Chapter 827 Superstar System 23

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Ning Shu entered the dormitory lightly, did not turn on the light, and went directly into the washroom to wash her whole body, including the dirty clothes.

"Chen Jianan, let me tell you, are you sick? If you're playing computer games or doing laundry at night, you can't stop and stop." Fang Menghan shouted angrily, "Are you still allowed to sleep?"

Ning Shu ignored Fang Menghan, put the clothes to dry on the balcony, and then started drying her hair with the hair dryer.

"Chen Jianan, did you do it on purpose?" Fang Menghan opened the curtain, and shouted at Ning Shu with an unkind expression.

"I can't sleep with wet hair." Ning Shu dried her hair half-dried, then sat cross-legged on the bed and began to practice.

While practicing, he actually fell asleep.

Yang Yuhui, who had been robbed, slept in the alley all night.

When he woke up in the morning, the sun was already high, and Yang Yuhui suddenly felt uncomfortable all over.

First of all, his lips were not quite close together, and the saliva flowed out directly, and his neck was sticky. Obviously, the saliva from last night stained his clothes.

Yang Yuhui felt itchy on his face, as if there were ants crawling on it, very itchy, as if crawling on his heart.

Yang Yuhui couldn't help scratching his face with his hand, but when he raised his hand, his wrist felt swollen and painful.

Yang Yuhui touched his face with his hand, felt the drool in his hand, and the corner of his mouth was a little crooked.

Yang Yuhui felt that his hand was so sore, he couldn't help shaking it, and it hurt even more.

Yang Yuhui checked his wrist, it was red and swollen very badly, even his ten fingers were swollen like carrots.

The skin is hot, and the veins in the palms and fingers are throbbing.

What did that shadow do to him last night?

Yang Yuhui stood up quickly and was about to go to the hospital. Seeing some scraps of paper on the ground, Yang Yuhui quickly took out his wallet, but the check inside was gone.

A check of one million. This is because he sold several scripts and packaged several songs last night. It was only a small amount of money, but it was broken into pieces without any time for the night.

Yang Yuhui was so angry that his face was contorted, the corners of his mouth were even more crooked, and long strands of saliva flowed out.

"Bastard... bastard... bastard." Yang Yuhui said cohesively, his mouth seemed to be wrapped in something, and his speech was not smooth at all.

Yang Yuhui felt a bad feeling in his heart, and a wave of fear surged in his heart.

Yang Yuhui took a taxi and went to the hospital.

After going to the hospital for an examination, Yang Yuhui was most concerned about his face. When he looked in the mirror, he was startled. His mouth was crooked for some reason.

"Doctor, doctor, what the hell am I..." Yang Yuhui closed his mouth and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. When he spoke, he felt his mouth was full of saliva. He couldn't speak at all, and the saliva still flowed down the corner of his mouth.

"What the hell...what is the disease?" After Yang Yuhui asked this sentence, he felt very difficult, and he lost his strength by saying a few words.

"It's itchy, my face is itchy..." Yang Yuhui's eyes were red.

"Is it possible that the disease at the end of the nervous system suddenly became like this?" the doctor asked.

Yang Yuhui wiped the saliva that flowed out involuntarily from the corner of his mouth, but his hand hurt badly again, and his wrist was tied with gauze.

The skin of both hands was swollen and translucent.

"Take these medicines first, and do more massages to soothe the muscles on the face." The doctor said: "Apply anti-inflammatory medicines and medicinal wine on your hands."

Yang Yuhui's body was hot and cold, and his inflamed hands made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Yang Yuhui went to see a Chinese doctor again. The doctor said that Yang Yuhui's situation might be in the air, so he drank alcohol and slept outside all night.

Although it is summer now, the dew is heavy at night, and the evil wind enters the body, so it may be like this.

It's actually a bit of a stroke.

The doctor of traditional Chinese medicine prescribed a lot of traditional Chinese medicine, and asked Yang Yuhui to go back and take good care of him.

Yang Yuhui was so angry that he wanted to make his face look normal. Not only did he not feel like drooling, but he also twisted his mouth.

Although the crookedness is not serious, it has seriously affected his image. He will gain a foothold in the entertainment industry in the future. Even if he is not so handsome, he still needs to look normal.

When he wanted to speak, his tongue got knotted, as if a mouthful of water was wrapped in his mouth, and it was extremely difficult to speak, and the saliva flowed out when he opened his mouth.

How can he negotiate business with people like this?

Yang Yuhui was so anxious that his face twitched twice. Yang Yuhui spat out the saliva in his mouth, "Is there... any quick, quick way?"

Yang Yuhui felt that his face was full of ants and insects crawling, it was terribly itchy, and it wasn't really itchy, even scratching couldn't relieve the itching.

This kind of itching is itching, it's too uncomfortable.

"This kind of disease comes quickly, but it is not easy to cure it." The doctor of traditional Chinese medicine said.

Yang Yuhui felt that his heart was being tormented in oil, how many opportunities he would miss, let alone a reborn person.

My hands are swollen, I can't write a manuscript, my mouth is crooked, and I can't speak clearly.

How on earth is he going to write the manuscript?

Yang Yuhui felt an unprecedented despair, which made Yang Yuhui panic.

I was finally reborn, and before I did anything, I got this strange disease.

What's the point of his rebirth? Could it be that God just wants to play with him for a lifetime.

I was down and out in my previous life, and even if I have a search system in this life, it is still full of disasters.

God!

Yang Yuhui went to the house in the community trembling all over. Yang Yuhui was shaking violently, hot and cold.

Yang Yuhui was lying on the bed and wrapped his body in a quilt.

The corners of his mouth were slightly crooked, and his facial features looked very weird.

Yang Yuhui felt that his hands were so uncomfortable that they were so hot that they seemed to be cooked, and the swelling was so uncomfortable that he couldn't even bend his fingers.

Yang Yuhui picked up the phone with difficulty and called Fang Menghan.

Now Yang Yuhui couldn't even speak clearly, the corners of his mouth were drooling, and he said with difficulty: "You...you come here."

Fang Menghan on the other end of the phone couldn't hear Yang Yuhui's indistinct voice at all, so he looked at the caller ID again.

It is indeed senior brother, could it be that senior brother pressed the wrong button and shouted: "Senior brother, are you there?"

Hearing Fang Menghan's words, Yang Yuhui spit out the saliva in his mouth while leaning on the bed, and roared loudly: "I'll let you come here."

Unexpectedly full of air, the words are correct!

Fang Menghan bit her lip, packed her bag and went to Yang Yuhui's house.

Ning Shu leaned on the computer chair, seeing that Fang Menghan was still looking for Yang Yuhui, she couldn't help but suspect that she had missed last night.

Could it be that it was too dark and her acupoints were not stabbed properly, why did it feel like Yang Yuhui was fine?

If he failed this time, Yang Yuhui would definitely be prepared, and he would never have another chance to attack.

Pity.

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