I'm on fire after being hacked

Chapter 35 Storm: The Covered Truth (

Han Deng opened his mouth and said something to the outside of the glass, but no one heard it, and no one paid attention to it. He was clearly standing in the recording studio, but he seemed to be immersed in liquid.

When he opened his mouth, there was no sound except for a string of bubbles that came out.

It was as if a miniature air conditioner was installed in the artery. As the blood flowed, Han Deng's heart cooled down little by little.

Inside the soundproof window, the hands of the clock moved little by little, unhurriedly, ticking, and the sound of ticking was amplified countless times.

All the subtle, noisy sounds began to become traceable.

But there was no voice that Han Deng was familiar with, his own.

Shi Jiu felt that something was wrong just now, and Han Deng never procrastinated in his work, but now Han Deng took off his headset and stared blankly outside.

Shi Jiu quickly stood up, walked over, and opened the door.

The teacher in charge of recording shouted, "Hey, what's the matter with that contestant, it's not your turn yet?"

Shi Jiu looked into Han Deng's eyes, frowned, and asked, "What's going on?"

Han Deng looked at Shi Jiu and opened his mouth again, but to his desperation, there was no sound, not a sound at all.

Shi Jiu watched Han Deng's eyes gradually stained with sadness, looked at his still moving mouth, and told the staff to call a taxi without further ado.

After finishing the phone call, Shi Jiucai looked at Han Deng again, and asked cautiously, "Does your throat feel uncomfortable?"

Han Deng nodded, put his hand on his throat, looking uneasy.

Han Deng's eyes widened, and his nose fluttered slightly, like a frightened cat.

Shi Jiu's heart suddenly softened, he approached and patted Han Deng on the back, and comforted him softly: "It's okay, don't worry, nothing will happen."

Han Deng felt the warmth on his back, but he was not optimistic.

He should have known how important the larynx was to a singer.When he was learning to sing since he was a child, his teacher taught him how to vocalize and how to protect his voice.

It is the instinct of every professional singer to use the chest cavity and pay attention to the voice at all times.

It's just that after coming to Xingyanjing, Han Deng was always afraid, afraid of this, afraid of that, and put out [-] points of effort to fight, but ignored the most important problem.

Insufficient sleep, combined with excessive voice use and fatigue, all these have caused the current bad results.

But what can Han Deng do?

Han Deng's recent pressure is like a mountain. He has been burdened like this, and even an iron man will collapse. Besides, Han Deng only now realizes that he is not as strong as he imagined.

On the way to the hospital by car, Han Deng didn't say a word, he was full of uneasiness, fearing that the result would be bad.

What about new songs?

Will he still be on stage?

Could it be that during the performance, Han Deng can only be a doll who does not speak but dances?

Han Deng's mind was in a mess. It was the first time he had come to Xingyanjing for so long, and there was a situation that even Han Deng felt he couldn't control.

Han Deng is not afraid of being targeted or suppressed. He can even try his best to ignore the overwhelming comments of black fans on the Internet, but he can't accept the fact that he can't sing.

Han Deng's uneasiness is visible to outsiders.

Shi Jiu was really worried, so he asked to go with Han Deng.

The cameraman who followed him watched Shi Jiu pass water to Han Deng, comforted him non-stop, and hurriedly hired the most professional otolaryngologist for him, all in a daze.

Why don't they know that the wine dispenser has such a considerate side?

In this busy work, everything was done by himself, Shi Jiu was sweating from running up and down.

In the end, the two sat in the consultation room, waiting for the doctor's conclusion.

The doctor looked at the stack of examination reports, took a flashlight and shone in Han Deng's throat, and frowned while sitting on the chair.

Han Deng looked at the white body and tried hard to concentrate, but he always thought about some terrible consequences.

The faint smell of disinfectant penetrated from the nostrils, making people dizzy.The atmosphere visibly became serious and depressing.

Shi Jiu didn't like places like hospitals either, but he still stayed with Han Deng patiently.

At this time, Han Deng should need the company of others the most.

The doctor was in his early forties and was clean-shaven. After reading the examination materials, he adjusted his black-rimmed glasses and drew something on the paper with a pen.

"Your situation is very serious. There are nodules in your vocal cords. There is already a lump in your throat."

Han Deng's heart was raised, and he wanted to ask something, but found that he couldn't make any sound, so he could only worry.

Shi Jiu could see the anxiety in his heart, and asked for him: "He has a competition in a few days, and there are five days left, will he be able to sing then?"

The doctor looked at the cameramen following him, and at the staff members with signs on their bodies, and returned to Shijiu, which seemed the most reliable.

"He has been under too much pressure recently, coupled with lack of sleep, and too much vocalization, so this kind of vocal cord damage has occurred. In my opinion, it is unlikely that he can recover in a few days."

Not big.

The small sparks of hope in Han Deng's eyes were extinguished in an instant. The doctor's words must be euphemistic. It doesn't mean much, but it is almost impossible.

Han Deng's brain is like an old computer. The exhaust fan has been working for too long, and it makes a "buzzing" sound when it is started, and the host's response is terribly slow.

After a long time, Han Deng had another idea in his mind.

Performances...

How to do?

What can be done?This time, he really had nothing to do.

