Chapter 44 I Want to Eat Wife Cake

"No, why am I not happy?"

Hearing Fangfang's sudden question, Lin Yao glanced at Fang Xiaole in panic, and shook her head quickly.

I'm not unhappy because he didn't recite it, I absolutely can't be so nympho!

At this time, the two musicians hired by the recording studio owner also arrived. Both of them used to be in a well-known band, but after they got married, they gradually faded out of the music scene and regarded music as a hobby.

However, these two musicians have a good foundation. After practicing together with Lin Yao and Fang Xiaole for an afternoon, they can basically play the melody of the song "The Roof".

At around six o'clock in the evening, the two musicians went home for dinner and agreed to come back to practice for two hours after dinner.

Lin Yao, Fang Xiaole, and Fang Fang ate in the recording studio.

Before the meal, Xiao Le specially went out again, and bought a pork bone and beef offal soup for Lin Yao from a nearby shop specializing in bone soup.

"This soup is very tonic and good for your feet to recover."

Fang Xiaole wiped the sweat off her head, put the bag of pork bone soup on the table, untied the bag, opened the lid of the plastic box, took out the matching spoon and plastic bowl, filled a bowl for Lin Yao, put to her face.

"thanks......"

Lin Yao held up the small soup bowl with both hands. Although the quality of this disposable plastic bowl was poor, she thought it was the most exquisite bowl she had ever seen in her life.

Holding a small bowl to his mouth, pouting his rosy lips, he gently blew on the still hot soup, a burst of hot air was blown on the surface of the pork bone soup, and the smoke curled up against the jade-like Pretty face, like a fairy.

In the next second, the fairy raised her white neck, held the soup bowl at an angle, and gulped down the soup in the bowl.

Putting down the bowl, seeing Fang Xiaole looking at her, she suddenly felt that the way she ate just now was too rude, and said in a low voice embarrassedly: "I, I'm a little hungry."

"Eat more when you're hungry." Fang Xiaole couldn't help laughing, and filled another bowl for her.

Seeing some soup stains on the corner of Lin Yao's mouth, she casually pulled a tissue and handed it over.

"thanks."

Lin Yao also realized that her image at the moment was "indecent", she blushed, and was about to take the tissue when Fang Fang next to her also pulled a piece of paper:

"Sister Yao, here it is."

Lin Yao's hands stopped, and she turned her head to look at Fang Fang, and saw that the little girl had a bit of an angry expression on her face, as if she was saying, "I usually hand you the tissues!"

Fang Xiaole was a little embarrassed, thinking that she was indeed a little carried away, she is a female artist, she should keep her distance.

Just as she was about to withdraw her hand, she felt that her index finger was slightly touched by a mass of soft skin, and Lin Yao had already taken the tissue in her hand.

Sister Yao actually picks up a man's tissue without using mine?

Woooooo, sister Yao doesn't like me?

Fangfang's eyes widened, and her heart began to turn sour.

Unexpectedly, after Lin Yao took Fang Xiaole's tissue, she also took the tissue in Fangfang's hand with the other hand, and smiled at her gently: "Thank you, Fangfang."

"Humph."

Fangfang turned her head away, she was also hungry and filled a bowl of pork bone soup, and gulped it down angrily, not to mention how satisfied she was.

Hee, sister Yao really likes me the most.

After the three of them had dinner, the two musicians also returned to the recording studio. The four of them practiced for another two hours. Finally, Lin Yao and Fang Xiaole played and sang along with the melody a few times, and the effect was not bad.

I will be recording the demo tomorrow afternoon, and I still have time to get used to it in the morning, and Lin Yao has to go to the hospital, so the practice is over around 9:00 in the evening.

Fang Xiaole and Fangfang "escorted" the reluctant Lin Yao to the hospital.

"Sister Yao is most afraid of injections and infusions, so she doesn't want to come to the hospital."

The nanny's car stopped at the entrance of the hospital, Lin Yao, who has always been gentle and docile, rarely let down Lai and refused to get out of the car.

