Chapter 171: Chapter 171

Xie Lianyun wasn't sure if he was dazzled, he almost hung up the phone after shaking his hand.
"Chichi? Can you hear us? Do you laugh again?"
Bo Jue glanced at the encrypted mark in the upper right corner of the phone screen, confirming that the monitoring such as paparazzi should not be there, and hurriedly said: "Don't say before..."
Xie Lianyun quickly got up: "I'll call the doctor to check it out."
Half an hour later, the two doctors who had previously participated in the removal of congestion arrived at the old suburban house and passed the recent monitoring data simply and quickly.
"Director Wu is performing large-scale surgeries, but he has no time to come." The doctor headed was cold-tempered, and after checking Chi Ji, he wrote a few pens on the medical record book: "FMRI can confirm his brain wave activity and specific consciousness. However, considering the special status of the patient, it is not recommended to transfer to another hospital for secondary examination."
The other doctor on the side said mildly: "Apart from finger movements, it seems to laugh when I hear chat, is there anything else?"
Xie Lianyun thought for a few seconds, and hesitated: "When I play the violin for him, I always feel that his eyelashes are shaking."
"This is a good sign." The younger doctor smiled. "Please give him more familiar melodies and stories to stimulate more awareness."
"Then ask-can he hear us now?" Xie Lianyun quickly poured them a glass of water, trying to calm himself down: "I asked just now, but nothing happened."
"Mr. Chi may not be able to fully control the body and nerves," the doctor explained. "Massaging joints and communicating more patiently will speed up the time to wake up."
"How soon will it wake up?"
When asked the exit, Xie Lianyun realized that it was anxious and abrupt, and his eyes showed apology: "Sorry, I didn't embarrass you..."
"It's really difficult to answer," the little doctor said seriously: "The specific conditions in past cases are different, but we are optimistic about Mr. Chi."
"Maybe he would like to wake up too, and he has been working hard like you and your friends."
Xie Lianyun took a deep breath and nodded quickly.
"it is good."
He controlled himself not to send these questions and answers to the group, and did not call everyone to say that Chi Chi finally smiled and restrained to a cold level.
"Thank you very much, I will send you two out."
SPF program recording building.
With a backpack on his back, Han Yang signed a sign with the security guard and turned to the dark grey Cullinan parked at the door of the building.
He didn't expect his father to be so high-profile, ignoring the choice of underground parking.
Before approaching the gate, the station sisters who had been squatting for nearly twenty-four hours by the far fence had seen him, and the long guns and short guns snapped.
"It's Yangyang!!"
"Did the Rolls Royce come to pick him up?! Who is sitting in it!!!"
"Yangyang look at her mother--"
Play big.
Han Yang reached out and knead his face, thinking that this relationship could not be covered.
He waited two seconds before the revolving door, and the window of the main driver lowered.
Han Gaozhi's expression waved gently, and Hanqu, who was seated in the co-pilot's face, was playing the phone with a cold face.
Han Yang rushed to the side of the car in two or three steps, tried to smile at the direction of the flashlight to indicate his candid behavior, and then rushed into the car.
"Let's go." Han Gaozhi said on the steering wheel: "Are you thirsty? I left you a Coke in the freezer."
"Thank you, I brought the mug."
"Also," Han Gaozhi said with a smile: "You have to sing and protect your throat."
Han Qu has been disgusted by this kind of dialogue between father, son, and son, and vomited, and he continued to return to WeChat without saying a word.
Han Yang glanced quietly at the side face of this cheaper brother and asked, "Is it convenient to bring me a friend today when I go to watch an opera? He will be on Binjiang Road. Will you pick him up?"
"Of course," Han Gaozhi relaxed: "Just let my dad know him."
He is happy to repair this relationship between father and son, and today he deliberately became a driver himself, so as to narrow the distance with his younger son.
Han Yang let out a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "You work hard."
With the broadcast of "The Choice of God Blessing" these days, Han Yang's popularity has been rapidly rising, and it has been flying higher and higher along with the program ratings.
He was originally a well-known illustrator in the industry by virtue of his exquisite painting skills, and was also a graduate of the Red Heron Conservatory of Music. He has a good voice and a smooth voice.
Coincidentally, Han Yang is also a rather exquisite and unique presence among the trainees of male models.
The sudden cut of a long row of juvenile teenagers is really conspicuous.
The lambs did not expect that the teenager with this child's figure would have so many surprises.
Most of them haven't mixed the painting circles. After they have applied the real powder, they seem to keep understanding the trainee as if they were peeling onions.
"It turns out that the computer wallpaper I used for four or five years was painted by my new wall head??"
"I love Dou actually drew the paper man CP that I nibbled????!!!"
"Han Yang's life picture is too cute, Meng Meng is obediently like a small thrush--"
Just four episodes were broadcast one after another, and Han Yang’s serious efforts were accurately described in just a few shots, and the ultra-light and singing voice directly smashed the favorability of passers-by.
The audience of Ni Yan's program is still breaking the head for Gu Shaochufu and Chen Yuanqing and others who are best to watch next year, and the voice control has already kneeled beside Han Yang and Bo Huan's Mike.
