The big star has a prince syndrome

The news that Xu Qingran was seriously injured in a car accident spread quickly.

For the next two days, the area around Fushan Hospital was surrounded by serious and not serious reporters.

They did not affect the patients coming in and out, but just watched the entrances and exits from a distance.

Because the appearance of Xu Rong and Lin Anyi has almost confirmed the authenticity of the incident, their only goal next is to take a gamble on being able to take a picture of Ye Yan here.

It was because of them that Tan Zhuoxi didn't dare to come and pick up Ye Yan rashly. They had already arrived in City A. He was already annoyed by not being able to enter the hospital, and then he received the bad news that Ye Yan's depression had worsened. As her agent, he could only act like a caring brother on the phone, lying and coaxing her.

"The operation was successful. Don't worry too much. Cooperate with the doctor and take your medicine on time. Don't wait until Xu Qingran wakes up and your condition is worse than his. Relax. He's rich and must be using the best medical resources. He'll be fine."

"Anyway, just eat your meal. When Xu Qingran wakes up and you two meet, I'll find a way to pick you up. I'll arrange for two more people to come and take care of you. If you have anything that makes you unhappy, call Dr. Song and talk to him. Don't sulk, okay?"

Ye Yan's cell phone was placed on the cabinet beside the bed. Tan Zhuoxi's endless words of comfort on the phone sounded as dense as the smell of disinfectant in the air to Ye Yan.

"If it's that simple, then it means I'm not sick at all. Sorry for the noise. I'll hang up now."

He reached out and pressed the hang-up button without hesitation. His scalp was tingling and he just wanted to be quiet, but there was nothing wrong with Tan Zhuoxi's concern for him, so he said sorry.

His current state was gray, but fortunately this ward had good lighting, and large swathes of sunlight shone on him through the window, which was much more effective than any verbal comfort.

He didn't know how long it had been since he had put everything aside and looked directly at the sun. The work of an artist was too busy, and sometimes even the time to look up at the sky was just a quick glance, and enjoying the warmth of the sun was even more of a luxury.

He hasn't gotten out of bed in the past two days except to go to the bathroom. This time it's not because he's lazy, but because he's so sick that his soul is almost drained away.

"Is Xu Qingran still not awake?"

He suddenly asked while looking at the sunlight outside the window. His assistant was checking the internet updates on his phone. When he heard his voice, he immediately turned off the screen and looked over.

"Assistant Qiao said he would notify us if there's any progress. Currently, there's no progress, but his vital signs are stable, so he should wake up soon."

The assistant's words were certainly meant to comfort him, but they weren't lies either.

Xu Qingran was indeed seriously injured, but the injuries were mainly to the bones and internal organs with bleeding. The head damage was minimal. If his condition stabilized, he should not be in a coma for too long.

So still no.

Ye Yan insisted on waiting here just for him to wake up. When he didn't hear the good news, his heart inadvertently missed a beat again, and his body shook unconsciously with that frequency.

He has never had much patience to wait, let alone when it comes to the health of the person he cares about most.

At this moment, the negative emotions seemed to be about to explode again. It felt like a huge stone was pressing on his chest. He wanted to breathe quickly to get oxygen but he was unable to do so. Seeing this, the assistant who was waiting on the side immediately stood up and covered his mouth and nose with an oxygen mask.

The stone in his chest felt a little lighter after the abundant oxygen entered his nasal cavity. He had never felt such extreme chest tightness before. It felt very bad, worse than any severe cold he had ever had.

"Did the doctor tell me when my symptoms will improve..."

He asked his assistant breathlessly. This workaholic who never complained of pain or tiredness was completely defeated by depression this time.

"Well... I've asked about this, and the doctor said that as long as you take your medicine on time and relax, the physical symptoms will ease over time. It's hard to say when, maybe tomorrow, or maybe a week. But if you keep worrying about Mr. Xu, it will definitely not be good for your condition."

The assistant relayed the doctor's words, adding his own perspective.

I thought these words would not be of much help to a person suffering from severe depression. The assistant had already prepared for Ye Yan to close his eyes and sigh. Unexpectedly, not only did he not do that, he also put down his oxygen mask and turned to look at him.