In the end, Fang Xiaole helped Fangfang forcefully carry her out of the car, put her in a wheelchair and push her to the hospital.

Seeing that Lin Yao became very nervous as soon as he entered the hospital, Fang Xiaole couldn't help being a little surprised. At this time, Fang Fang whispered in his ear the reason for Lin Yao's nervousness.

Fang Xiaole couldn't help laughing, looked down at Lin Yao who was holding her hands tightly and looking around, wondering why she looked like a child?

Fang Fang went to register, Fang Xiaole squatted in front of the wheelchair, and said gently:

"It's okay, it's just that my foot is injured, so I shouldn't need an injection."

"Oh..." Lin Yao's face turned pale, but she still nodded obediently.

"When did you get the sprain? Why did you come to the hospital now? Don't you want your feet?"

Twenty minutes later, in the outpatient room, the doctor looked at Lin Yao seriously, obviously dissatisfied with her delaying his condition.

"Doctor, is it serious?"

Fang Xiaole and Fang Fang looked at each other, they were startled, Fang Fang asked quickly.

"It's all swollen like this, of course it's serious! Let's take a film first to see if there's anything wrong with the bones. It's best to be hospitalized tonight for observation."

"Ah? Still need to be hospitalized?" Lin Yao was taken aback for a moment, then asked nervously, "Doctor, don't you need an injection?"

"Ankle swelling caused by sprained feet does not require injections." The doctor replied.

Lin Yao breathed a sigh of relief, and then heard the doctor add: "However, you have symptoms of fever and inflammation of the tonsils, which must be treated with infusion."

"Ah? Sister Yao has a fever? Oh, it's really hot. Why didn't you tell me, Sister Yao! If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have asked you to practice singing for so long!"

Fangfang was taken aback for a moment, then touched Lin Yao's forehead, and immediately yelled.

"It's okay, just get some sleep." Lin Yao answered in a low voice with her head down, a little guilty.

Fang Xiaole was also stunned for a moment, didn't he say he sprained his ankle, why did he still have a fever?

At this time, the doctor gave Lin Yao a thermometer and asked her to measure her temperature. After a few minutes, Lin Yao's temperature was measured to be 38 degrees 5.

"I really have a fever!" Fang Xiaole looked at Lin Yao worriedly: "Listen to the doctor, if you need to be hospitalized, you should be hospitalized."

"But..." Lin Yao wanted to say something else.

"Go to the X-ray first, and then go directly to the inpatient department." The doctor over there has already prepared an order and entered Lin Yao's hospitalization information into the computer.

"Thank you doctor, Assistant Fang, I'll pay the bill, please push Sister Yao to take the photo." Fang Fang took the form and left in a hurry.

"No, I don't want to be hospitalized, and I don't want infusion!"

Fang Xiaole was about to push Lin Yao to take a film, but she grabbed the doctor's desk and refused to leave.

She was sitting on the wheelchair with half of her buttocks, leaning forward, grabbing the edge of the desk with all her strength, and the veins on the backs of both hands were protruding.

She was like a little girl who was afraid of injections.

"You..." Seeing this scene, even the well-informed doctor was stunned.

Fang Xiaole was also a little at a loss. He didn't expect Lin Yao to be so resistant to hospitalization and infusion. He didn't dare to forcefully pull the wheelchair away, so he could only gently grab Lin Yao's wrist, as if comforting a child:

"Hey, don't be afraid, the disease can be healed quickly after the infusion, otherwise the singing won't sound good."

"I, I don't want it." Lin Yao seemed really scared, and she still didn't want to let go.

"What do you like to eat? How about you obediently infuse the liquid and I'll go out and buy it for you?"

Fang Xiaole is not very good at comforting people, and even though he racked his brains, he still tried to coax children.

"I, I want to eat wife cake, can I?"

Lin Yao raised her head, looked at Fang Xiaole pitifully, and asked in a low voice.