Cheng Yun said to Zhong, "The doctor said he'll wake up in two days . Not sure . Alas, how could this guy go drag racing! Why do these stars like drag racing! But fortunately it's not drunk driving!"
"I gave him the car . " Zhong Luochen said indifferently .
Cheng Yun…the No . 1 follower slapped his face awkwardly and took one step back, "The media may know that, I'm going to handle it . "
"Wait, what's that?" Zhong Luochen asked as pointing at a bag on the ward's sofa—Cheng Yiran's bag for carrying the guitar .
Cheng Yun answered with no concern, "Oh, it's Cheng Yiran's guitar that goes with him everywhere . It's weird, the car has been out of shape, but it isn't broken at all . Seems like it has a longer life than the sports car . "
Zhong Luochen said calmly, "Go handle those reporters . And find a scapegoat if necessary to reduce the negative news . Oh, don't say he didn't wake up, just tell them he needs a rest . In addition, notify Miss . Zhang . Don't hide it from our shareholders . "
"I got it, Second Master . " Cheng Yun nodded, "I'll do it perfectly, don't worry!"
"Then go . " Zhong Luochen waved his hand, "I'll go back myself . "
Cheng Yun left then .
Zhong Luochen walked around the sickbed and looked at him; after, he sat on the sofa and thought about something .
Then, the door was opened and a nurse came in . she said she would measure Cheng Yiran's body temperature---anyway, it was a routine check .
Zhong Luochen didn't say more, even if the young nurse was always peeping at him… He only gazed at the black bag .
"Well…" Zhong Luochen held it up, his look didn't change, merely taking out the guitar and observing it .
Suddenly he put his hand on the chords . He learned piano and played it well enough to hold a concert… The Zhong Family members must be versatile .
But he didn't know the skill of such a popular musical instrument, so he just played it randomly .
He started to use the guitar, and focused on the reaction of the nurse--- who was still peeping at him occasionally .
But Zhong Luochen knew her peep was not because of the guitar sound, which made him frown and consider one thing--- 'Is it just a common guitar to anybody else?'
Or just to himself? He remembered it had a magical power no matter if it was a song or just casually playing it .
He was still playing it casually and didn't stop, until the nurse had nothing to do and had to leave .
Zhong Luochen wanted the two bodyguards to have a try but he heard a voice outside before he did it .
He walked to the door, but just planned to listen to it .
Then, he opened the door after listening from the inside and found out the purpose of the visit . He asked, "What's going on?"
"Mr . Zhong, sorry to bother you!" a bodyguard said with confusion .
The other one added, "This gentleman wants to have a look, but we stopped him, so he…"
Zhong Luochen looked at the person they pointed . He was around Cheng Yiran's age, wearing a uniform with strong engine oil smell . His fingernails looked black… so, he should be a mechanic .
With a worried look .
"Who are you?" Zhong Luochen waved his hand to ask them to release him .
"Hello! I'm Hong Guan, I don't want to do anything, I just want to know the situation of Yiran… How is he now?"
"Yiran,,, What's your relationship?"
"I'm his friend…" Hong Guan said with a bitter smile, "Previously . "
…
"What happened to him? Can he wake up?"
Hong Guan looked at the fainted Cheng Yiran and asked Zhong Luochen . He didn't know his background, but remembered the name the bodyguard called, "Mr . Zhong…"
"Mild Concussion with slight injuries . The doctor said it is not serious and he will wake up in two days . " Zhong Luochen paused, and asked, "You said, you were friends?"
Hong Guan didn't know his identity, so he shook his head, "It's quite complicated, nothing really… I just came for a look . Alright, Mr . Zhong, please do not tell him that I came . "
While Zhong Luochen said, "But that means it's worthless for you to visit him . "
Hong Guan smiled, "Actually my wife is upstairs… she's about to give birth to a baby . I'm here for her every day! I heard from the nurse, that a star was hospitalized… only then did I know . "
'A mechanic's wife lives in the sickroom upstairs?'
Zhong Luochen didn't point that out but said indifferently, "Since you came, just stay here for a while . Cheng Yiran needs somebody to be with him . "
"I'm sorry . " Hong Guan sighed and turned to look at Zhong, "By the way, Mr . Zhong, you're…"
"I?" Zhong Luochen smiled, "I'm his colleague . "
"Oh, I see…" Hong Guan nodded, but didn't ask more… He guessed that he was not a common colleague to him .
But it seemed embarrassing if he stayed here any longer . So he looked around… and found the guitar on the sofa; suddenly, he became absent-minded .
Zhong Luochen observed that, and picked it up, "It's Yiran's guitar, he takes it everywhere, looks it's more important to him than anything else . "
Hong Guan nodded, "Yes, it is . "
"So you know the story behind it eh?" Zhong Luochen passed it to him .
It brought out most of the memories between Hong Guan and Cheng Yiran, so Hong Guan didn't refuse it . Rather, he held it and his look became soft . His finger felt the words carved on it .
"Take a seat, I'm going to the washroom . " Zhong Luochen said and walked towards the door .
Hong Guan knew he went out to avoid any awkwardness .
Hong Guan looked at the oily uniform he wore .
And then he pulled a chair, sitting near the bed and gazing at Cheng Yiran… he didn't expect that they would meet in such a situation .
He sighed, "What happened to you? Wake up quickly, your business is just starting, don't collapse now, ok?"
But Cheng Yiran probably didn't hear it .
Hong Guan showed a complicated expression, and finger strummed a chord… he was too busy recently to touch musical instruments .
…
Zhong Luochen didn't leave; he just stayed outside the door and left it open . He made a 'hush' gesture and asked both bodyguards to keep quiet .
The two didn't know his purpose, but just stood at both sides straightly .
Zhong Luochen just closed his eyes, as if waiting for something… a noise maybe .
"What noise?" A bodyguard gave a start while saying; he showed an immersed look .
"Did Mr . Cheng wake up?" The other bodyguard whispered, but looked like he was enjoying it, "Is it the 'Again' he is singing? It's so amazing, I didn't realize that before…"
Zhong Luochen narrowed his eyes to look at both of them .
But he knew who the person inside was .
Chapter end
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