Han Deng looked at the pot of vibrant green radishes on the doctor's table, and felt like the withered yellow leaf at the bottom.

Seeing Han Deng's disappointed look, Shi Jiu still didn't give up.Continue to ask: "If you want to recover as soon as possible and be able to sing, is there any effective way?"

There is a daughter in the doctor's family who likes to watch this kind of talent show. She chatters about related things all day long, and she is so influenced by her ears and eyes. Even the doctor knows how important the stage is to these contestants.

He looked at Han Deng, thinking that this young man is also very pitiful, for such a serious situation occurred during the game.What he just said was conservative, Han Deng's situation, it is impossible to get better without ten and a half months.

However, singers like Han Deng and the others are not suitable for blocking injections if they are not necessary.

It would be a pity if you really hit it, that good voice.

After pondering for a while, the doctor seriously put forward some suggestions, and Shi Jiu quickly took a small notebook to write them down.

"Recently is the worst time, your voice can't pronounce at all. After a few days, you will be able to speak, and try to speak as little as possible. At that time, you will still speak in a hoarse voice, which is not good for your voice. Of course, a total silence is the best."

"In addition, you must ensure adequate sleep, try to relax your mind, avoid spicy food, and stay away from dust. I will prescribe some medicine to protect the throat, as well as nebulized therapeutic medicine. You can treat it conservatively..."

"Oh, and most importantly, you must drink plenty of water."

Holding a black signature pen in his hand, Shi Jiu scribbled down a bunch of details, and it didn't take much trouble.

Han Deng was really in no mood to listen to what the doctor had to say, he didn't want to go to the competition.

After being hit one after another, Han Deng walked with difficulty every step of the way. There was only one hopeless road in front of him. In the past, he would never doubt whether to continue, but now, standing at the fork in the road, Han Deng began to hesitate Hesitated.

What if you don't sing, write songs, or become a singer?So tired, really so tired, how could he continue walking?

Anyway, no one cares, no one likes, no one cares.

There are so many songwriters, what difference does it make if there is one more person or one less person?

Han Deng bit his lip, his hands trembling slightly, trying to convince himself.

For the first time, the two voices in my heart had a dispute on whether to continue to make music, and they debated endlessly.

After leaving the hospital, Han Deng leaned his head against the car window, watching the scenery passing by, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, quietly like a porcelain doll.

Han Deng just wanted to go home now, to go back to a time when he didn't have to think about anything, and he didn't have to worry about anything, so he could sleep comfortably.

Forget everything, run away from everything.

Han Deng began to fall silent as a matter of course.

Back in the dormitory, Han Deng watched Shi Jiu divide the pile of capsules and pills, his eyes gradually lost focus.

Lin Yuanzi came to visit Han Deng with Ling Wei, Lin Yuanzi was very worried about him, and shouted from a long distance: "Brother Deng, I heard they said you went to the hospital, what happened?"

Han Deng came back to his senses, glanced at them, and tried hard to smile, but failed in the end.The muscles at the corners of his mouth were tense, and his expression was not good-looking.

Ling Wei was more careful this time, and at a glance, he knew that the situation must be bad. Instead, he asked Shi Jiu, with a slightly aggressive tone: "What's going on? Did you get hurt while dancing?"

Shi Jiu had just prepared the medicine that Han Deng was going to take today, when he heard this, he glanced at him and said, "No, don't pester him, Xiao Deng can't talk now."

Can't talk?

Lin Yuanzi's face suddenly became serious, and he asked eagerly, "What does it mean that you can't speak? Could it be a problem with your vocal cords?"

Shi Jiu looked at Han Deng and nodded.

Then Shi Jiu picked up the water glass and the medicine, walked to Han Deng's bed, passed the water over, squatted down, and said softly, "It's time to take the medicine."

Han Deng was like a puppet on a string, he would do whatever others asked him to do, he couldn't cheer up at all, and he didn't have the vitality before.

Shi Jiu frowned, but didn't know what to do.

Shi Jiu's understanding of Han Deng was still in his childhood, he didn't know what Han Deng liked, and when Han Deng was sad, he didn't know what to do to make Han Deng happy.

Since childhood, Shi Jiu has been a top student in his class, he knows what he wants to do, and he is always able to deal with all kinds of troublesome things with ease. Until now, nothing has embarrassed him for so long.

But now, Shi Jiuming knows that he really wants to make Han Deng happy, but he can't think of a way, Shi Jiu is even at a loss, like a child who doesn't understand anything.

An unprecedented sense of powerlessness and frustration struck, and Shi Jiu's mood also went down.

On the other hand, Lin Yuanzi saw that Han Deng was unhappy, so he ran back to the dormitory to get him a packet of soft candies, and sat next to Han Deng to talk to him.Ling Wei also sang with him, and the two had a quarrel for a while, making Han Deng happy.

Only then did Shi Jiu see the first smile on Han Deng's face since he went to the hospital.

He is not the one who can make Han Deng happy, and the one who can comfort Han Deng when Han Deng is sad.

Shi Jiu suddenly realized that he had no reason for Han Deng to stay with him.

Even to be the most ordinary friend, Shijiu is not enough.

The author has something to say:

感谢在2020-10-2509:27:52~2020-10-2820:45:01期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottle of big orange;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!