The petite wife of the paranoid boss turned wild

Chapter 404 Self-help
Before Su Yantang could speak, the staff took Zhao Yuanyuan away and sent her to the hospital.

Soon, the news about Zhao Yuanyuan's injury spread throughout the program group.

Su Yantang was worried about Zhao Yuanyuan, so she stayed at the recording site of the show, and asked Xiao Li a few questions.

Xiao Li is just an intern, and he doesn't know much about the situation there, so he can only comfort Su Yantang a few words, and then go about his own business.

Su Yantang was anxious, but she could only wait for them to come back.

But before Zhao Yuanyuan came back, the staff urged her to go back to the idol's villa, saying that today's rehearsal was over, and the next thing was to wait for tomorrow's performance.

Performance... Su Yantang thought to himself, if Zhao Yuanyuan's leg was injured too badly, tomorrow's performance might be...

With worries, Su Yantang returned to the idol villa.

She didn't have any thoughts, so she went back to the dormitory.

There was no one else in the dormitory, it was empty and somewhat deserted.

Su Yantang sat down, looked at her hands, and recalled the accident that happened just now over and over again in her mind.

She was close enough to see clearly the moment Zhao Yuanyuan fell down.

It was so without warning, the foot slipped and fell down.

Is it an accident?She asked herself in her heart, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and a dark light flashed in her eyes.

At the same time, in the hospital, the doctor looked at the film and said to Zhao Yuanyuan: "You have injured your bones, you need to rest for a while."

"But I have a performance tomorrow." Zhao Yuanyuan leaned forward and grabbed the doctor's arm, "Doctor, is there any way for me to perform smoothly tomorrow?"

"Painkillers? Shots? Anything."

The doctor shook his head, "No, you'd better rest."

"I can't exercise normally for at least half a month."

The doctor also became serious, "It's even more impossible for you to perform a show or something."

Zhao Yuanyuan stood there in a daze, tears rolled in his eyes, but stubbornly refused to fall.

"I see." She said in a muffled voice, "Thank you doctor."

The doctor sighed and asked again: "You can't do strenuous exercise, understand?"

Zhao Yuanyuan nodded, and was pushed by the staff in a wheelchair and left the hospital.

Zhao Yuanyuan returned to the idol villa, saw that Su Yantang was the only one in the dormitory, finally couldn't help it, and cried aloud.

"Yanyan, the doctor said I can't exercise vigorously."

All those days of hard work were in vain.

Su Yantang patted her on the back and pursed her lips.

"I have a way."

Before Zhao Yuanyuan came back, she had already thought of a way.

"But you have to work hard."

Su Yantang squatted down and looked straight at Zhao Yuanyuan, with a firm light shining in her eyes.

"We need to rehearse all night."

Zhao Yuanyuan looked at Su Yantang in a daze.

A few seconds later, she wiped away her tears and held Su Yantang's hand, "I believe in you!"

"Okay." Su Yantang also nodded firmly, "At least, we can't waste the stage."

She didn't want to be in the limelight, but she also didn't want to just watch Zhao Yuanyuan's hard work for so many days in vain. The only way was to reorganize the dance overnight, so that Zhao Yuanyuan could perform the stage of the public performance in a wheelchair.

At least, no regrets.

Su Yantang told Zhao Yuanyuan little by little about her plan.

Zhao Yuanyuan's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he looked at Su Yantang with unprecedented trust.

(End of this chapter)