"It gets worse when you're in a bad mood, right? Then find me some funny variety shows or movies."

It was too painful. He wanted to get better quickly, even if it was just a little less painful. He was really feeling uncomfortable now, a discomfort that had nothing to do with emotions.

He was actively trying to get better, and the assistant instantly breathed a sigh of relief and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, I'll go get the tablet."

The assistant stood up and went to the locker to get his backpack. Before he could take out the tablet, Qiao Lin hurriedly opened the door and rushed in.

"Ye Yan, President Xu is awake!"

Qiao Lin brought good news, but he came here as soon as possible without telling his two big bosses, for fear that he would receive a gag order if he was a step late.

Just one simple sentence put Ye Yan's broken soul back together. His eyes lit up almost instantly and he hurriedly lifted the quilt and prepared to get out of bed.

He had been lying in bed for two days. Although he was exhausted, he still gained strength briefly when he heard Xu Qingran woke up.

"Can I visit you now?"

Ye Yan asked Qiao Lin as he got out of bed, his body still a little shaky, so Qiao Lin reached out and helped him up.

His hair was a little messy, so the assistant, who was very perceptive, quickly stepped forward to tidy his hair and then put his hat on properly.

He hadn't eaten much in the past two days because of anorexia, and had to rely entirely on nutritional supplements. His face had become thinner, making him look even younger. The originally cold beauty had even gained some decadent youthfulness.

"You can visit him, but he's not out of the intensive care unit yet. If you want to see him, you might need the chairman and his wife's permission..."

Qiao Lin wanted to give him a shot of prevention, but Ye Yan didn't seem to doubt his "strength" just because his condition worsened.

"We don't need their consent. If Xu Qingran can still express himself normally, then the first thing he says when he wakes up will definitely be that he only wants to see me."

He was very confident, confident that his position in Xu Qingran's heart was unmatched. Considering his current lifeless state, he looked even more handsome to the point of being unfair.

He had this idea. As the second person in the world who knew Xu Qingran best, Qiao Lin had no doubt at all and just nodded silently.

He even felt that Ye Yan was being modest. In his opinion, even if Xu Qingran couldn't speak, his eyes would be filled with Ye Yan's name.

Xu Qingran really woke up after being in a coma for two days and two nights.

At this moment, in the intensive care unit on the top floor, he was lying on the hospital bed, his eyes blurred and his body weak from the hidden pain.

His half-naked upper body was wrapped in gauze on his chest, his left hand and legs were fixed with splints, and his body was covered with instruments that monitored the vital signs of various parts of his body. The sound of dripping instruments and oxygen was incessant, which made him a little annoyed.

"Mr. Xu, your parents are here to see you."

He was staring at the ceiling in a daze, trying to recall what had happened, why he couldn't move his body, and why his body was in so much pain. Suddenly, the nurse's gentle voice came, and he subconsciously turned around, his eyelids trembling slightly.

Soon, the nurse stepped aside, and Xu Rong and Lin Anyi appeared in front of him in sterile suits, crying with joy.

"Qingran? Can you speak? You finally woke up. Your father and I were so worried."

Lin Anyi held his hand and cried with a smile. Xu Qingran had never seen such a strange mother before, including his father who was no longer cold and serious after he experienced life and death.

Fatherly love is silent. Xu Rong didn't know what to say. After thinking for a long time, he finally shoved out a sentence: "It's good that you're awake. Take good care of your injuries. You can be transferred to the general ward in two days."

They were immersed in the joy of their son waking up, and were also waiting for Xu Qingran to speak to them and let them know he was safe.

However, they waited for a long time, and Xu Qingran, who had been looking at them silently with his eyes slightly open, finally tried to move his lips after remembering that he must have been in a traffic accident.

"Who are you? I don't seem to know you... Ye Yan, I want to see Ye Yan... If you know him, please help me contact him..."

He spoke cold words despite having a low fever of 37 degrees Celsius, which was like a bolt from the blue that knocked Xu Rong and Lin Anyi down from the sky. Their expressions froze in an instant as if they had fallen into an icy cave.