.
Lin Shen didn't know how to describe this feeling. He felt regretful and disappointed. He rarely had such emotions.
His body seemed to be trapped by the shackles of fate, and he was powerless to break free.
Lin Shen was still thinking about these things when he was pushed into the examination room.
The roar of the machine rang in his ears, and the cold instruments touched his body.
After a long time, he was finally pushed out of the examination room and then into the ward. His uncle followed him all the time.
The ward was quiet again, with only the slight ticking sound from the monitor.
Lin Shen lay on the bed, looking at his uncle sitting beside the bed, his eyes full of guilt and self-blame.
Lin Su reached out and gently held Lin Shen's hand. He wanted to speak, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out.
He wanted to hold his hand tightly, but that thin hand looked like it would break at the slightest touch, so he didn't dare.
Lin Shen moved his lips slightly and finally squeezed out a sentence: "Uncle..."
But the weakness of his heart made him short of breath and he really couldn't say anything.