You vote for me and my brother will debut tomorrow! ! !
What kind of fairy voice genius is this? My headphone exploded without me! ! !
Han Gaozhi's busy feet didn't touch the ground a while ago, and he actually watched the single-shot straight shots and clips of the assistants on the plane.
He was soaked in the bleak business for too long. It is rare to see such a pure and cheerful good boy, and he is also his own son.
The more you look at it, the more you feel when you are young again.
The younger son sings really nicely, but the shots are cut too little, and they don’t add up to five minutes.
Don’t let Han Qu take care of it? Is this the result of care? ?
Han Yang had to worry about the relationship between Chi Ji and Han Qu this week to take care of the rehearsal of the program.
If this Dr. Xu has ulterior motives and wants to make a courtesy relationship with the Han family or himself, then one wrong step may bring a lot of embarrassment and future troubles.
But if Ji Ji’s suicide is really related to Han Qu... It’s definitely not a wise choice for them to meet alone.
After all, the bad deeds of this cheaper brother are really a lot in the scraps of major forums.
Basically, the dirty things that the second generation has done have nothing to do with him, and it is no wonder that my father is kind to me every time he looks at himself.
In the end, Han Yang asked Qiu Yu to book four box tickets for himself, and then called his father.
Of course, the tone is still timid.
"Dad... We haven't contacted for years, and my brother doesn't seem to be too close to me."
"If we have time next weekend, let's go to a show together, shall we?"
Han Gaozhi responded quickly, and he also pushed down Hanqu to buy a new helicopter.
"Stay with your younger brother! Don't think about these flashy things!"
Han Yang thought very clearly.
He is not familiar with Xu Le. There is a dedicated person in the opera box. If the situation is wrong, please leave this person at any time.
What is needed is the short-term coexistence of this journey in the car.
He had to figure out what happened between Han Qu and Dr. Xu.
Rolls Royce soon stopped in front of the cafe on Binjiang Road.
Xu Le received the text message early in the morning, greeted Han Gaozhi quite rigorously before getting on the bus, and then sat next to Han Yang.
Hanqu played a mobile phone and glanced casually from the rearview mirror, vaguely feeling that this person was a bit familiar.
"Yangyang, what does your friend do?"
"It's a psychologist. I studied in the Department of Psychology of the Chinese Academy of Sciences." The youth said calmly.
Han Qu's movement was shocked, and the movement range turned around to see Xu Le's face.
"What did you do so much?" Han Gaozhi frowned. "Have you never seen anyone?"
"It's you—" Han Qu's eyes flickered for a moment: "We've seen it."
Xu Le, without knowing it, calmly said: "I have seen it, in the billiard club in your suburb."
"So it turns out that your brothers have friends in common?" Han Gaozhi relaxed a bit and looked slightly: "Have a good chat, brothers, don't have such a difference."
"I'm not going, you stop." Han Qu reached out and pressed the safety lock of the car door. His tone was very cold: "There is still a meeting over there. You three go, don't take me."
"Han Qu, you'd better sit here," Han Gaozhi is a typical middle-aged person, and the most annoying thing about his face in public, his tone immediately became strong: "I have already told you that I will accompany your brother today. , The ticket was still bought by Yang Yang, you know a little bit."
Han Qu almost didn't think he should directly lick the little animal or continue to act obediently. His company also hoped to borrow some money from the father's name to make some capital injections.
He sat straight for a few seconds like a wood man, and his head was a mess.
This surname is Xu or Xu, and I don’t know if his men have sent the money in place.
Those things that were buried before are very dead, and the probability of being picked out is not large, and they should not be known by these two idiots.
It should be just to listen to an opera...Whoever wants to listen to this old antique pros and cons of this year.
Han Gaozhi coughed coldly, disgusted that his eldest son had more than thirty in return for his virtue.
"Got it." Han Qu didn't look at the car window at the beginning, and no longer had any interaction with those two people: "I'll let it go and do it."
Han Yang sat in the dark, and after a while he exchanged glances with Xu Le.
He felt something was wrong.
Suddenly he turned around a moment ago, and his extremely fierce expression at that moment was definitely not his illusion.
"Brother." He retracted his childlike disguise and said crisply: "So you have seen Dr. Xu, why haven't you told me?"
Han Qu looked indifferently out of the window, without any response.
In Han Gaozhi's eyes, this is a rare event for the youngest son to get close to his brother.
He glanced at Hanqu again with a warning.
"On the one hand, not familiar." Han Qu said coldly.
"Yes, you may have forgotten." Xu Le said with a smile: "Mr. Han asked me that day, how to relieve the anxiety symptoms of the family, and what health products can be used to better improve sleep and protect nerves."
"The bottle I ate last time," Han Gaozhi said sideways. "Did you ask Dr. Xu for it?"
Han Qu didn't expect that this person would take the initiative to help himself round the scene, his eyes changed and changed, and the answer was unclear.
He didn't believe the two people in the back seat at all, and he had to confirm it later.