Yan Shiqi was seriously injured?

NPF: What the hell is going on in the entertainment industry now?

Young Hero Da Nezha: Is there anything wrong with people? Why didn't Tiancheng come out to speak out? @天承娱乐

Kneel down and call uncle: How heavy is it to be seriously injured? No, I like seventeen so much, don't have anything.

Qi Niu'er is the proudest: The latest news from the vice president, Seventeen is currently admitted to the hospital, his injuries are stable, and the perpetrator is confirmed to be Ye Xinuan.

739222: Who has the address of Ye Xinuan's house?

Kneel down and call uncle: +1, beg for human flesh this to smash!

NPF: +1 billion

Young hero Da Nezha: +2 billion

+300 million......

On the Internet, the comments of Ye Xinuan, who asked for help, had already increased to hundreds of billions in less than five minutes.

After another five minutes, someone threw out an address, and the police station in the area where Ye Xinuan was located received more than 20 police calls that night.

Residents said that in room 1220 of an apartment, a mourning hall was openly set up in the corridor and wreaths were placed......

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At four o'clock, Yan Shiqi, who was reported on the Internet to be in stable condition, was half-leaning on the special needs independent ward of Licheng Hospital, eating the apple slices that Ling Zihuan had fed her, and put a band-aid on his left hand.

The ward is special for special needs, fully equipped, and the curvature of the head of the bed is just right for Yan Shiqi to lean on steadily. And she still has an oxygen mask on her shoulder that she has taken off from the ambulance.

"Ling Zihuan, you put that plaster cast on her hand, I want to take two photos!"

Cheng Yenan greeted Ling Zihuan while picking an angle in the ward.

"Is it really necessary to do this?" Yan Shiqi glanced at Ling Zihuan's action of putting a plaster cast on her, and looked at Cheng Yenan with some amusement and asked.

She cooperated with Cheng Yenan to get into the ambulance, but she didn't expect him to play so big.

"Otherwise!" Cheng Yenan sneered as he moved his steps, "This time, if you can't kill Ye Xinuan, I will have her surname!"

Yan Shiqi: "......"

Ling Zihuan put the plaster mold on Yan Shiqi's forearm, and nodded in agreement when he heard the voice, "That's right, I can't kill her, I also have her surname!"

What are you doing with the fun!

"Dylan, give her makeup, her face is too ruddy, make her a little worse. After speaking, Cheng Yenan took the mobile phone for a moment, "Fake hurt you, right?"

Dylan, who had been temporarily summoned to the ward, had been in the ward for half an hour, and nodded with her orchid fingers, "Yes, Brother Cheng, don't worry." At the beginning, my mother didn't let me, otherwise I would have gone to learn the funeral master!"

Yan Shiqi: "......"

Suddenly I don't want him to put on makeup......

At half past four in the afternoon, Tiancheng Entertainment released a notice on Weibo, the content of which directly pointed out that its artist Yan Shiqi was attacked by Ye Xinuan, a former artist of the company, and is currently being treated in the hospital, and the others are not listed.

With such a vague attitude, netizens have left messages to express their concern, and some people even initiated the topic of praying for the blessing of Yan Shiqi.

The blessed inkstone Shiqi: "......"

……

At this moment, the clouds outside the window were thick, and the autumn wind was blowing noisily through the window lattice, stacking a strange wind whistle.

At a quarter past four, there were two people in the special needs ward.

Yan Shiqi, who was sitting still, and Qin Baiyu, who had a deep expression.

What a vain heart!

Ling Zihuan and Cheng Yenan left the ward with Dylan after the man appeared.

In this treacherous atmosphere, Yan Shiqi lifted the thin quilt on her legs, moved from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, and when she met the man's eyes, she stretched out her left hand in front of him, suppressed a soft voice, and said, "I...... Hurt. ”

Well, hurt.

The wounds under the band-aid are almost healed.

The man's gaze fell on the back of her hand from her overly fair face, pursed the corners of his lips and did not speak, but his palm slowly pinched her wrist, and after careful examination, the corners of his lips overflowed with sighs.