In the ward, Jiang Zhenyu sat on the hospital bed, wearing a neck brace around her neck, leaning against a large pillow, and looking straight at the white wall in front of her, looking dull.

The room was quiet, and the air was filled with the smell of potions, a smell that she was extremely disliked but had long been accustomed to.

This is not the first time she has been injured and hospitalized.

Through the glass window on the door, Yan Lin looked at the confused and helpless look of the girl who used to be smiling, and her heart couldn't help but feel ache.

"How was she hurt?" Yan Lin turned his head and asked his assistant who had been guarding outside in a low voice.

The assistant naturally recognized Yan Lin, knew that he was the coach in the Creation Camp, and thought it was sent by the program team, so he didn't hide it. He sighed and said, "It's herniated cervical disc and her curvature. The doctor said she might not be able to dance in the future."

Yan Lin was shocked.

He doesn't understand the professional terms in the front, but he knows what the following sentence means.

"How could this happen?" he murmured.

I didn't ask clearly on the phone before, and on the way to the hospital, he also saw the official news from the program team, but it was unclear. He thought it was just a recurrence of the waist injury and did not know it was so serious.

She was still fine before she returned to the company. She was talking and laughing when recording the tutoring conference. Why did it become like this in just a few days?

The assistant couldn't say anything, but just looked into the ward with distress.

Jiang Zhenyu sat there when he suddenly heard the sound of the door opening, and said without moving his head, "Sister Yun, can you let me be quiet alone?"

The doctor had just left and could not come again. She thought she was her assistant.

Yan Lin looked at her with distress and said softly: "It's me."

Hearing this familiar voice, Jiang Zhenyu turned around and saw him, he wanted to cry a little, but he stubbornly controlled his tears to prevent them from falling.

She quickly wiped her wet eyes and asked, "Why are you here?"

"I happened to be in Kyoto. Tu Tu called me and told me, and I came over immediately." Yan Lin sat down on the chair in front of the hospital bed and explained.

When he heard him talk about the massacre, Jiang Zhenyu's emotions completely lost control.

After living in the Creation Camp for so many days, she has long been used to living in the castle. Although she is very busy and tired every day, she is at least very fulfilling.

There was a group of like-minded sisters there, who rehearsed and worked hard together every day, and pursued their dreams together.

But now everyone is still working hard, but she can only lie in the hospital.

"Am I not going back to the stage?"

"Do I never dance again?"

"My little motorcycle has not been rehearsed yet. I have already made a lot of progress. I only saw the founder. They are still voting for me and waiting for me to go back."

"What should I do?"

The collapse of adults is often only in a moment, and Jiang Zhenyu suddenly cried into tears, rubbing tissues in his hands, and he seemed particularly helpless.

Yan Lin grabbed her hand, looked into her eyes, and said seriously: "No, you can recover from your injuries and everything will be fine."

"The founders are looking forward to you coming back to the stage, but they look forward to you getting better. As long as you get better soon, this is more important than anything else, do you understand?"

He was comforting him constantly, and Jiang Zhenyu gradually calmed down.

"Actually, I didn't quite understand the meaning of the stage before, but since I stood on the stage, especially during the first performance, someone was constantly calling Jiang Jiang. I only knew how important the stage was to me.

It allowed more people to see me, let me know that so many people are supporting me, and gave me too much motivation...

But I just understood that I didn't expect to leave so soon. Maybe I can never stand up again. I really don't know what to do, I..."

There are always some people who don’t understand why they are working hard at first, but when they gradually understand that they carry the expectations of many people, they can’t stop at this time.

She wanted to carry on with this expectation and go to a higher place, so that those who support themselves could understand that they did not disappoint their support.

But now, she was really scared, afraid that she would never dance or return to the stage as she told the doctor.

Yan Lin understood her concerns and comforted her: "The doctor just said it was possible, and it was not sentenced to death. Now that medicine is so developed, so many difficult and complicated diseases can be cured. It is impossible that even these minor injuries cannot be cured."

Jiang Zhenyu looked at him, unable to deny it.

She hopes that's the case, but hope is just hope.

Yan Lin also knew that these languages ​​were a little pale and powerless, so he immediately continued: "In fact, the so-called stage is not limited to the place where the spotlights gather.

Your ginger tea wants you to appear on the stage, because they want you to shine and hope you can become more dazzling, but does dazzling have to stand on the stage?

Don’t forget that you are still an actor, you can also act and bring more works to everyone, so don’t be so pessimistic, it’s most important to keep your body well.”

However, Jiang Zhenyu was not that optimistic.

Capital has never been a philanthropist, and it will not provide you with resources just because you work hard and have dreams.

It is too difficult to get good resources without fame.

She has also acted in several dramas before, but she is not very popular and has not made any splash. If she cannot gain more fame in the creation camp, will the company provide herself with good resources?

The company is more than an artist.

So now she just wants to return to the stage of Creation Camp as soon as possible.

Seeing her silent appearance, Yan Lin wanted to mention the female lead in her new drama several times, but when she thought that Ma Lin, who had the right to decide, had no choice but to give up.

If you invite me now and Ma Lin doesn’t agree, isn’t this a blow to others?

He secretly became ruthless in his heart and had to convince Ma Lin no matter what he went back.

Before, he just had a try mentality, and he could achieve the best, but he couldn't do anything if he didn't.
Chapter completed!